The sharp sound of a slap makes you scream and grab your butt with your hands.

— Albert, I asked you not to hit me so hard, — you moaned, trying to hold back your tears. You go to the mirror and lift your T-shirt to look at the site of the impact. There was a clear trace of your boyfriend's fingers on your bare skin. It hurts a lot when someone hits you, even considering that you were only wearing a long T-shirt and panties. Tears involuntarily flowed down your cheeks, forcing you to cover your face with your hands.

— oooh, baby, don’t cry, I didn’t mean to hit you so hard, — Wesker purred in a guilty voice, coming closer to you and putting his hands on your ass, gently massaging the site of the blow.