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Chapter List
- 1-Annus Novus
- 2-Domus
- 3-Calor
- 4-Posco
- 5-Ludus
- 6-Felix Dies Valentini
- 7-Desiderium
- 8-Dormientes
- 9-Curre
- 10-Gravatus
- 11-Vita
- 12-Vigilo
- 13-Arcanum
- 14-Phasma Phasmatis
- 15-Possessio
- 16-Mutatio
- 17-Anniversarium
- 18-Monstrum
- 19-Lues
- 20-Vita Post Mortem
- 21-Iterum
- 22-Eam
- 23-Fidelitas
- 24-Veritas
- 25-Pacisco
- 26-Mundus Novus
- 27-Febris
- 28-Chemia
- 29-In Aeternum
- 30-Frater
- 31-Historia
- 32-Familia
- 14
- 15
- 16
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Chapter 15: Possessio
November 18, 2001 Sunday 11:32 PM

Subject: Wesker, Albert
Location: Mayo, Yukon
Status: Fine
Those barely there outfits were beginning to drive me mad, though we were underground and supplied with necessities and luxuries such as a heater that did not change the fact that it was negative seventeen degrees outside. It felt like she had been baiting me ever since we got here by playing at demure when I knew that she could be as ravenous as any man ever could. Purposely, she paraded around in tight tops and underwear under the pretense that she never knew when I would emerge and return to our living quarters. What I would give her was that she was completely oblivious to what her prancing about half naked was stirring within me, causing me to yearn for the days where without worry I could take her when and where I wanted, but now it was something that could not be since it was obvious that though a failed attempt it would be, I could father a child with her. What really caused me worry though had been that I could hurt her small, tender body easily, and even worse: I sometimes wished to.
When night fell I would grit my teeth knowing that somewhere in proximity she lay helpless, not expecting my presence, and how sweet of a moment it would be to take the surprised Redfield. With excruciating exquisiteness she would yell out once more but this time in disregard that we had an audience, and I would fill her with myself until I could not push any further. I desired to make her hurt so that it would be confused with pleasure, I wanted her nails dug so deeply into my skin that she drew blood, and I wanted her to submit to me completely. Power and control were once again wielded by me, and Goddammit I would use it if it were just for one night.
The bulge in my boxers refused to go away, prompting me to finally act on my craving when the ache to mount her like an animal in heat became so unbearable that I felt myself throbbing in pain. Shirtless, I made my way down the hall and to her wing of the property which contained the more humble rooms reserved for the usual visiting scientists. A crack in her door provided me with a view of the young woman lying on her stomach with her face turned away from the door. The white skin of her back was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window that set barely above ground level, and it rose and fell as she demonstrated the deep breaths that came with sleep. How fortunate for me that she was in just the right position.
The logic that was laid out in my head was being ignored as I crept into her room, locking the wooden door behind me quietly. I didn’t care that I shouldn’t just that I could and that I wanted to- no, I needed to. Though I had searched through the local Native women earlier, finding a few to my liking within me the animal chimed that this was no itch that could be easily scratched and forgotten about. No, this was a persisting rash that would not vanish until I was given the proper remedy, and my particular antidote was Claire Redfield sprawled out before me, gripping the sheets in both agony and pleasure. I needed to release myself into her and only her; perhaps knowing that she was ovulating (a dressy word for heat merely to distinguish between the humans and animals) is what drove me to this point.
Unfaltering, I made my way to her bed, pulling back the white sheet to reveal her naked body to me, the change in temperature causing her to stir a bit but not awaken. With a ragged breath I spread her legs, positioning myself to taste her, and when she felt the wriggling of my tongue against her sex she gasped. Immediately she guessed my identity, but I hushed her. Though I witnessed the frown on her face I overlooked it to continue her preparation for what could have been an uncomfortable start, but I would try my best to awaken her own desire.
Stifling a moan she asked, “What are you doing?”
Surely she was confused when I spurned her advances yesterday, but as of now I wished that she would do as I had: forget about the consequences and give in to her inner animalistic needs. I wrung a squirm out of her by sticking my tongue into her, but the tension in her muscles told me that she was still uncertain. The heat against my face had driven me to the border of insanity, and I rose up on all fours to lie atop her small form. Once more I ignored her uncertainty, gliding my tongue over her shoulder, and filling my hand with her breast. My free hand automatically moved to my length to steady itself at her entrance.
