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Wesker held Chris' face, nails digging into his skin as he forced his gaze this way and that.
Chris struggled uselessly against his former captain's enhanced strength. He was stripped, naked and bare except for the ropes and chains that held him tight– arms behind his back, legs down keeping him in a kneeling position, a gag over his mouth.
Wesker sneered down at him, satisfied. He grabbed his hair, pulled Chris' face up to force him to see the camera positioned a little way away in the bare, concrete room.
"Smile, Chris. Your friends are going to love this."