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"Fuck!" Kyra awoke with a horrible headache and every part of her body hurt. She felt like she had sand everywhere, especially places where sand should just never go. Topping it off, she reeked saltwater and the room was pitch black.

Where the hell am I?

She felt the ground beneath her and it was soft and padded like a gym floor"I'm either in a gym or a mental institution. Lights." Nothing happened.
"Shit! Prick doesn't want me to see. Let's try and see what we've got anyway."

She felt around and eventually came to a wall and crawling on her knees followed it until she bumped into something hard and flat. "It's a bench." Feeling with her hands she came to a tall round container sitting on top of it. She stood and realized that she had no shoes on. He had taken them off along with her socks.

She moved her hands up the container until her hand hit the top and she felt something liquid. She tasted it. "Water! It's a water container! Maybe there is a drain at the bottom."

She felt her way down and at the bottom was a lever to drain water out into a cup. She put her mouth below it and drank liberally. She was so thirsty that she could care less about the quality of it. After drinking her fill she let the water run over her face and hands to at least get some of the sand off her. "Too bad I can't just dump this on me. If I knew I'd get more, I'd do it in a hearbeat."

Exasperated, Kyra ran her hands through her hair. "Fuck! What kind of pile of shit have I rolled in this time? Don't stress and think.What do we know girl? You're in a gym. He's left you with water but no lights. Question is this; are you on the ground or are you airborne? I've got to find a control panel. Every room has one if this is a ship. Slow and steady. Wall…corner. Wall...DOOR!"

She felt along the door and from her side, it was completely flat. "It's a sliding door. I'm in a ship. Now where's the fucking control panel? YES!" She felt the keypad and none of the keys felt particularly worn. "It's almost new. I wonder if I can pop the face off." She tugged at the corners and it wouldn't open. Then she felt around the edges. "Nothing…I can't budge it. Dammit!" She hit the padded wall to the right of the control panel and then sunk to the floor.

"If this is a gym…where is the equipment? Has to be something. He can't be so smart that he though of every fucking detail. No merc is that intelligent." Kyra spent the next ten minutes feeling her way around the entire room. There was nothing except for the bench and water container. The water container weighed too much to move so she couldn't use the bench at all unless she wanted to dump the water.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" She felt her way back to the door and then stopped. "Footsteps." She dropped to the floor and pretended to still be unconscious. She heard the door unlock but no keypad tones. Who the hell is he? He's thought of everything. Footsteps, he's coming closer. He's stopped.

Her hair had been up in a ponytail but when she was attacked half of it had escaped. She felt fingers moving her hair back off her face. Remain still. Why is he doing this? He hasn't turned on the lights so it isn't like he can see anything.

The feet moved away but did not leave the room. The next thing she felt was cold water thrown on her and she bolted upright sputtering, then she heard his voice. "Wake the fuck up sleeping beauty." It was low and disturbingly menacing.

I'm not about to back down from this bastard. "A simple nudge to my shoulder would have gotten you the same result."

She heard a smug laugh. "I like my way better. Much more entertaining."

"Simple minds, simple pleasures." She was hit with water again. "What the fuck was that for?"

He's moving but he's so quiet…I can't follow him.

"Someone in your position should learn to show some respect."

Son of a bitch! She stood up to show that she wasn't backing down.

"Someone in your position can GO to FUCKING HELL!" She felt her feet being pushed out from under her and she caught herself before falling and stood back up.

Kyra crossed her arms over her chest. "Why don't we just get down to it then? What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Not gonna be that easy. I haven't had my fun yet."

"Fun? If you think I'm going to cower at your feet, you'll have to wait until hell fucking freezes over." Her legs were pushed out from under her, this time completely, and she landed on her knees.

"Lights." She was temporarily blinded and then she looked in front of her and saw his feet. "Lights off. Looks like hell froze a little earlier than you thought, huh Kyra."

She tried to attack him aiming for his crotch. She ended up being picked up and slammed into a padded wall. His body was pressed firmly against hers, he had an arm under her neck and another wedged between her legs picking her up off the floor.

Kyra felt his breath at her throat and then felt the contact of his skin against her neck and she flinched. "Saltwater and sweat? Mmmm. Sexy."

Mother fucker! "Sorry, you're not my type."

"I wonder. You haven't even had a good look at me. Pretty quick to judge without examining the goods." She could feel his lips moving against her neck when he spoke and it made her even more angry.

"If you're going to rape me, then do it. It wouldn't be the first fucking time a pig took what he wanted. I promise you it won't be nearly as satisfying as you may hope. I've been through it enough times that I've learned to just lay there, take it, and throw up."

