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'Get in the car.' His voice was dark and filled with so much authority, I almost complied. Almost.
'I saw you fucking someone last night.' I watched how he tensed for a moment, his enormous body momentarily not moving, his hand placed firmly on the roof of the car.
'I will not repeat myself.' However he sounded terrifying, I was not going to fall for it so easily this time. I watched his face, the look he gave me was dark and dangerous, but I held my ground. It would probably be the last chance I got, trying to fight him off, before he took me to god knew where. Maybe I could get him to change his mind, maybe he would not want me if I became to difficult. I had to try.
'Why did you fuck someone else, if you forced me to come with you. Be yours.' My words sounded a lot more brave than I felt, but I owed it to myself. I watched him flex his muscular arms, pulling his hand away from the car. He slowly walked over towards me. He was always looking scary, and much too strong, but today he wore all black and that only made him seem that much more dangerous. I was just a few passes away from the car, really not sure if I had made the right decision yesterday. He seemed so large, so immensely strong. And here I was, trying to fight him every step of the way.
He walked towards me until he stood right before me, towering over my smaller frame. He licked his lips slowly, his eyes looking straight into mine.
'I fucked someone last night you say? Well I did. You should be thanking me for it.' I swallowed and wanted to move myself away from him, but he didn't let me. His hands quickly took hold of my upper arms. His grip was strong and firm, but not bruising. Yet. Whatever was going on in his mind, I was sure he would not be one of those guys who took being with someone so strict. He would not be faithful to me. Not that I cared, I just needed a way out of this arrangement. It was the live I was signing up for. And I already doubted my choice. Had it been worth it?
'Thank you for it?' My voice sounded smaller now, softer too. He grinned and bowed his head closer to mine.
'Yes, you should. Because it could have been you I was fucking last night, and yesterday I was not feeling like taking someone's innocence into consideration.' My breath hitched at seeing his grin grow wider, his eyes slowly moving down from my face towards my chest and even lower.
'That's what I thought. I will not ask you again to do as I say.' He released me slowly, taking one step back, his eyes back on mine, a clear warning in them. It was almost as if he wanted me to test him, to defy him. He seemed more than willing to force me to do anything he wanted of me. And I sure was thinking about running off. By the way his eyes watched me with that burning gaze, he knew. He knew I was weighing my chances to run away. And I had not even been with him for more than a few minutes. I swallowed and took a deep breath. I knew there was no turning back. A deal was made, lives were already depending on it. On me, to behave and listen to this monster. While I watched him place a large back in the trunk of the car I slowly walked towards the passenger door and got in. While I placed installed myself my mind drifted off to yesterday, where my free life had ended so abruptly.
The saloon had been quiet, making it the perfect place for me to read. I had been sitting there for the better part of the afternoon, when my uncle walked in and took a seat beside me. I only noticed his presence when he cleared his throat. I looked up and saw him sit next to me, a small smile around his lips.
'You seemed quite lost in that book of yours Aveline.' I smiled and closed the book swiftly, placing it next to me on the sofa.
'Yes it is very interesting, thank you for granting me the freedom to read your books.' My uncle smiled and nodded once. Since my parents had died in a car accident a few years ago, he had been the one to take me in. He had paid for my every need, sent me to the best schools and let me live under his roof. He had not been around much, flying all over the world for his job, but he had not ever failed to look out for me. Not once. I owed this man so much. Now I was turning twenty next month, I had finished school, I was working a part time job, saving money to travel the world myself. My uncle had always been the one to urge me to see the world. To not settle. I was planning on following his words. But I noticed there was something different about the way he was sitting next to me today. His eyes seemed filled with some kind of worry, and pain. I wondered why.
'Aveline, I have always looked out for you and loved you like you were my own daughter.' I swallowed. What was he getting at?
'Yes you did, uncle. And I am so grateful for everything you have ever done for me.' He smiled and stretched his hand out to trace my cheek.
'I know you are, dear girl. You have grown to become quite a beautiful woman. Strong, lovely and very desirable. And not to mention, one who is very smart too.' He pulled his hand back and then stood from the sofa, pacing in front of me.
'Is there something wrong, uncle?' I asked him. His behaviour was so very out of the ordinary. What was going on?
'Aveline…. You know I always have been all over the world for my import business. I meet a lot of rich and influential people. Some more influential than others. Some more powerful and dangerous.' I started to feel uneasy now.
'What do you mean uncle, are you in trouble?' I asked, my voice on edge. He stopped pacing around and watched me.
'I have made a mistake last night and I do not know how to undo it. It involves one of my most precious assets in this life.' I watched him curiously. What asset was he referring to? His eyes seemed even more sad now, a lot of pain visible behind his blue eyes.
'You.'
