In Captivity

Rainy Day

Time seemed to stop as Emma watched fat rain drops patter against the windows. How long has it been since she last took a stroll in the rain? Nothing soothed her more than the smell of rain and wet earth, as her heated skin chilled from the coolness of the tiny droplets. She needed this more than ever now, and yet sadly she couldn't have it, not anymore.

Her sigh interrupted the silence of the room, as she stood from her bed. She so desperately needed a distraction from her lonely tomb. Emma's eyes danced across the limited surfaces in the room her host so graciously threw her in. To say the room had sparse décor was a severe understatement. Her prison held only a bed, dresser, bookshelf, and a small nightstand and everything was kindly bolted to the floor. Wesker didn't find her last escape tactic amusing, and went through great lengths to limit the objects in her room.

She knew Wesker was testing her, by giving her the chance to escape. One doesn't survive hostage situations without knowing their captors well, but she needed to get out of the self-inflicted hell she was forced in. Even though she broke the trust she so painstakingly developed with him, Emma needed to let Leon and Chris know she was alive and somewhat well. Truth be told, she knew she greatly wounded the god that was Albert Wesker, by proving Excella right.

Emma snorted, walking into her tiny bathroom, to finally assess the damage. She leaned over the sink looking closely at the small slab of reflective metal, which acted as her mirror, which was also bolted to the wall. Her once luscious full pink lips now puckered painfully against the gashes, as she looked from bruise to bruise. Wesker could be terrifying when one double crosses him, but more so when he attempted to feel something for said person beforehand. Her jaw varied from brown to black and blue, as did her storm cloud eyes.

There was enough dried blood on her once pristine shirt that it surprised her the lickers didn't come looking for her. Emma carefully washed her sore face, before pulling her long wavy auburn hair into a fishtail braid. Drips of water slid from her face, and pooled into the warm water in her sink, bringing a brilliant thought to mind. A shower could act like rain, even if the spray is warm.

Emma skipped to her dresser, pulling out the navy-blue button up shirt Wesker lent her as his first act of kindness. A small smile kissed her lips, she could smell his deep musk still on the fabric. Since no one visited her anymore, she didn't bother grabbing anything other than the oversized shirt and blue lace panties. Her clothes quickly came off and pooled to the floor, as she waited for the water to warm up. The steam prickled her skin, as she eased her tender body into the hot spray. Every muscle ached under the water, but she ignored the pain and tried her best to fully relax. Her beating wasn't long, though nothing really lasts long with Wesker, but it did the job.

"You can borrow my shirt, until Alexia can bring you more appropriate clothing." Wesker's voice pierced the awkward silence.

Emma never imagined he would walk into the steam filled bathroom, while she dried off. She had to admit, she wondered what she would wear, since he insisted on her showering before dinner. The first dinner and shower, mind you, that she had since he kidnapped her two weeks ago.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered, taking the oversized cloth from him. "But I can re-wear my other clothes."

"I took the liberty of burning them, actually I think you should keep the shirt." he chuckled. "The only thanks I need, is sending Leon and Chris a picture of you tied up and in that."

The memory came back so clearly, as if it happened yesterday. Wesker never did take pictures of her in his shirt, which led her to believe he had a form of humor. Emma knew the others gave up on looking for her. She had been gone for six months now, going on seven, and Wesker constantly kept her hidden. Moments passed, before she finally was able to tear herself from the rain simulation she needed. Her spirits were up, for now.