Raped more than once? She's jerking my chain. "Rape? Never been my style. Besides, if I wanted you, it wouldn't take much to have you begging me for it. No, this is all about you learning some respect. I don't need to rape you to teach that lesson."

Beg you for it? What a fucking ego. How about if I throw up on you?

"Then out of respect for you, I highly suggest that you put me down and step away. I think I'm going to be sick." He dropped her quickly and she fell to the floor pretending to have dry heaves. She rolled to her side, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and closed her eyes. "You can go now."

Surprisingly, he left her alone. In her struggle to stay calm and not show fear she had not even listened closely to his voice. Had she done so, she might have begun to recognize her captor immediately.

She went back to the water and drank some more then curled up in a ball. Silent tears ran down her face. "Stop it! That's just what the fuck wants. Stay strong." It took her a while, but finally sleep overtook her.

Riddick went back to his own room and thought about her. He had his head in his hands. "Dammit! I don't fucking like this but I have to get Jack back. Can't play nice and hope she'll do what I need. She is a hell of a lot tougher than I thought though. Just wondering how much of it is bullshit. No matter. I'll get what I want in the end. Always do."

She had no idea how long it had been but she felt like she had not slept at all. She got up and tried the lights again but nothing worked. She felt for the door and banged on it. After five minutes she heard footsteps and the door opened. The hallway was dimly lit and she could see his silhouette. She was 5'7 and he was clearly taller than her by a bit and from what she could see, built like a tank. No question about that remembering how he had body slammed her on the beach. She could tell he had muscles from the outline of his arms. That and it looked like he had very short hair. He just stood there blocking the door and said nothing.

She stood facing him. "I need to use the bathroom." His form moved away from the door and then the hallway lights went black. She walked out not knowing where he was. He had been behind her and he grabbed her arm leading her in the right direction. After walking a little she heard another door open and he pushed her in the room and shut the door.

"Lights." They came on and she got her first look in the mirror. She looked like hell and it scared her. Her t-shirt had been torn in several placed but her jogging bra top underneath was intact and the lycra ankle length leggings had rips in them, too. She looked at her arms, stomach, and back. She wore the proof of the beating she took. Don't fucking break down. This is nothing compared to what Janus's men did. She washed herself up as best she could then began to search the bathroom.

Got to find something in here. Fuck! He's wiped everything out. There's nothing except for some soap and shampoo. She had thought of taking a shower while she was in there until she heard him banging on the door. Leaving the light and solitude of the bathroom was the last thing she wanted to do but she knew he'd come in after her regardless so she knocked on the door to be let out.

The lights went out in the bathroom and the door opened. She knew he was standing right in front of her but with the lights out she couldn't see anything. He grabbed her upper arm and escorted her back to the gym using the keypad to open the door.

She held herself back before going in. Don't be sarcastic. "I just wanted to know if you're going to bring food." He shoved her in saying nothing. "You went to a lot of trouble to get to me. I'm no good to you if I'm dead."

"That's yet to be decided." He shut the door on her and left.

Her stomach growling she kicked the door as hard as she could. "I'm so hungry, I can't think. Sit ups. I hate them but there's a bench and I need to stay occupied. Maybe it will take my mind of my stomach." After doing thirty she quit. Her hunger wasn't any better and she was tired. "I just need to sleep if he isn't coming back."

She woke up after a while and felt more rested but starving worse than before. She went to the door to see if she could do anything with the panel. "Footsteps." She sat back on the floor facing the door as it opened.

"Gee honey, back so soon?" She winced and clamped her mouth shut knowing it had been a mistake.. Dammit Kyra keep your fucking mouth closed. She could tell by the outline of his shape that he had turned around to leave. "Wait…" He stopped. "Why did you come back?"

He turned back around. "You've got two choices. Keep that fucking mouth of yours in line and eat or be a cocky bitch and go hungry."

Cocky bitch? You can do this…food, think about the food. "Ok."

"OK?"

"I'll be a cocky bitch when you aren't around." He walked over to her and grabbed her uninjured wrist and spun her around pinning it behind her back in a vise grip. His other hand grabbed her around the neck and he walked her out of the room. All of the lights were off. This freak doesn't like lights. He's got to be wearing some kind of night vision glasses or goggles. Either that or he's got a fucking shine job but I haven't seen silver eyes so that's not it. He led her to a room. She smelled food. Thank God, food!

He took her wrist and tied a length of rope around it and then tied it snugly to what she discovered was a table. He had tied it to a crossbar under the table and it was just short enough that she would not be able to sit in a chair. Then she felt pressure on her shoulders and he shoved her to the floor.

