//fourteen// [rl; teaching lessons]

[visestvita]

The place Wesker had chosen for their meeting was empty, run-down, completely abandoned, except maybe for whatever vermin chose to make their home here. There was no one else around for miles at least, which meant that there'd be no interruptions. Just as well, he suspected this might get a tad noisy

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Oh Wesker, you ass. XD

[crimsnbuttrfly]

It felt like her ribs were being set on fire, with each jab being sent to them from Wesker's punches. Like a knife, really- only much more damaging and much more malicious in intent. Ada grunted and cried out with each one, wincing her eyes in extreme pain. She was strong, yes, she'd survived being thrown into a control panel by a Tyrant, for god's sakes, but Wesker was no ordinary Tyrant himself. He was, in fact, much worse.

With one arm completely useless and the other struggling to get him to release her by her throat, Ada was trying to keep herself from completely breaking, both physically and mentally. If this abuse kept going, she'd be lucky if she could even keep herself from screaming in pain constantly. She imagined that if he could, he'd take his time and break every bone in her body, just to hear her scream.

Internally, her brain was screaming, asking her why she had come to meet Wesker here in the first place. Why she had ever decided to answer his needs on missions. And why she had ever decided to follow him, so many years ago. It was eleven years now, wasn't it? Eleven years of deception and lies, of killings and sample steals. Quite remarkable for someone working under a client like Wesker.

But- despite all this, she didn't regret it. At all. She had her reasons; she knew them well, and she knew the consequences for following them. Now it seemed, things were finally catching up, and she had known it was only a matter of time before everything would fall apart.

[visestvita]

One two three, four five six, Wesker continued to pummel the woman. He barely noticed her attempts to escape. Tsk, nobody ever released themselves when it got to this point... he was reminded of that time, three years ago now, with Chris. He'd gotten off lucky thanks to Jill but Ada had nobody to come to her rescue. Then again, that time he'd been planning on murder. But today he had something else in mind.

At last, he stopped hitting her and instead dumped her unceremoniously in the chair which skidded backwards a little. She made a sorry sight, and looked even worse when he dragged the light over to shine in her face again. "Move out of that chair, Ada," Wesker said pleasantly, "and it will be the last you make."

Wesker considered for a moment. At this stage, it was highly unlikely she would tell him very much but he'd make a token effort nonetheless. "Would you like to tell me why you did any of it? We had such a nice arrangement, when you collected the G virus sample. What changed?" Another smirk. "Depending on your answer, perhaps I'll leave that pretty face of yours untouched."

[crimsnbuttrfly]

The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life. She couldn't breathe, it felt like her lungs were being shoved closed by Wesker's fists and then twisted into knots to keep her from taking in any amount of air.

Still, despite all of this, she wasn't dead. She'd been working for the man for eleven years, and she damn well knew how he acted when he wanted to kill someone. Quick and mercilessly. But she was still alive. Which, in turn, made her fear and realize the worst. Wesker was most likely using her for another plan he had in mind, and if he was planning something, it was never good.

She didn't even raise her arm this time as she was almost thrown into the chair, just squinting and wincing as she gasped for air. It was a minute or so before she could answer him.

"Nothing... nothing at all." She managed to say, fully knowing it was a lie. It'd only aggravate the tyrant, really- but she knew she had to do it. She had to. For her sake, as well as Leon's.

Whatever came next was going to hurt, and hurt like hell.

[visestvita]

Wesker waited patiently for her reply. He was good at waiting, of course. Three years of biding his time while he developed Uroboros, eleven years since the mansion incident. All that waiting and hiding and in the end, nothing came of it. And now instead of that waiting, there was just frustration. Lucky Ada would be getting the brunt of it.

He was shaking his head sorrowfully even before she'd gotten all her words out. "Wrong answer, Ada, and I think you know it." This was pure idiocy on her part. It wasn't even as if she'd get any enjoyment out of this. Never mind, he'd enjoy it enough for the both of them.

His next punch would likely have taken off her head if he hadn't pulled it at the last moment. After all the effort of avoiding her death, hitting her too hard really would be a shame. That didn't stop Wesker doing it again, or again.

"Come on, it's a simple question," he cajoled. "If at all possible, I'd like to at least leave you recognisable for your star performance later."

[crimsnbuttrfly]

That... ow. The world went spinning as Ada tried to regain her balance, nearly tipping over in the chair as the punches were delivered. She couldn't think- her brain was almost being smushed by a massive g-force with the sudden attacks, hard as they hit her.

It was a few minutes or so before she could speak again, sputtering as she felt blood form somewhere in the back of her mouth. She must've bitten her gum, something- being hit that hard made her ignore any other wounds she was given at the time.

"...I have- I have nothing to say." She knew that Wesker was using her now, and she wasn't stupid as to who it was for. Leon. He'd get the man riled up over her broken body, and then- who knew what would happen. Leon could possibly get killed. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't.