Twilight felt the leather slowly move lower, to her marehood. “Hey, what are you doing!?”
She did not get a response, instead the leather running over her entrance gave her the answer she had wanted to avoid.
“Hey! Hey! Are you serious!? Is this what you want with me!?”
“Silence, worm!” Twilight cried out in pain as she felt his other hand jab sharply into her side. “Do not interfere with my research or you will live to regret it, if you continue to live.” He continued to rub his fingers on the entrance, stimulating her weakly but enough that she couldn't just ignore it. Her slit started to dampen and she felt him remove his hand from her.
Wesker sniffed the moisture on his glove then tasted it. “...plum.” He reached into his longcoat and dialed a number on his cellphone. “Maria, find that stranger I met on Omegle and have him added to the list of potential Nemesis Mk. IV candidates.” He shut the phone without waiting for a response and turned back to Twilight. “Now then, if you'll excuse me. I have more important matters to attend to. Do not despair, though, I will return shortly.”
She heard him walk out of the room and then heard a door slide shut. She tried weakly to struggle free from the ropes again, but it was useless. She looked around the room again, her eyes accustomed to the darkness of the room. The metallic objects lying on the floor were syringes. Some were empty, some were not. They were labeled, though she could only make out the names on a few of them. “T-01... O-01... MikeRossisafraud...” She couldn't imagine what was in them, or what they were meant for. Her mind started to wander as she thought about the fates of her friends, and what had actually happened to Rainbow Dash.