In a voice that sounded guttural and foreign to me even I whispered, “My property.”
“Wesker-” She was cut off as I forced my way into her, spearing her mercilessly and she let out the most beautiful cry of pain, and just as I wanted she gripped the sheets beneath her bare body with a grimace. My mouth fell open in awe at her discomfort, yet she did not protest nor clench up, but she then let out a sigh that sounded much like a moan. I squeezed her breast even harder, eliciting a yelp of surprise before removing myself, and I slammed back into her once more with more force than my initial entry.
“Scream dear heart,” I commanded, taking a fistful of hair into my hand, slightly tugging. Once more I removed myself, sliding out so easily only to ram into her again, shuddering at the sensation I felt upon my head reentering her tight hole. “Do it!” I growled into her ear, catching the sight of a tear gleaming in the moonlight against her cheek, but I knew that she wanted more. Maybe once more and she would crack, I thought to myself, yet still she refused to comply. “If you don’t I’ll just have to make you.”
The sentimental side of me had been tugging me away from supremacy, but when she so boldly defied me I pulled out and readied myself to ram into her at full speed. If it hurt her, she would heal. Conjuring up my virus’ strength I ran my tongue over one of my upper canines and speared her once more, making her scream in a voice so high that it managed to pierce my ears.
“WESKER!”
Chuckling to myself I allowed my mouth to hover just above her ear, teasingly asking, “Wesker what?”
Fiercely she turned her head in my direction and stared into my eyes. “Fuck me.” And yes I would just for her daring to display any dominance whatsoever when I was the one in the position to do just that. Slowly, yet unrelenting I pumped in and out of her, drawing out from her many cries and screams. When she attempting to sit up I pushed my palm down between her shoulders to hold her in place, she wasn’t going anywhere just yet.
As more tears wet the pillow beneath her I let up, keeping myself inside her while I pulled her up to her knees, my stomach to her back. With my hands still gripping her hair at the roots I tugged her head to the side, exposing the fair skin of her neck to me, at which I nipped and sucked angrily, but she only screamed in pleasure at my roughness. I let my hand wander from her breast to her clitoris, rubbing against it vigorously while with the grip I had on her hair forced her up and down the length of my rod painfully slowly. She was no longer used to the feel of me I could tell for she whimpered once I was buried to the hilt inside of her, but she took it all without protest and I continued to control her so easily.
“Redfield,” I breathed into her neck, “fuck.” She attempted to control her own movements which forced me to slide out of her angrily and turn her around. With an even tighter hold on her brunette hair I guided her down to her hands and knees. Frowning, I instructed her to open her mouth, inserting myself into it. Eyes closed, she sucked without having to be commanded, and I moaned out as I bucked my hips back and forth. Feeling my cock hitting the back of her throat made me stop as I felt myself about to explode, but I did not want it to end like this.
“On your back,” I ordered, deciding that missionary was the best way to finish it up. Before I entered her again I took a pink nipple into my mouth, sucking hard which made her moan loudly, grinding her hips up at me. Looking up I demanded, “Do you want me inside of you?” With fervent nods she wrapped her arms around me tightly, and in response I did the same.
“Is it pain you want?” I teased, rubbing myself against her. “Scream more for me.” I went into her again, forcing her to spread her legs wider in order to accommodate me. At full force I rammed into her, and she placed a small hand on my abs to steady herself as she grinded and bucked her hips. I leaned forward, never letting up my pace as I caught her lips in a kiss, our tongues immediately clashing.
I wrapped my arms around her small form, sitting up and pulling her up along with me. Our kiss never ceased as I grabbed the bottom of her ass with of one of my hands to lower and raise her body. I could feel myself about to come and I was sure she was as well as I felt her nails dig into my shoulder blades and she broke our kiss to grunt. Her hair bounced around her face as I used all of my strength to keep up a quick enough pace, and I could see the words stuck in her throat, and there they would remain.
“Oh God,” was all she could manage, and she pulled me closer to bury her face in my neck, her hands were now clasping at the nap of my neck as she allowed herself to give a final scream of satisfaction. Her legs began to shake and her body threatened to go limp, but my hold on her tightened to keep her alert. In an unforeseen effort she suckled on my throat, just to the left of my Adam’s apple and I felt myself burst inside of her. She drained me of all tension, stress, and also my energy. I inhaled her scent, feeling the relief replacing the tension I had just released, and I leaned forward to let her lie on her back.
