A slight humming in the background was heard as Rynn slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes struggled to stay open, even for a few seconds, before quickly closing. She knew she was laying flat on her back, laying on something cold.

A hard, metal table.

The chill of the table was affecting her bare skin as goosebumps took over but that wasn't the only thing to take over.

Pain.

Intense, throbbing, aching pain to her head, shoulder and stomach, pretty much everywhere.

"Riddick...?" She groggily choked out his name inbetween coughing, which made the pain worse.

She could have sworn she heard something, something that sounded like laughter.

It was laughter.

But it wasn't Riddick's laughter. She started to remember what happened as the haunting images flooded back to her memory...

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Her eyes flashed opened as the memory of getting hit in the back of the head snapped her back into reality. Those blue eyes of hers weren't working to well, they saw nothing but darkness and that freaked her out at first, until they grew accustomed to the semi-darkened room she was in. She became aware of a small light in the corner, another smaller square table, which had some objects on it and not much else occupying the room except for a dark silhouette of a figure.

"Riddick?" She questioned this time, hoping that dark figure would somehow be him.

It wasn't.

"He still ain't here to save you, darlin'." The merc came into view more, approaching to stand right next to her immobile, chained body. His arms crossed at the chest, looking down at her with a somewhat blank expression.

Her eyes fully focus on him as he got closer. She was able to see him more clearer than before, when he captured her. He wasn't bad looking at all. Short jet black hair, brown soft eyes and a normal body type for a man who looked to stand under six feet. He tone of voice was soft, caring like. But she knew better than that. She scoffed at the thought. It was unheard of.

"Where am I?"

"On my ship." He chuckled amusingly at her. "Guess I did hit you over the head too hard."

'Ya, think?!' She thought.

Her body was telling her that. But despite her restraints and pain, Rynn did her best to wiggle, to move her legs a bit, maybe even her arms, but to know luck. She was too tightly bound. But she was able to lift her head up, noticing all her cloths were gone except for her bra and underwear.

"Fucker!" She seethed. That little outburst caused the pain to grew more intense and she yelled out because of it.

"Cool that temper, relax your body, and the pain will subside." His hand went and brushed the hair from her eyes while trying to coo her to calm down.

"Don't touch me!" She snarled, jerking her head away.

The ship bagan to shake. Turbulance. Turbulance wasn't helping her body. It made it more easy for Rynn to really feel those hard bumps and jolts. Felt like the table was embedding itself into her.

The merc cursed under his breath at the interruption, yelling at the top of his lungs to his crew. "Do you fucks know how to drive this thing?!"

"Sorry, boss." Another male voice was heard in the distance.

With that taken care of the merc's eyes focused back on Rynn. "I guess I shouldn't scold you about your temper, huh?" He chuckled to himself. "Mine almost got you killed and your worth nothing dead. So I fixed you up best I could."

Was he trying to be genuine?

Rynn wasn't buying it she just snorted. "Remind me to thank you sometime." Adding dryly.

With her remark she saw the mercs jaw muscles tense and relax, like he was trying not to loose control again.

"So if you "fixed me up" why am I still lying here half naked? Why didn't you put my cloths back on?"

"Your easy on the eyes...and hands."

She cringed at the thought that of having this fuckers filthy hands on her while she was out cold. She tried not to think about where else his hands might have went or what else came in contact with her.

"I hope-" She hated to say this but it was better than the alternative. "I hope your hands were the only thing that made contact."

The merc bent down, inching his face closer to hers, reassuring her. "Some instruments were used on you, but only to your wounds. So rest assured they were." He combed his fingers through her hair as bile started to make its way from her stomach and creep into her throat. She snapped her teeth, trying to bite at his hand.

"Hey!" He yanked his hand back in the nick of time. "Now that wasn't very nice." Chided her. "You should be grateful you little bitch. You'd be dead if it wasn't for me."

"Let me guess your the all mighty saviour now?"

The merc was not taking too kindly to her attitude. "Keep it up Rynn and my filthy hands will be in places you don't want them to be."

She bit her tongue to keep quite, hoping that won't happen, but it did.

His hand that was to her forehead inched its way down the front of her body, brushing over her breats, glidding down her abdomen and coming into contact with its mark.

His fingers started to rub between her legs, her underwear didn't do much good to block his touch. She felt everything. And it disgusted her.

Rynn didn't care what her body was telling her at that moment. Her pain forgotten, she focused on trying her best to get out of those restraints. She had to try and do something. She was being violated.

"Fuck!" She groaned out of frustration. The merc getting the wrong idea by her word and the way she said it, thinking she was liking what his fingers were doing to her.

"See, Rynn. All you whores can't resisit."

"Go to hell!" She venomously growled out. "Knock my ass out again so I don't have to endure this." She tightly sealed her lips after that so he wouldn't think her sounds of disgust were that of pleasure. They definitely were not.

