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You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over your flushed hot cheeks.
Don't cry.
Not here, not now.
Your chest began to close up, the air around you seeming to multiply in density.
Every breath you took felt as if it would be your last, the corners of your vision dampening.
Someone was speaking to you.
You could hear their voice, but you weren't listening. You couldn't focus.
Something wrapped around your waist.
You felt your body struggle, resisting whatever impending doom awaited you at the grasp of a stranger.
You could hear the voice speaking to you again, coaxing you, murmuring sweetness into your ear. But you couldn't listen.
It dragged at you, and you could feel yourself being led away.
Your body struggled; kicking, flailing, searching for help.
But as the figure drew to a stop, so did your movements. You stilled, offering yourself to whatever wanted you.
Nobody was coming to help, you were alone.
"Please don't hurt me."
You hardly recognized your own voice, a quiet whisper echoing through the room.
A hand rested on your cheek, gently swiping away stray tears that had cascaded down your face.
You wanted to flinch away, free yourself from the hands of a stranger, but something about the gentleness that caressed your face beckoned you to stay; encouraging you to bask in the sense of security it offered.
The voice spoke to you again, and this time you found you were listening.
"-ok. You're ok. I've got you."
Reassuring words were whispered in your ear; such a sweet tone to them that you felt sick.
You recognized that tone.
"Wesker?"
Your voice was hoarse and rough in comparison, so quiet and utterly spent.
"It's me, dearheart, you're safe."
Wesker held you closer, embracing you in a hug.
Your tears dampened his suit, but neither you nor Wesker cared.
You clung on to him like a lifeline, the pressure on your chest beginning to fade as you realized you were safe.
After a few minutes of silence, you broke the atmosphere with a small apology.
"Sorry," You racked your brain for the right words to say.
What could you say?
'Sorry for freaking out in the middle of your office, your couch just reminded me of the time I was raped.'?
You opted to not say anything at all, relishing the soft atmosphere of understanding that radiated from Wesker.
He simply nodded, pulling away from the embrace briefly to tilt his head in the direction of his bedroom.
"Would you like to lay down for a bit?"
You nodded slowly, caution and hesitance still filling your brain.
Wesker didn't seem to mind, gently holding your hand and walking you over to the soft comforts of his room, helping you clamber onto the mattress.
He laughed softly as you collapsed under the sheets, snuggling up into a secure ball.
"Take a rest, love, you deserve it."
Wesker pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, flicking the light off and exiting.
He turned to make sure you were comfortable before he shut the door, smiling when he realized you were fast asleep.
"You're safe here, sweetheart."