The elements on the back of Jill’s costume from RE5 seem very interesting to me. What if she injured her back when she fell from the Spencer mansion and needed prosthetics?
And now Albert Wesker is checking how well the Tricell medics have done their job.
Wesker carried Jill’s broken body in his arms away from the bottom of the cliff, cradling her gently and trying not to incur any further damage. He could feel her, limp and close to death in his arms.
She regained consciousness briefly, as he carried her into the bay of the transport craft. She was barely lucid.
He put a gloves hand gently on her face.
“Captain?” she murmered, looking up at him with fluttering eyelids, her eyes teary. She was so pale. “It hurts…”
Wesker watched a tear start to roll down her cheek, and he leaned in and caught it with his lips in a soft kiss.
Somewhere deep in Albert Wesker’s fevered mind, past the rising mania brought on by Uroborus, somewhere he knew that this could be the last private moment that he and Jill had to share.
The thought drummed in his mind that it was Arklay all over again– drowned out by the mental tsunami that promised a new and better world.
Even in his madness, he found the presence of mind to hold her one more time. To pull her close and kiss her and stroke her hair between his fingers.
Additional Tags:
Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Violence, Consensual Kink, Painplay, Rough Sex, no i mean extremely rough sex, Superhuman Sex, Choking, Broken Bones, Tricell (Resident Evil), During Canon, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Enthusiastic Consent, Sexual Menace, excella gionne hate, bad people in love, jill isn’t brainwashed
Summary:
After Albert Wesker heals and improves Jill Valentine’s body, and brings her to his side, it’s finally time to really stress test her healing abilities. But maybe that’s just an excuse for Wesker to do everything he wants to her.