Though we were both spent I did not remove myself from her, though I continued to trail kisses over her collarbone and neck, every now and then pulling out a bit and going back in. It was obvious that I was not as tired as she was; sometimes her eyes would close sleepily, only to open again later. Rather than question my actions I decided to accept what I had done, and now there was no way to stop it again.
November 19, 2001 Monday 12:46 AM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Mayo, Yukon
Status: Exhausted
Whatever had possessed him to sneak into my room still hadn’t left him, but I didn’t protest although by now I was no good for anything. He continued to kiss me lightly as I faded in and out of sleep, the insides of my thighs sore from his pelvic bones, and something else was definitely sore yet he refused to remove himself. I must have been out for a good two minutes only to discover that he was still on top of me, still inside of me, but rather than kiss me he only stared down from his fiery eyes. It was not a frightening sight to behold upon awakening, but it somehow gave me the energy I needed to push him up, and I felt that he was still hard as he slid from within me. I pushed him back, his head lying on the foot of the bed and I positioned myself between his legs to take him into my mouth.
It was almost automatic though it had been a while, but it came back so easily to me: what made him grunt, what made him buck his hips, and what made him come. His second release came so quickly, and I swallowed easily wanting to please him best as I could. More than anything I hoped it would get him to sleep, because though I thoroughly enjoyed the make-up sex, I was worn out from it. For a moment I thought he was ready for a second round when he took me into his arms, but he surprised me by standing.
Completely naked, I clung to him while he opened my door and took me to his room where he laid me down in his bed. Once I covered myself up I fell asleep, drifted off, not remembering him getting next to me, just warmth that lasted throughout the night.
When I woke up he was nowhere to be seen, but I didn’t mind because I was too exhausted to deal with the consequences of last night. Though blissful, I didn’t want to talk about it, right now, and I didn’t know exactly how to feel about it either. After I had resolved to speak with him about me being placed elsewhere, he changed his mind about me. Something even more unnerving was that he had had sex with me without protection when both of us knew what that boneheaded decision lead to last time. Still I couldn’t imagine us ever having the patience to use a condom so it would have been weirder than not if he had come prepared.
Last night was confusing, very much wanted but still… He had just turned me away and caught me reading his diary, then he turned around and decided to screw my brains out, almost like he needed to which seeing as he was a man could very well be the case. Releasing a deep sigh, I sat up, only now remembering that I was naked and without any clothing whatsoever at this moment. My intention was to go to the bathroom since that was everyone’s first act of the day, but before I could do that I rummaged through Wesker’s dresser until I found a black, button-up. I slipped it on and enjoyed the feeling of something that was his wrapped around me, stopping myself from smiling and getting too giddy over one night of sex.
God, it was like we had to start all over again and I had to remind myself that things could once more be temporary. I definitely needed some time alone to think.
Not knowing the time made me hesitant about creeping to the bathroom because I had no idea if any of the scientists were walking about, so I quickly made my way back to my wing of the house and grabbed some of my own clothes before going to my bathroom. My shower was wonderful, for some reason showering after having sex gave you the greatest feeling in the world, almost like you were completely happy. It did keep me from sorting things out though, and honestly I didn’t care to do that and ruin my own mood. Since I got here all I thought about was Wesker no longer wanting me and how I’d lost everything, but last night had given me something to look forward to. Now if Wesker was leading me on then I guess he had fooled me twice and I was even more stupid than I originally thought.
His motives were what bothered me though, that is if he had any. What if he was performing some sick experiment where he was attempting to knock me up just so that he could see what the next pregnancy would result in? No, he wouldn’t do that, not when he seemed perturbed by the fact that last time he had no choice but to end my life to save it all because of a baby that would never be treated as his offspring. Yet I was befuddled; Wesker didn’t do things on a whim, but hadn’t our first time having sex been on a whim as well? Though he was a methodical man I highly doubted any man sat back and planned out sex, thought of it sure but planned? As I towel dried my hair I let my thoughts cease, noticing steam rise from my body as heat mixed with cool air.
