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@uro6oros said: “How can you say I used you?“ RE7 ERA

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The question stirred an apparently long dormant beast within the confines of her chest; her body felt to be vibrating, and yet physically she was so incredibly still. Piercing gaze refused to waver, eyes once brown now glowing a supernatural bio weapon orange.

He was dead. He DIED. She MOURNED him. She had gone through so much for his research, and now it meant nothing. His life gave her suffering no personal emotional meaning. It was just pain and suffering. She had become a monster in every sense of the word for nothing. She thought she was allowed FREEDOM.

And now here Wesker was, as if nothing had happened.

How DARE he ask such a tone-deaf question.

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" Words were pointed, sharp, aiming for the jugular as she took a step towards him. "I gave you my blind loyalty. You sent me on missions you wanted me to die on, you infected me with the MASTER PLAGAS so you could run TESTS on me, you let them experiment until they got bored and let them do whatever they pleased in that time frame. You sent a TYRANT after me in Raccoon city which killed my entire squad who was fixing something YOU fucked up, you led me on and used me for my— my body, you fucking prick! You used me as a borderline lab-rat for your games, pit me against whordes of bio weapons and... and after all of that, you faked your death."

As she spoke, Beth raised a finger for each point; accentuation came with a rising voice, culminating into an oddly calm finisher. A roller-coaster, who's high and low was tied entirely in the confused feelings of seeing a ghost.

Ricardo was looking at the bespectacled man, incredulous. If he wasn't in such a miserably embarrassing situation, it'd be hilarious. He never heard Wesker curse. That would certainly be one for the record books.

The businessman was covered in mud. From just above his waist to his snakeskin boots, which were caked in mud. Somewhere he had lost his jacket along the way and his orange shirt had been dropped off most likely where his jacket was and all that was left was a mud-covered white tank top barely tucked into mud-caked pants.

"'What the fahk happened ta you'?" Ricardo parroted, taking in a very deep, very frustrated breath. "I'll give ya three guesses where my cah is an' the foist two don't count."

she was a smart woman, despite what many would think, but try as she might, trying to read him was near impossible. one day he was rude and coarse to her when all she'd done was enter a room, the next he was upset that she dared to have dinner with another man. and while her instincts told her this, right here, was about sex. it should be anyway, but again, he liked to be unpredictable; to keep her always guessing and on her toes.

' there are other hotels. ones that could get us separate rooms. ' she stepped carefully around the bed, hand resting ideally on the tie keeping her dress together. as much as he might have liked it, she was a little tired of humiliating herself in front of him. for him.

' i'm not... i'm not drunk. ' did it make a difference? whenever she was around him she ended up flustered and red in the face without any plying required and now he was trying to act innocent. as if he wasn't the one getting upset when she spoke to other men or the one cornering her when they were alone.

' you're always dangling me around. ' her manicured nails dug into his shirt, too light to make much of an impression. trying to keep her languages straight only made it more difficult to express just what she was feeling. ' one minute, you're reprimanding me for getting too close and the next you're ruining my dates with other people. how do you expect me to feel? '

⸻ @uro6oros sent. (wesker voice) date or pass and dont disappoint me

the redhead paused for a second before reaching down under the desk, pulled out a megaphone and turned it on. he leaned as close as he could, took a deep breath before outright yelling.

"PASS, YOU SUNGLASSES WEARING POTATO."