LA BAISE

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As much as you liked to say that you committed the perfect murder, you didn't.

It was something you knew very well. Something that sometimes made you bite your lips till they bled in worry, that the loose thread you had would go and ruin everything that you so carefully created. Ruin the life you built, the persona you made, and so much more.

The loose thread. The only person alive that knew of what you had done, and the person that helped you commit the murders.

Excella Gione.

Wesker's assistant.

You knew the woman. Not on a personal level, but more on a friendly terms kinda level. She was the woman you reached out too when you made up your mind of what you wanted to do.

You simply just didn't know how to do it. How could you murder 13 of your relatives, while also securing your innocence? You knew you couldn't pull it off on your own, so you reached out to one of the key figures that stood in the middle of this awful virus.

Excella Gione.

She was easier to contact than Wesker, so you reached out to her. She offered you her help, in exchange for money. So you paid it up in full with the money you inherited from your parent's death.

And with that, secured the death of your 13 relatives.

Which made her the loose thread. The one piece of evidence that could tie you to the murder of your family, and the one piece of thread that you couldn't cut off.

There was a good reason why you chose her of all people. Not because she just seemed like the best candidate, but because you knew she also had a lot to lose if she were to ever go blabber her mouth. That way if she were to ever rat you out on what you did, you could drag her and Wesker down with you.

You saw it as beneficial.

...Until you ended up as her therapist.

"Excella.." you sighed, leaning against the wall with your phone up to your ear, "I really don't know what else to tell you.."

Excella sobbed on the other end of the phone, "I-It's like whatever I do for him..it's never enough!"

"There's just no helping it..I know you like him but he clearly doesn't feel the same way. You don't treat someone you love like that." You tried to tell the woman, but it seemed like it all fell to deaf ears as she continued to sob more and more. Crying about how cruel Wesker is, and how she just wanted a least a little sign that maybe he took this as seriously as she did.

"We spend one night together! And..And then he acts like nothing happened! He goes back to work-mode and ignored all my advances and flirting!" You had to pull the phone away from your ear a bit from her loud screeching.

You pinched your temple in frustration, So you spend one night together, and now you think y'all are something special? Idiot.

Of all people to rant to you about their pathetic love life, Excella was the last person you would've thought of. She's always level headed and composed so she was the last person you imagined.

I don't know whether to be disappointed, or amazed.

Can't believe i'm wasting my break to listen to her cry. You rolled your eyes. But I probably wouldn't even eat. I don't feel hungry.

You were currently in your office buildings stairwell. A place you often go too when your on the phone with this specific woman, since you knew that you'd be taken in for questioning if work were to get out that you were associated with her in any way, shape, or form.