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Chris loved it when Captain Wesker treated him like a dog. Loved it when he forced him down on all fours, and grabbed his hair, when Wesker called him a good boy, and when he put a collar on him.

He loved it when the captain made him lick his boots, or anything else he wanted in Chris’ mouth.

Even years later, after everything had fallen apart, and they stood on opposite sides, Chris hated how hard it was not to come running like a hound to heel when Wesker called his name.

And he hated that Wesker knew it.