Sitting in the car and waiting for the inescapable fact that he would join me and take me to wherever he wanted made me feel anxious, but I was determined to not show him how scared I actually was. Not yet. I had thought about taking place in the backseat, to create distance between us and to anger him, but that had been a little to much. While I tried to be as defying as I could, I was completely scared of him. I only hoped he didn't know that fact. Maybe he was not manhandling because he thought I would be even more defiant that way. Or he doesn't want you to run off, being the innocent girl you are, in his eyes. I shook my head trying to get that thought out of my head. He was a monster, everybody knew his name and quickly ran when they learned he would join any meeting, no matter how much money there was involved. And here I was, his to do with as he pleased for as long as he wanted me. I shuddered and almost yelped when loudly the trunk was closed and his heavy footsteps walked around the car. I expected him to step in the car, but instead of doing that he had walked up towards my door, kneeling down and knocking his knuckle against the window. I slowly rolled the window down, moving myself the slightest bit away from him.
'Take one long, good look at this house, Aveline. You will not return to it. Not as innocent as you are today, that is.' His loud chuckle made me turn my head away quickly, relieved he stood and walked away. I hated him. I hated my life and I hated my uncle for betraying me like he had. I now belonged to the devil himself and I knew he wasn't a good man. He was notorious among businessmen and feared too. The women he took always seemed more than willing, but a little afraid. He never let anyone spend the night. He only took pleasure. And now… I would have to live with him, for god knew how many weeks, months or years. Would I even make it through the night? I heard how he roughly opened the door on his side of the car and stepped in. I saw his enormous thighs for a moment before I looked away. Everything about him was muscular and intimidating. The oldtimer I sat in moved under his muscular weight and I wondered if he would be even more scary while he drove this classic, black car. He closed the door and started the engine. He backed us away from the driveway, his arm loosely on the back of my seat, showing me his strength as he flexed his arm, and then stopped the car. I was determined not to look at him. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing the fear in my eyes. I just couldn't. That would be my breaking point, I knew. Sadly for me, this man did not know any boundaries. I felt his fingers grip my chin firmly, turning my head to lock eyes with me.
'This will be a long, long drive. I will only warn you once. No running, no wandering off. The deal was made, and very clear. You are mine, for as long as I want you.' I pulled myself free, only to feel his hand in my hair, gripping my neck to keep my eyes on his.
'I like the fire in your eyes, it mixes so well with the fear present there.' He licked his lips and watched mine with hunger in his eyes.
'I cannot wait to find out all there is about you.' He chuckled as I struggled to get free. He released me slowly, not yet driving off, as if he hoped my uncle would watch us and see me struggle.
'I will enjoy breaking you in, in every way.' Those were the words that froze me and almost made me run. And he seemed to know it, enjoy it. He chuckled as I remained silent and turned my head away. It was then he started the car, and with a lot of force drove away from the safeplace that had betrayed me so deeply. I was trying to get my mind on other, more pleasant things, but sitting next to the most notorious and feared man in whole America had me under some sort of spell. I bit my lip not to let myself wander back to last night's events, but failed miserably.
'Uncle I don't understand. What is going on?' My voice sounded so unsure, but that was not important now. Not now my uncle was speaking in riddles and seemed more worried than I had even seen him. He always was in control, his success was build on his intelligence and wit. And now… He seemed so fragile, so unbalanced.
'Aveline, have you ever heard of, Richard Riddick?' I felt myself grow cold at hearing that name. Of course I knew of him. Luckily I had never met him. I was too young to have been on parties in the city that he would attend. But I knew girls who… Wanted to get a glimpse of him. Not to be seen by him, for he was far to dangerous for that, but he was a myth. A monster that truly lived among us. Even the police department was scared of this man. And the entire country knew.
'Of course, you warned me yourself- '
'Aveline, he will be here tonight.' I stood at hearing my uncle say that. What the hell was going on here?
'What? Why?' My uncles face grew white as he kneeled before me, taking my hands in his.
'He… I have been doing business with men around him. Never him, because I know of his reputation and I didn't want to get involved. But I was doing business with him, he used another name. He deceived me.' My mouth went dry. I knew Riddick was dangerous, but doing business could just go right too, right?
'Uncle I do not understand-'
'Aveline, he wanted to set me up, I was growing to big in his markets and he wanted me gone. Or at least under control. And he came up with the most effective way to keep me in line for years and years to come.' I watched my uncle before me, pain so visible in his eyes.
'Uncle, I really don't understand.' He licked his lips and looked away as he spoke his next words.
'He is coming for you.'
All I remembered of that evening that followed was that I had waited for the monster to come. I was afraid, terrified and so tense I could not talk to my uncle after he had explained Riddick had set him up and there was nothing to be done about it. I was not even getting any say in the matter. I knew the other outcome would be the death of my uncle. And maybe Riddick would than take me anyway. There was a deal made, one Riddick initiated and my uncle could do nothing to change Riddick's mind. He had wanted no money, not my uncle's business. He wanted me. When it had grown dark outside, Riddick came. Not alone. He came with an entire entourage. Hummers and cadillacs stood on our driveway, some of the most dangerous man in this country wandering into our house like they owned it. And maybe they did, I thought as I saw the power they held over my uncle. The party that was starting in the clean, neat halls and rooms of my uncle's house was frightening enough, but I was still in the saloon, waiting for my faith to be sealed. I didn't had to wait that long. My uncle had walked outside to meet Riddick, afraid to anger him. Trying to keep Riddick as happy as he could, because he feared the monster would harm or hurt me if he didn't. I wondered why he bothered. Riddick could hurt me any day in the weeks to come, after he had taken me with him.
