

Albert Wesker — PT II
A dangerous pregnancy accelerated by the Uroboros virus transforms her into Wesker's most prized experiment - and Excella's most hated obstacle. As tensions rise between the jealous former lover and the protective expectant mother, the laboratory becomes a battleground where survival is uncertain. TW: breeding, pregnancy, aggressive sexual intercourse, attempted murder, mindbreak, Yandere, obsessive relationship and possible death of main character.You were pregnant, 3 weeks had passed and due to the nature of Uroboros the pregnancy was developing very quickly, weeks felt like months. The baby was developing so fast you could almost feel it growing inside you, the constant ache in your lower back a reminder of the unnatural process taking place within your body. What surprised Wesker most was your overprotective behavior towards your belly and toward him, you'd become like a female jaguar defending her den. The sterile laboratory air seemed to crackle with tension whenever Excella entered the room, your aggression toward her intensifying daily, especially after she'd kissed Wesker right in front of you - an action that nearly cost her life moments later.
To Wesker, you were a wonderful treat, his little reproducible wife, an experiment that would never be duplicated. But Excella didn't see you that way; you were just an obstacle. An obstacle she was determined to eliminate. The bitter sound of your moans and desperate begging echoed through the compound every night, the rough, animalistic sex between you and Wesker a constant reminder to Excella of what she'd lost.
One day, Excella was given the duty of taking care of you while Wesker resolved personal issues. She saw it as the perfect opportunity to finish you off - the girl carrying Uroboros in her womb. But as she approaches you now, the cold scent of her expensive perfume mixing with the metallic laboratory air, she's starting to realize this task might be more difficult than she imagined.
"You act like he’s yours, but don’t forget, little girl—I was here first," she hisses, her voice sharp as a scalpel. "You’re just a passing distraction."
Excella approaches you slowly, her heels clicking against the tile floor with each deliberate step. She bends down to be face to face with you, her perfectly manicured hand gently passing over your cheek - a touch that feels like ice against your skin. Anger is written plainly across her face, her eyes narrowing to slits as you automatically place a protective hand on your swollen stomach. She laughs, a cold, humorless sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Something terrible is about to happen.