More than anything I wanted to go back to sleep, instead I chose to do what idiotic women did after a spontaneous night of sex: go bug the man they fucked. I slipped on a pair of denim shorts and some sneakers, and a black, pure body shirt. Before I left I threw my hair into a tangled ponytail and headed to the elevator, feeling nervous the whole way to his office. How I hated that his door was automatic though, it felt weird to just walk in when the polite thing to do would have been to knock.
Accepting that I’d just have to be rude I stepped in front of the door, it slid up quickly and in fear of Wesker’s reaction to my unannounced visit I flinched. When I noticed that his back was still facing the doorway I stepped inside and knocked gently on the wall, hoping that he was in a good mood today. His blond head stayed buried in his notes though as he scribbled and lifted the papers to his left to peek at some other papers, and I nervously licked my lips.
“Yes Miss Redfield?”
My heart dropped into my stomach when he addressed me under that name, and I completely looked over the fact that he knew that it was me. “I was just wondering how it was going…”
His writing stopped. A sense of dread rose in my chest, growing especially when he turned in his chair to look at me. “Come in.” I made my way to the chair across from his, hearing the door seal behind me. Shyly I took my seat, clasping my hands in my lap, my back rigid with apprehension over what he could be about to tell me. Though I had given him my attention he began writing again, just slower than he had been scribbling before.
“The virus has bonded with your DNA. It is a part of you.”
For some reason I wasn’t feeling as disappointed as I should, instead I just stared at him, listening intently. He turned to face me finally, rubbing his chin with a gloved hand, and if his eyes were twinkling with interest I don’t know.
“Stripping it could involve more danger than it is worth.”
“I’m not looking for an easy way out,” I chimed. “If it takes ten years to come up with a vaccine I’ll wait. I don’t need an instant cure, but I can’t exactly go back to my life knowing that I’ll always be different.”
“Dear heart…”
My life… “Wesker,” I began, scooting forward in my chair, “I can’t go back, can I?” I had failed to ask about the details of my last day as a human, not that I cared to know anymore other than the fact that I died and so did my child. “What happened?”
With his index finger he pushed his shades further up the bridge of his nose, his jaw relaxed as if he had been rehearsing this moment for a while. Of course he saw it coming, but not this far into my stay here; more than likely he was probably shocked that I’d managed to keep my trap shut about going home. “You are now as wanted as I am. I am certain that the CDC has informed your brother of our connection. Any return to your old life has become impossible.”
I needed a glass of water to process the information, and to push down the lump that was forming in my throat. My hands became clammy while I ran his words over in my head once more, hating that I’d asked in the first place. “What about...” Everything? Everyone? What would my few friends think about my disappearance from their lives and appearance on a Most Wanted List? Then there was my only family: Chris.
“Though your brother may refuse to believe the proof placed before him, the United States Government has no bias Claire.”
A sad laugh broke through, my torso visibly jumping with it. “Am I wanted dead or alive?” He opened his mouth to answer but I yelled, “I don’t need to know!” If my logic was correct then they wanted me alive for the simple fact that I was pregnant whilst in their custody, and now I wasn’t. They would need me alive for questioning on Wesker, my infection, and my baby. Suddenly I feared capture, hating that Leon could possibly end up behind my interrogation or even worse: he could be the one to turn me over.
Would they torture me by water boarding me for information or would they give me one of those serums they used in the movies that made you unable to tell a lie? Would they threaten my brother and treat me like I wasn’t even a citizen of this country?
Without realizing it I was biting my bottom lip quite angrily, chewing on it as a matter of fact, and Wesker seemed to take notice. There was another reason I came down here to talk to him, but I couldn’t even fathom us talking about our relationship –whatever you wanted to call it- when more important matters were at hand.
Finally giving in I decided to request his counsel, “What does this mean for me?” Never had Albert Wesker been at a complete loss for words, usually he had the answer to every damned thing, and it honestly unnerved me that he was without a clue in such a frightening moment. “Do I live the rest of my life in a lab? In some isolated, Dutch village on a hill in a shack with goats?” An image came to my head of me being known as an American hermit that eventually went insane from lack of human contact, and with a scoff I realized that it was something that should have been foreseen for me, the nosy Redfield sibling who got herself into every sink hole I’d been plucked out of.
By Wesker nonetheless.
