If anyone asked about my romantic life, I always told them that Sheila was my first serious partner. I met her when I was getting my Associate’s Degree in Criminal Justice and we stayed together throughout my time at the Police Academy. I had already bought the ring and planned to propose when she broke up with me, uninterested in being the wife of a cop in a small city.
If anyone asked about my sex life, I told them it was none of their business. I never told anyone about the boy from college who taught me how much I liked it rough. No way in hell was I going to tell anyone that some complete asshole in college taught me that I was a size queen.
If there was no way I was telling them about the human, then not even torture could make me tell anyone about the Tyrant who fucked me in Raccoon City. By the time the US Government picked us up, it had healed enough that the asshole doctor who did my physical and finally fixed up my shoulder only wrote me down as someone with “homosexual tendencies.” Nothing about how I was fucked by a monster dick, nonetheless an actual monster.
I hated myself for it, but there was nothing like a dick nearly literally splitting you in half to change your standards. Some days I wonder if it changed more than that.
xoxoxox
“Ugh. I think they’re deliberately wasting our time.”
Leon Kennedy looked up from the footprint he was examining in the mud. It was human-shaped,but after Raccoon City, that didn’t mean much. Not that he could tell his current partner that. “What do you mean?”
Jack Krauser folded his arms, scowling, and from Leon’s angle, he had the perfect view to observe how the stance made Krauser’s muscles bulge. Even with frustration twisting the man’s face, Leon thought he made a pretty picture.
A pretty, untouchable picture. Leon turned back to the steps in the mud. Leon’s position in the government offered him many perks, including the opportunity to keep an eye on and help out the Redfields, but it wasn’t doing shit for his sex life. Hell, he hadn’t had sex since, well, that incident in Raccoon City, but propositioning a career soldier like Jack Krauser was a good way to get a bullet to the head.