Stay calm…eat, then get pissed off. She heard him put a bowl of food on the floor in front of her and didn't give her any utensils. He's treating me like an animal, trying to degrade me. She picked up the bowl and put it on top of the table. I'm not about to play this his way. Feeling around, she found a chair behind her and drug it around to face her and then put the bowl on the chair. If I can't sit and eat, I'll eat on the freaking chair.

She picked up a finger full and took a bite and almost panicked. What is this? Fish! I'm allergic to this! "I-." She stopped before saying anything more out loud. I can use this… If I get sick, he'll have to do something, then maybe I can use it to my advantage. Bon Appétit baby.

"I was wondering where we're headed."

"Away."

"You attacked me Monday evening. Can you tell me what day it is?"

"Tuesday night."

"Twenty-four hours. Are you taking me to a slam?"

"No."

"Can I at least know who the hell I'm talking to then?

"No."

"Can you speak in sentences with more than one word?" She felt her bowl being tugged and she grabbed it. "I'm sorry…I'm just…frustrated." She stuffed her mouth with food before he could take it from her. If I ever get the chance to kill this fucker…

"Drink." He put a mug down in front of her on the floor. Enjoy your meal Kyra. It will be the last one you get until you tell me what I need to know.

She took a sip. Beer. Never tasted so good. She finished her food and then her beer and put her cup and the bowl on top of the table and sat there saying nothing. In about two hours, she would come down with a high fever and develop painful red patches on her neck and chest. If the reaction was bad enough, breathing would become slightly difficult. It had never been worse than that any time she accidentally ate fish.

Back in the gym and two hours later, she felt hot. She could feel the patches already developing and her skin was burning from them. She took off her tattered t-shirt trying to relieve her skin of some discomfort. "This better do some good."

She felt like another hour had passed and her symptoms grew worse. "My chest is tight. I can barely breathe. It's never been this bad. I hope this wasn't for nothing." She closed her eyes and felt a spasm hit her body. She passed out not much longer after that.

He came into the gym about three and half hours after she ate the fish ready to interrogate her. She was on the floor. This shit is getting old. I know she's not asleep. He walked over and nudged her with his foot. No reaction. Fine, water it is. He filled a cup of water and splashed her with it and there was absolutely no reaction from her. What the hell? He leaned down and touched her arm. She's fucking hot as hell. He felt her forehead and it was the same. "Lights low." The lights came on and that's when he saw the red welt-looking marks on her neck and chest. Her breathing was very shallow. He picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the room to the med bay. Before he put her down, her body convulsed. She's not faking this.

"Analyze vitals and report."

"Scanning patient now. Shallow breathing, reporting fever of 103 degrees, involuntary convulsions, severe efflorescence of the skin in upper torsoe, and dehydration."

"Diagnosis."

"Patient is suffering from anaphylaxis."

"Define."

"Hypersensitivity to a foreign substance resulting in hypersensitivity reaction. High probability of anaphylactic shock based on degree of exposure to substance. Can be fatal if not treated."

"Treatment."

"Epinephrine injection, immediate immersion in cold water to reduce fever, administer IV for dehydration."

He busily went to work following the first treatment protocol. Her breathing immediately improved and the convulsions all but stopped.

"I don't have a tub to put her in." He spoke to the med assist computer. "Options for immersion in cold water?"

"Cold shower or laying patient in bed of ice. Apply temperature patch to patient's arm to monitor fever level. Remove patient from treatment when body temperature reaches 100 degrees."

"Cold shower it is." He carried her to the shower and turned on the water. Taking a look at her sports bra top and leggings he groaned. The pants have to come off or I'll be in here forever with her trying to get her fever down. He stripped her to her sports bra and underwear then looked at the shower. "No fucking way she can stand, can't just let her lay there either." He stripped himself down to his briefs and carried her into the shower. "Fuck! This is cold." He stood with her, holding her up against his body so the water hit her and he was shielded from a portion of it.

"You better be fucking worth this." After five minutes she convulsed in his arms again and she moved her head. "What are you down to?" He checked her arm. "102."

Kyra started to stir a little, her teeth chattering. She drew in a deep breath. "Cold." She could feel warmth behind her so she turned to her side and curled herself up against it. She had no idea where she was, that she was almost naked, and the man she vowed to kill was holding her against him wearing almost nothing himself.

He looked down at her when she moved and wished he had not. His body reacted to her despite his desire to see her as nothing but a prisoner. The fact that he had already known her quite intimately did not help matters either. "What the fuck is your temperature?...101. Time to turn you." He grabbed her shoulders and turned her body to face his. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her up. Her face was lying against his chest. He had turned her afraid that her back side was absorbing too much of his body heat. That and he wouldn't have to look at her if she was facing him.

