A/N; here it is. The first installment of the sequel.

House Of Cards

Chapter One

"Hello, lovely," Hal grinned as he entered the room.

Raiyne glared as he took steps towards her…a predator…coming to destroy its prey.

"I miss you…a lot,"

Raiyne could practically see his body shaking in excitement. Droll was basically falling from his mouth onto the cold concrete floor. His hands grabbed for her. His fingers feeling greasy…she slipped out from his hold…his hands were to wet, to sweaty to keep her to him. He let out a very animal sounding growl and pounced for her. Raiyne jumped backwards and crouched down…waiting for his next move.

Hal ran for her, changing tactics, and before Raiyne could register the movement…her back was slammed against a cold wall…her shoulders felt suddenly on fire.

He licked along the left side of her face, "I want you to fight me. I want you to try and kill me. I'm going to hurt you… a lot. I'm going to rip you apart from the inside out…This is going to hurt…River…it's going to hurt a lot."

Raiyne shut her eyes as he spoke…every word making her want to fight…want to hurt him and Richard…she wanted to make them pay. That's what Hal wanted…that fire, hate, hope. He wanted to destroy that hope; the belief that somehow she could escape again. He wanted her to hurt…a lot more than physically.

"You don't know what you're doing," Raiyne mumbled as his fingers trained harshly down her front…scratching her stomach.

His movement stopped and his eyes darted to hers with a questioning look.

She smiled sweetly at him before slamming her right shoulder into his ribs.

Coughing, Hal doubled back and hunched over…holding his injured torso, "you…whore," he panted as he began to walk ungracefully around in circles.

Raiyne bent her knees and lifted her fists up…ready, "Come on, Richard. You are going to just watch?" She shouted at what appeared to be nothing. The door was bolted from the outside. There were no windows. This was a cage; a big, metal, cold and heartless cage.

Hal finally found a wall and pressed his back against it, still holding his chest, "you're stronger than you look."

"I just love this painful idea. When is it my turn?" Raiyne spat at him. Disgusting creature. A waste of oxygen.

"Now, my lovely dove. Now, it's your turn,"

Raiyne hadn't even noticed the bolt open and looked at the door as Richard stood there. Black suit…white shirt…red tie. His shoes squeaked slightly as he walked closer…slowly. His hair had changed. What once was brown had been dyed a dirty blonde. It was longer too, gelled back with as little gel as possible; small strands fell out of place and danged lifelessly past his ears, stopping as they reached his jaw.

Raiyne prepared for his hit when he stopped in front of her. She would never back down from him; never show fear…that's what he wanted. He would never get it.

"My sweet little dove, what has happened to you? Who made you have to fight? Who didn't protect you themselves? Who did such wrong to you?" His hand cupped her cheek and his fingers rubbed her skin.

Wordlessly he picked her up. Her legs danged as his arm wrapped around the back of her knees and her head rested on his chest as he pulled her closer.

"I paid for this!" Hal screamed from the wall, still in what appeared to be a lot of pain.

Richard stopped and turned slowly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the pitiful person in front of him.

"You paid to dominate her…you failed. You wasted your own money. I told you that you were not strong enough to do such a deed. River is mine, only I can dominate her. Nobody else will ever be man enough. I suggest you look elsewhere for your kicks, Mr Winters, for my collection will dominate you faster than I can lock the door,"

Without another word, Richard carried Raiyne through corridor after corridor until stopping at a dark wood door, "get inside and take your clothes off. I will be in shortly."

Raiyne supported her weight on the floor and nodded, looking at the floor before opening the door and walking inside.

Richard shut the door and Raiyne began to remove the small amount of clothing she had one. The red lace bra fell to the floor shortly before the matching panties followed. She hopped up on the bed and rested her back on the decorated wall. Richard's room. Grey walls with a blue carpet. Her knees bent and tilted to one side as she waited. Soon he would come.

A/N; Short but sweet. I wanted to set the scene. This is the kind of chapters you will be getting…only I will be delving and writing about the harsher sides of imagination. This is M for every reason you can think of. Call this a warning chapter as that's exactly what it is.

If I get ANY hate mail later in this story…I will direct you back to this chapter at this point.

On a lighter note…reviews are WELCOMED. Please let me know what you think :)