Chris’ wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from his attempts to wrench or wriggle himself free from the tight, rough ropes that Wesker had bound him up with. Once he’d stopped struggling he could feel the wet, stinging pain radiating[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
They kept him locked in the dark. They kept him locked in the dark in a tiny cage. They kept him locked in the dark in a tiny cage with a muzzle over his face, and tight bindings on his[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Wheel of Fortune: Bad luck. Time heals all wounds. Long-term captivity. Painful anniversaries. Wrong place, wrong time. I’ve been meaning to write something with Northstar. What an opportunity!! Might make some people uncomfortable, so its going under a cut. —[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Chrisker again, then. 😅 — Wesker paced around Chris with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his smug face, as Chris struggled against the tight bonds that held him to the chair. “You put up a good[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…