Kyra felt the loss of heat as the cold water hit her back. She sucked in air and then felt warmth against the front of her body. Her arms were lying limp against her side but she was slowly becoming more lucid. "Cold…help me. Turn it off."

"Can't."

Kyra didn't understand who was talking to her. She was starting to panic and tried to pull away from him but he pulled her closer. Got to get away…too cold. She moved her arms up under his and tucked them against her body laying her hands flat against his chest.

"Let me go." She pushed and was able to back herself away for a moment before she was pulled back to the warmth. She felt arms around her back, holding her against the heat.

Can't take much more of this. Every time she moved and he had to pull her to him, his body reacted, making him even angrier. He was trying to hold her still so she would quit moving against him, which made him have to squeeze her tighter to him. He groaned and gritted his teeth. He checked her temperature. "100.5 About fucking time." Got to get her off me. He leaned forward and turned off the water then he got her out and grabbed some towels to wrap around her. He laid her down on the floor so he could get himself dry and change into dry clothes.

When he returned to the bathroom, she had curled herself up into a tight ball and was shaking. Her eyes were partially open. He leaned down to pick her up and she fought him.

"No! Get away! Don't fucking touch me! Got to get out…can't stay here." She sat up and scooted herself into an upright position and moved back against the wall.

Looks like she's hallucinating or dreaming. "Kyra."

She snapped her head towards his voice. "I'm Kyra."

"Yes, you are. I need to take you to the med bay. You need help." She had been shaking her head no.

"Can't stay here…got to get the fuck out of here, before he comes back." At that point she stood up, the towel dropping from her and she shoved at him and made her way out of the door.

"Fuck. Lights thirty percent. I can't have her hurting herself in the dark." He picked up the towel and followed her. She stumbled and fell against the hallway wall and stopped. She then picked herself up and moved again, walking like she was drunk until she got to the bridge of the ship. Keep it calm, she's not in her right mind. "Kyra. I need you to stop."

Kyra turned back around. Her teeth were chattering from the cold water running down from her wet hair. She looked terrified. "I'll kill them all. Every last bastard for what they did to me." Even though dripping wet, he could see the tears running down her cheeks. She backed her way to the pilot's chair.

What the fuck happened to her? Doesn't matter…she's standing in my way to Jack. Got to get her to calm down before she hurts herself. "Kyra, they aren't here. You're safe."

She let out an anguished cry. "Safe? I'll never be safe as long as he's alive." A spasm hit her body and she crumpled to the floor. He immediately went to her and wrapped the towel around her. He laid her down on the bed in med bay and she was screaming at him as he was restraining her. "You've got to let me go. He'll kill me. Then he'll kill him. I have to protect us both."

Love to know what she's talking about. Sounds like she's pissed off someone other than me. Bit off more than she could handle. He started the IV and then found a sedative and added it to the IV bag. She became less agitated but she was fighting it, trying to stay awake. Her temperature was still hovering at 101 despite her skin being ice cold. He rubbed her skin with the towel and covered her up with a dry one. He pulled her long hair out from underneath her and towel dried it so it wouldn't drip water.

Kyra looked at him. Really looked at him and in a momentarily lucid moment, she recognized him. "I hate you…for doing this to me." He looked at her. He couldn't tell if she was really seeing him or not.

"You don't say."

"I had to do it."

Can't tell if she's with it but she might be telling me something I need to know. "Do what?

"Kill him…kill her….kill me."

Her? Who the fuck is her?

"You killed her? Who is she?"

She started to cry and sobbed softly. "She had to go. Couldn't have her around anymore…too dangerous. They would always be after her…after me. They want him."

"Who is she? What did you do to her?"

Her eyes turned angry. "She's mine. She belongs to me and I can do whatever the fuck I want with her. I made her and I can get rid of her."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Who the fuck are you talking about?"

Her eyes then changed, full of worry. "Who do you want? Are you looking for her, too? You want him?"

"What is her name? Who is she?"

Her eyelids were incredibly heavy and she could barely keep them open. "Can't have her. I hid her…… where no one will….. think to look. They….think….she's dead. Not dead. Can't...have her. Jack...just hiding."

She closed her eyes. His hands were fisted and he was shaking from anger as he took a step back and sat down. "She does know where she is."

He got up and started pacing, remembering what she had said so he could try and piece it together "She had to do it…kill him, her, and herself? She was talking like she owned her. What the fuck did she mean when she said she made her? She said she didn't kill her…hid her somewhere. People think she's dead. She's not making any fucking sense but I'm getting answers…tomorrow."

He left the med bay and walked back to his room. He sat on his bed, head in his hands. "I'll find you Jack. I promise you. I'll find you and no one will be able to hurt you again."

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