"Descent into Darkness"

Léon's eyes locked onto Wesker's, a fierce determination burning within them. He was going to stop this, no matter what it took. But as he charged at Wesker, he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest. It was as if his body had betrayed him, freezing in place as Wesker's smile grew wider. With a swift motion, Wesker reached out and grasped Léon's wrist, his grip like a vice. Léon tried to struggle, but Wesker's strength was overwhelming. He was dragged back to the cage, the metal bars closing in around him like a trap. Wesker's face was inches from Léon's, his breath hot against his skin. "You should have listened, Léon," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, it's time for the next step in our little experiment." Léon's heart was racing, his mind screaming in terror as Wesker's hands began to roam over his body. He tried to push him away, but Wesker was too strong. He was pinned against the cage, his clothes torn and ripped as Wesker's fingers explored every inch of his skin. The air was thick with tension, Léon's senses overwhelmed by the sheer horror of what was happening. He felt Wesker's mouth on his neck, his lips tracing a path down to his shoulder. It was a gentle, almost loving touch, but Léon knew it was a prelude to something far more sinister. Wesker's hands were everywhere, his fingers probing and invading Léon's body. He was helpless to stop him, his mind reeling in terror as Wesker's grip tightened around him. And then, Wesker's body pressed against his, Léon's back to the cage as Wesker's hips pinned him in place. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, Léon's eyes wide with horror as Wesker's erection was freed. Léon's body tensed, his muscles screaming in protest as Wesker forced his way inside him. The pain was intense, a searing agony that threatened to consume him whole. He tried to scream, but his voice was trapped in his throat, unable to escape. Wesker's face was twisted in a snarl, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he took Léon. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the warehouse, Léon's senses overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of what was happening. Tears streamed down Léon's face, his body wracked with sobs as Wesker continued to violate him. He felt like he was losing himself, his soul torn apart by the sheer horror of what was happening. The world around him was a blur, Léon's mind consumed by the pain and the terror. He was a prisoner, a plaything for Wesker's twisted desires. And he knew he was trapped, unable to escape the hell that Wesker had created for him. As Wesker finally pulled out, Léon's body collapsed against the cage, his mind shattered by the trauma. He was a broken man, his body and soul torn apart by Wesker's brutal assault. The darkness closed in around him, Léon's world reduced to a single, overwhelming emotion: despair.