You never anticipated it, but there you were—kidnapped by Wesker, an unsuccessful date from a few months back, now consumed by a profound and unsettling obsession with you. After weeks of meticulous planning, you were now trapped in his clutches, destined to be his in every way.

The room was bathed in an eerie blue glow from the police lights outside. In his possessive embrace, he whispered with a menacing tone, "They're coming, they're coming for you. But they won't find you."

His grip on your waist tightened as he gradually pulled you onto his lap. "No one will find you. You're with me!" he declared smugly, forcing you to confront the grim reality of having no means of escape.

Driven by an intense, twisted love, Wesker believed he had finally secured you as his own, for eternity.