In Captivity

Decisions

Wesker kept his word, making sure neither he nor Alexia bothered Emma, until it was time to feed her. During the days, Emma busied herself with reading, or planning her escapes, and in the evenings, she ate alone before going to bed. There were times when her mind wandered, and in those times, she could hear Benton's screams. She found herself sobbing when she allowed her thoughts to get away from her, but she pulled herself back to the problem at hand.

There wasn't anything she could do for Benton's family if she allowed herself to slip into despair, or even allow Wesker to kill her. She was ready for death, and then Wesker killed her friend, now she was even more bound and determined to get away from this hellhole, if only to spite the god complex man. On the third morning, Emma woke up to her door opening. She didn't bother opening her eyes, fully knowing it was Wesker and one, or maybe two, of his guards.

"Emma, these two men will escort you to the auditorium." Wesker purred. "Be a good girl and get out of bed."

She glanced at the blonde, before rolling to her side to face him. Their eyes met, and each had a different heat when their stares met. Both were determined. Emma sighed, and stood from her bed. There was no use fighting them, she knew that much, so she allowed the large men to pick her up.

"I'll see you no later than in half an hour, use your time wisely."

With that, her captor left the room. "I'm going to shower, then we may head to the auditorium."

Emma sighed into the heated spray, unsure what exactly to do. She knew she needed to get out of this situation, which meant she needed to survive, but to what cost? A knock on her door altered her to the need for their leaving soon. She took in a deep breath before turning the steamy water off, and exiting the shower. Enough time was wasted, she didn't need to keep Wesker waiting because she didn't get dressed quick enough, though by the looks of the guards he left, they would probably drag her to the auditorium clothed or not. When she walked out, she was wearing washed out jeans and a button up shirt.

"Let's go," she sighed, still unsure of her plan. "I can walk myself."

Emma snapped at the guards when they went to pick her up again. She's been walking since toddlerhood, and she would be damned if they tried to carry her anywhere. For the moment being, the two men allowed her to walk through the hallways and to the area she knew as the auditorium. Benton's image flashed behind her eyes momentarily, before the doors opened. What could her punishment possibly be? It was then that the two muscular men gripped her shoulders tightly, and forced her to the domed center.

"You've come right on time, how considerate." Wesker chuckled, in almost artificial appreciation. "Now if you don't mind, why don't we start?"

The men disappeared into the darkness, leaving Emma and Wesker alone in Benton's death chamber.

"You've had a few days to make your up your mind, and I am anxious to hear your answer."

"I have no idea what you want me to tell you."

"What are the movements of the B.S.A.A.?"

"We are given our missions, as soon as they are in action." Emma almost whispered. "There is nothing planned ahead when it comes to my job. I just navigate our men through dangerous positions."

"How?"

"I schedule the rendezvous, emergency evacs, my job is endless in its need." Emma swallowed.

"Give me an example." Wesker cocked a brow.

"Our men have a mic on them at all times, I'm sure you've noticed that by now. As a precaution, since Raccoon City, both ends of the mics remain on."