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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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."
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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.
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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."
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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.
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