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Chris felt an ache of lust that was almost painful between his legs, as Wesker straddled his lap.

The former STARS captain turned bioterrorist had a sadistic smirk twisted on his lips, his black glasses reflecting Chris’ bound form, his hands tied behind him in the chair he was strapped to.

Chris squirmed underneath him, as much as he could, humiliated to know that Wesker could certainly feel the thick bulge of his cock against the other man.

Wesker cupped his chin roughly with one gloved hand, and pulled his face up to look at him. He held a syringe in his other hand, brandishing it in Chris’ peripheral vision.

He stroked his lips with his thumb. “I hope you aren’t getting cold feet, Chris. Remember, you asked for this. Begged me not to leave you behind.”

A shiver crept through Chris’ body. It was true, even if it disgusted him. He had begged. And here was the result. He didn’t have cold feet, not exactly, but it was hard not to squirm. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, thinking about what Wesker was going to do to him.

He flushed, and looked away. But he stopped struggling.

Wesker patted Chris cheek fondly. “Good boy. Now, shall we begin?”

Chris felt the syringe press to his throat.