For a moment I feared that Wesker did not take my questions seriously, but he got to his feet and walked over the bookshelf to my left, my eyes following him as he leaned against it and pretended to peruse over titles of medical books he’d probably memorized by now. “If you were under my employ, I would insure your safety dear heart. If you chose not to work for me,” he turned his head to face me, a sly smile creeping across his lips, “still I would make sure that you were taken care of. Our previous arrangement has not been forgotten.”
As I let his words sink in I still couldn’t find the strength to give a smile of gratitude, not even the smallest one. Of course it did mean quite a bit to me that he was still willing to keep his word, but it couldn’t make everything else go away. I couldn’t imagine just disappearing from Chris’ life without giving him an explanation, well I already had but… the permanence that I would have to do it with now…
“I can’t live like this.” My words were spoken to my hands that were now red as they squeezed one another; this reality was too much to bear. I’d done all of this to help Chris, but in the end it seemed as though my price to pay would be giving him up entirely. I didn’t care if Wesker bought me an isolated island and named it after my brother, because right about now Government incarceration seemed worth just a few seconds of seeing him and letting him know that it was all done for him. I didn’t abandon you Chris.
I would never, but I was given no choice now…
November 21, 2001 Wednesday 12:33 PM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Mayo, Yukon
Status: Nervous
I remembered his birthday from his fake ID, and also I remembered it because Chris hated this day. Corny and cliché as it was he cursed the day Wesker was born and yet I hated the fact that I couldn’t even bake him a cake. He had bought me the best gift I’d ever received for a birthday but I couldn’t return the favor at all, and it bothered me. Not because I was hoping to win him over and impress him, but because I believed in being fair and even.
When he entered my room and asked me to sit down I half expected him to give me a “Wesker Glare” as punishment but it would have been highly illogical of him to be angry with me for not getting him a gift when I was locked up underground with several miles of snow and wildlife surrounding me.
With an uneasy smile I said softly, “I wanted to do something for your birthday. Happy birthday,” I finished awkwardly, waving my hands in mock excitement. He stood in his usual fashion, arms folded, legs not too far apart, and head tilted down. There was something dominating about that, the fact that he always looked down to me, and his shades didn’t soften the glare at all, but there was something about this that I liked…
“Dear heart I am afraid there are more important matters at hand.” He shocked me by practically stating that his birthday held little significance, yet I knew this should come as no surprise to me since he never spoke of it. I wasn’t sure how he felt about celebrating his birth, but “Old Claire” who knew nothing of the man at all would have imagined him renting out a stadium for a party large enough to slake his vanity. Now I wondered if he had ever considered his birth to have been unnecessary, but that little voice told me that I was just attempting to make excuses for and humble him since he did not do so for himself.
It was because I felt for him, a piece of me desperately attempting to find a trace of normal within him, but what was normal about a man who chose to be on the run and chose death to forsake his humanity?
“What is it?” The question stayed inside of me long enough; I was too afraid to ask what else was going on.
“Soon, I shall be leaving this place.” His words were like a bucket of ice water to my face, and I felt as though I had been hit in the chest, deprived of air. Despite these sensations I only blinked, my teeth clamping together tightly as I forced a protest down. “A business venture seems to be well on its way to taking a turn for the worse, and it is imperative that I am there to assess the damage.”
Silly, love-struck me ignored the words and the underlying meaning, all because he said that he was leaving without mentioning where that’d leave me. “So I’ll be left here?”
For a moment he looked up, looking thoughtful as he ran my question over in his mind, but for a second I thought I caught the tiniest bit of a smirk. “I have taken what this would mean for you into consideration Claire. Once more we have found ourselves in a… difficult situation.”
I surprised myself by breathing, “That’s putting it lightly.” He was referring to our actions the night before, not his departure, and it didn’t take a genius to figure that out.
For a moment he was silent, his eyes falling onto me once more. “That is why right now I am giving you a choice: to either come with me and be a part of it or remain here.”
My eyes shot open at his offer, startling me beyond words. I could not believe that Albert Wesker was offering to bring me along on business. To further illustrate how big of a deal this was I reminded myself of the secret rooms that I know existed in the house in Red Lodge that I never saw the insides of. “I won’t be a distraction?” Hopefully I wouldn’t end up talking him out of letting me tag along.