"Ah, come on, baby cakes. Just relax." His eyes ventured downward, taking notice of the unconscious movements of her hips.

"I'm going to fucking kill you when I get out of these chains. You know that, right?" She kept on cringing, doing her best to mentally block out what his fingers were still doing to her.

"No you won't." The merc said with confidence withdrawing his hand.

Rynn thought he was going to slid his hand into her panties and stroke her that way but she caught sight of his hand as he was balling it up into a fist, heading straight for her face and connecting with a hard blow, making her cry out.

The force of the blow caused Rynn's head to snap to the opposite side. His own hand started to sting and the side of Rynn's face was getting a red mark and starting to swell. She could barley move her jaw, hoping it wasn't broken. She started to taste blood from where her teeth connected with the inside of her cheek. She spit some blood out, her teeth staying in place.

"See what happens when you piss me off. You get hurt. I would think you'd rather have pleasure."

"You thought wrong."

He turned his back on her, going to another smaller table, grabbing something on it.

Rynn turned her head to see what he was up to, getting a sickening feeling that was starting to overwhelm her. That feeling was a bad warning and her warning was confirmed when she saw a familiar shine coming into her view as the merc reapproached her.

It was the knife. The same butcher's knife, still with her dried blood on it, clearly visible in his hand. He made no point in hiding the dirty thing.

Her eyes widened in horror, growing big as saucers.

"Since you'd rather have pain. I'll give you your wish." The mec lowered the blade right above her heart.

She felt it bite as he applied a little pressure. "NO!"

"Don't worry, Rynn." He acted like this was no big deal. "I won't kill you, you know your no good to me dead. I just want to have a little more fun with you before we depart."

"Don't!" She managed to shriek out, despite her jaw being almost broken.

"It's either this, baby doll, or you will endure countless raps from me until we reach our destination."

"Don't do either." She pleaded, really wishing Riddick was with her right now. She felt like her world was coming to an end.

"The ball is in your court, Rynn." More pressure was added, causing the knife to break through her bra, next to come would be her skin.

'Destination in five minutes. Repeat. Destination in five minutes.' A computerized, female voice was heard over the speakers.

Rynn kept quiet, thankful and sighing heavily with relief. Soon she would be away from this fuck. She hoped the merc would leave, to go do whatever, in the event of her drop off, but he didn't.

"I guess I better work fast." He said as Rynn let out a blood curling scream. The knife breaking through her skin, sinking ever so slowly deeper and closer to her heart.

"AAhhh...MOTHER FUCKER!"

The merc glanced up at her, enjoying the torture he was inflicting on her, enjoying watching her face contorte in pain.

"You made your choice, Rynn." He reminded her.

"No I didn't!" She screamed out.

"That's right. You said nothing, so I had to make the choice for you."

"Gut me. Just fucking gut me right now!" She wanted this to end. For the pain to stop. The torture.

"Your not getting off that easy." He replyed calmly but he wasn't calm when he yanked the knife out of her only to be plunged, without mercy, into her gut.

Rynn's screams for Riddick seemed like they shattered the worlds.

"He's not here, dammit! Your NEVER going to see him again! Face facts!" The merc raised his arm so the knife would straighten, standing tall inside her, but his hand was still firmly holding it in place.

"He'll find me." She said, her voice confident, no doubt in it what-so-ever, despite it going weak.

"That maybe." He paused to showcase a sickening smile. "But you won't be in one piece when he does. I can make you stay alive while missing some body parts."

Rynn was getting weak, more blood loss. Her eyes were going blurry. She couldn't even reply to what he said, wanting to so badly, despite the sheer horror of it. All she could do was turn her head away from him as tears filled her eyes...for many reason.

He loomed over her, still with the knife in her. "Do you really think HE cares for you?"

"Yes."

He snorted. "If that's the case, where was he when I captured you, hm? Where is he now?" He mused.

She bit her tongue, seriously regretting the mistake she had made. She should have listened to him and stayed in that room.

Thoughts were flooding her mind now, more like doubt. Would she really see him again?

Rynn shook her head, shaking those bad cobwebs away. She could and would not let this merc break her. She knew Riddick would find her and she would be in one piece when he did.

"Not going to answer me, huh? That's fine." He removed the blade and exited the room. Leaving her there in pain, bleeding out and completely helpless.

Rynn had to dig down deep inside her. Find the will to live. To keep fighting. And she did. She was still alive, grateful for that, despite being slaved out.

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Rynn remained on that planet a few more days until yet again she got moved.

Reason being, the ruler of that planet realized, knew instantly, who she was and knew Riddick. He knew he would come for her and bring all his fury right along with him, and that was something the ruler did not want to deal with. So he made some calls, made a deal. The ruler actually paid, with his own money, for anyone to take her off of his hands. He ended up selling her to one of the world's most harshest slams.