"Do your worst Wesker" growled Chris, tugging at his restraints, his big bulging muscles flexing through his tight uniform shirt as he attempted to free himself. Wesker calmy paced around the struggling hunk, chuckling to himself.
"What's the matter, Chris? Muscles not big enough to break those chains? Maybe being the hunky hero isnt suited to you after all" he teased.
"Go to hell!" barked Chris, using all his might to break free.
"Ahh Chris... youve never been good at civil conversation.... all brawn... no tact. Fortunatly my new experiment might fix that... well half the problem at least"
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