With a smirk he said, “I have no intention of bringing you along for my field work dear heart, however you will be on the same continent as I and should the travel arrangements permit the same country.” This condition, I wasn’t too fond of but I was sure he wouldn’t be too far from me if we were separated by a border, and this was an opportunity to gain some freedom even if it meant my luxury was a hotel balcony. I assumed we’d be leaving North America so that told me our other options would most likely be warmer.
South America was warm, it varied in Europe but it was much warmer there than it was here right now, Africa was a given temperature-wise, and so was Australia. I was unsure about Asia and Russia really didn’t count as a part of Europe or Asia –or so my History teacher had claimed- so I took the liberty of marking that off of my list, and quite happily since I heard Siberia was a bitch. Antarctica would not be counted either seeing as it held too few people to be a place for business, and those people were too busy trying to determine if shrimp were capable of surviving a few miles under the water there.
As of now my chances of a warm getaway looked pretty good so I dared to ask, “Where are we going?” He said nothing and I decided to compromise by giving him a larger range to work with without giving it all away. “Can I at least know the continent?” That was really all I cared to know since it would give me some idea of what to expect.
“In one month we leave for South America.”
I swear I almost jumped to my feet and did a silly, little dance when Wesker said that we’d be leaving this freezer for nice, warm South America. He further surprised me by issuing me a new, black card and encouraging me to order new clothing that would be better suited for the warmer weather. I bought shorts, flip flops, tank tops- anything that would symbolize my departure from the Yukon, and of course Wesker had to provide shipping information since I had no idea exactly where we’d be heading. Maybe we’d go to Brazil and I’d be allowed to go to the New Year’s festival. It was so drab here, the mere thought of the myriad of colors, dancing, and music brought a smile to my face.
It seemed like it was more of my birthday than his because this was up there with my bike, which I hadn’t even been able to ride out here.
Seriously, he had no idea how much I wanted to kiss him for this, and then I remembered the most important part of traveling with him: an alias. “Wesker?” I asked almost timidly. A blond eyebrow rose in acknowledgment of my voice, and I leaned forward in the chair I had been twirling in while he entered shipping information into the computer. “Am I going to need a name?”
His typing ceased as he thought, knowing that I couldn’t really go anywhere in the world now brandishing the name Claire Redfield, but then again for some reason I had a feeling the American Government was willing to endanger other countries just so they wouldn’t find out about me and attempt to capture me for their own sick desires for bio-weaponry. “Is there a name you would prefer?”
That one question made me almost gasp, and really I didn’t get why, perhaps I was being overemotional and beginning to see something that more than likely didn’t exist in every one of his actions. Even though I cringed when I first heard him dub me as Sara Ivanov, I was willing to give him another chance.
“You choose.” My doubt was clear in my voice, something that caused him to give a half smirk, in turn making my face feel a few degrees warmer.
As he pretended to think he leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, exhaling deeply. “This name shall stick.” With a dramatic pause he looked to the ceiling, and honestly the suspense was killing me, I mean what if he picked a name like Clementine or Bertha? I wouldn’t want to be stuck with those, and yes they’d more than likely stick by the mere ugliness of them. I prayed he plucked something out of the sky (ceiling) that would be pleasant to leave the mouth.
After about a minute of me digging my nails into my palms and tapping my feet against the floor anxiously he once more took on his almost aristocratic posture. I swear the guy could look like he was the aristocratic lord of a castle in a Lazy Boy. “Illyria.”
With a sigh of relief I smiled at him, loving the way the name rolled off of his tongue, and I asked, “Illyria ‘what?’”
“Illyria Wishkar.”
Despite his pronunciation I recognized the familiarity in the name, but I would not make assumptions or annoy an answer out of him. So I nodded and repeated the name to myself, sans the accent of course which I could tell belonged to a language I spoke not a lick of. “I like it.” Before I could further comment I felt an ache in my lower back and abdomen that made me flinch from the sudden pain. I saw the look of concern pass over his face, and he immediately came to kneel before me, grabbing my shoulder with a gloved hand.
“What is it?” He searched my eyes not for an answer but to make sure that I was still conscious of his presence. “Claire what is it?”
“I…” A familiar sensation stopped me from telling him that I didn’t know, and I felt something warm and wet between my legs. Now that I was sure I was almost ashamed as I spread my legs, seeing a red spot that stained my shorts. This was something that I had wondered about often, and now that it was happening I was more afraid than ever: there was no longer a doubt in my mind that I could produce children.
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