Thicker than Water

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"They were bitten, not dead and buried." Wesker corrected. "I'm sorry Alex, we are not having this discussion."

"I case you failed to notice... There are no woman in this facility. They are very lonely." Wesker replied, already striding to the door, trying not to draw attention to just how aroused Sherry had gotten him.

Sherry didn't say anything. She knew when to keep her mouth shut. She knew full well that Wesker wasn't going to let any of those men touch her but she also knew that if she pressed her luck he would change his mind. Silently she followed him to the shower room, her dark hair tumbling into her eyes.

Wesker shoved Sherry into the shower room hard enough to send her down to her knees. "Have at it, boys!" He declared, though his men knew that this woman was off limits, beyond giving her a bit of a scare.

Sherry glared at Wesker over her shoulder, her eyes turning crimson for a split second before they again returned to the grey color. She would repay him for this one way or another.

The door slammed shut and Wesker was gone again. He was back at his workstation, though one of the monitors showed him exactly what was happening to Sherry. Even as he began the task of tracking Alex, his thoughts were with the young woman who he had once known as a tiny baby.

Sherry got to her feet and rolled her shoulders as she waited for these men to do their worst. Compared to her father the monster, these guys were of little concern.

The men were leering at Sherry, reaching out to squeeze her breasts or smack her behind as they circled her. It was all intended to intimidate, and humiliate her. Of course, none of them knew she had endured far worse.

Sherry took the abuse with the stoic silence. She simply glared at the camera where she knew Wesker was watching her. Finally she'd had enough. One by one she took the men out, moving as if she were nothing more than a graceful ballerina. Once they were all down she removed her clothing and stepped over them, enjoying a shower alone.

Wesker was smiling as he watched Sherry incapacitate his men. It truly was a sight to behold, but not as much as her naked, beautiful body as she showered. He was watching even more closely now, a voyeur drinking in every moment of this woman that he could.

When she was done, Sherry calmly put back on the hated body suit and turned the cold water on the men. She seated herself near the door and just watched. No sense in missing out on the fun.

Wesker chuckled quietly when he watched his men shriek like little girls. She had spirit, he would give her that much. Having sherry here was different than having Jill. He punished Jill simply for who she was, and for a way to punish Chris also. But Sherry... She was something new and exciting.

Sherry couldn't help but laugh as she watched the men. They would soon find that she'd stripped them and tied their underwear to their ankles. She hadn't had this much fun in a while. Being a librarian had truly been rather boring.

Wesker could take it no longer. He gave up simply watching on the monitors, and was soon striding into the shower room himself. "You should be ashamed, you fools!" Hs icy voice remarked. "Bested by a mere slip of a girl!"

Sherry hid her laughter behind her hand. She'd been waiting for him to come back. He'd left the door open as well. Perhaps it was her turn to make a mad dash for freedom. If nothing else, she could certainly give it a try.
She was slinking along the floor behind Wesker now, biting her lip as she held on to the hope that she might just be able to sneak past him.

The door suddenly slammed shut, wesker himself leaning against is casually. "Enjoy that, did you?" He asked, apparently trying to contain laughter himself.

Sherry got up from her crouch, moving like a coiled snake. When she had reached her full height, not nearly enough to look Wesker in the eye, she nodded. "Not as much as other things, but it was enough for now."

"Well, there was certainly other enjoyment that could have been had." Wrsker replied lightly. "Of course, not to imply I was the one to deny it you."

Sherry made a show of looking at her nails. "Can I go back to my room now, daddy?" She asked him, her tone rather quite. "Or were you planning on punishing me some more?"

Wesker pulled open the door and stepped aside. Sherry's plan had worked a little too well. The usually proud Albert Wesker... Felt old. He said nothing more to her, even turning his back.

Sherry did feel a bit bad for being so nasty. But...as childish as it sounded...he had started it. He'd been the one with poison dripping from his lips first. She'd simply given him a dose of his own medicine.

The mood Sherry had left Wesker in didn't bode well for the rest of the people who has the misfortune of calling this facility home. Word got around quickly about Wesker's mood, and without his trusted assistant around to calm the beast... Things could only get worse.

Sherry returned to her room and found herself wondering why. She'd had the perfect chance to run and she'd turned the other way. Wearily she stripped again and laid down on the cool sheets. She couldn't bring herself to wear that night gown again. It was just too much like what her mother would have put on. If there was anything she was not, it was Annette Birkin.
As she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts were with Violet. She hoped the little girl would find what she needed. The gods knew Miss Sophie certainly never had.

Wesker spent that night in the company of a woman from the nearby town. He had paid her more money than she had probably ever seen, simply for her to dress like Sherry, as he had picked her due to her hair being similar to the other woman's. Sherry Birkin was inside his head now, and as he could have her how he wanted... This was the next best thing. Of course... The woman didn't know that all that money would seen be meaningless to her, given that Wesker would kill her once he was done.

Sherry woke the next morning, her stomach growling loudly. It was on the verge of causing her pain since the last time she'd eaten had been nearly a week ago. The poisoned cookie didn't count.
Groaning she rolled onto her side and willed herself not to think about food. But all her mind could do was replay images of Wesker, holding the eclair to her lips. Double betrayal for her.

"Miss Birkin?" a young mans voice could be heard just outside the door, tapping on it lightly. "Miss Birkin, could I please come in?"

"Just a minute!" Sherry jumped hard, not expecting the knock. Then she was grabbing for the comforter to cover herself. She certainly wasn't going to put on that suit again if she didn't have to.
Warily she opened the door, enough to look the young man over without having to allow him inside. "What do you want?"

"Uh..." it took less than a second for the man to realise Sherry wore only the bedding she had wrapped herself in. "I thought you might be hungry... I brought you some breakfast. Just... Just a few croissants... Some eggs, bacon, hash brown... I didn't know if you liked coffee, so I brought orange juice aswell..." He was babbling on as he stared down at the try he carried.

Sherry had to grip her stomach, nearly losing the covers as she did so. "Oh no. I'm not falling for that one again. You tell Wesker he can shove that shit up his ass. I'll starve before I let him do that to me again!" That shouted at the man, she moved back to slam the door in his face.

The man certainly hadn't been expecting that. "I'm sorry, Miss Birkin... Mr Wesker hasn't been seen all day, and there were no orders not to speak with you. I just... I thought you would be hungry. I'll leave the food here though, I case you change your mind." the soundnof the tray being set down could be heard.

"Really?" Sherry opened the door again slightly, poking her head out. "Could you...maybe get me a shirt...and some pants then? I promise not to tell." As she spoke she was reaching toward the plate, her stomach almost drowning her out.