I heard talking before I saw the people coming in the saloon. My uncle proceeded a few men, all looking scary. I saw bottles of beer and gin, and then the largest predator I had ever seen. Riddick had been the last to enter the saloon, but his presence was the most memorable and intimidating.
'You have been keeping her in her like the little princess she is, I see.' I heard the deepest voice I had ever heard say. I froze. I forced myself to stand, not wanting to meet this devil while sitting down.
'Riddick she… I only just told her.' My uncle's voice sounded so fragile. It was almost a shame to hear him use that begging tune.
'That changes nothing. I am a direct man. She will understand me perfectly.' I saw his grin and felt myself grow even colder than before. The other men in the room walked closer, watching the room, but mostly looking me. They licked their lips as they started to walked around the safe behind me and myself. I swallowed and took a step forwards. What could I do?
'She looks like a sweet little thing boss. Young but ripe.' I watched the man to my right who had spoken. He seemed dangerous enough, but Riddick was slowly walking closer, giving me a complete knew idea of the word dangerous.
'She does.' His voice was so inhumanly deep. A true monster. I felt fingers against my waist, one of the man behind me chuckled and then stepped away. I got angry.
'Hands off.' I warned. The men around me laughed. I noticed Riddick didn't.
'She's got claws too.' The comment was made by one of the men wandering the room. Riddick had grown silent. He walked until he stood right before me. His eyes so dark, I had trouble not breaking our eye contact. I watched his mouth turn into that grin once more.
'Feisty. Beautiful, innocent and feisty. Sounds like just the girl for me.' Riddick chuckled and the men around us laughed. He extended his hand to stroke my cheek, but I took a step back. Immediately two guys from the side grabbed me and held me still. Riddick's grin had vanished, but he seemed really interested now. I struggled to get free from the men but they were too strong. I heard my uncle say something but he was silenced quickly. I had no idea where my uncle was standing because the only thing I saw at that moment was Riddick. He stepped closer and slowly let his fingers feel my skin. He touched my cheek, my neck. And I even felt his fingers go over my collarbone and under the line of my shirt. I swallowed and then struggled once more, quite fiercely.
'Your name.' It was not a question, he demanded that I would tell him. I swallowed. Maybe I could keep defying him, even when I couldn't move. Did I dare? I felt his fingers reach the cup of my bra, his warm fingers slipping beneath the material. He traced my nipple, but never broke the eye contact.
'I will not ask again.' He stroke me a few seconds more until he pinched my nipple. It was short lived but it startled and scared me, and it hurt enough.
'Fuck.' His mouth turned into a small grin as he moved his fingers towards my other breast. I understood his game.
'Aveline.' He still let his fingers roam over my other breast and I was just waiting for him to hurt me more. But he never did. He slowly pulled his hand from my shirt stroking my cheek again.
'A beautiful name, for an exquisite woman.' I was released as soon as Riddick unhandled me and he turned to walk towards my uncle.
'Pack some of her things, one bag will suffice. We will take your invitation to stay the night here and leave first thing in the morning.' I saw my uncle swallowed hard and he looked more sad than I had ever seen him. Riddick almost walked out of the room, before he turned and looked around once more.
'She remains untouched, on pain of death for the one who dares to touch what belongs to me.'
I shook my head trying to block the image of last night. I really didn't want to think about it anymore. He had touched me where no one had ever touched me before and embarrassed me and my uncle with the liberties had took.
He had almost destroyed the house with the wild party that followed. Women were called in for the men and the monster himself. I had walked past my uncle's bedroom, only to see Riddick laying on his back, his body naked while a red haired woman was on top of him, riding him fiercely. His eyes had not once been on the woman, but found mine instantly. There was no smile to be seen, not even a grin. But those dark eyes had told me all I never wanted to know. He was taking me with him tomorrow, and with the bad luck I was experiencing lately, I would soon be the next he would take to his bed. And by the way he eyed me, It would not be pleasant for me at all.
Anxiously I sat in the passenger seat, unsure what to do with myself and the tension I was feeling. Riddick had turned on some music. Not loud enough the be bothering, but loud enough so the silence was not becoming too much. One of his hands was on the steering wheel, the other resting on his broad thigh. It was as if he was completely comfortable, even without his entourage who had left the house before Riddick had. How nice it must be to be so sure of yourself and so intimidating. Was there even a man alive that did dare to stood up against him? I swallowed and leaned my head against the window. I really wanted to cry. I felt so tiny and scared. But I had cried so much last night in bed, that I was not even capable of shedding anymore tears. That I had fallen asleep last night had been a miracle in itself. But when morning came I was rudely woken and forced to join Riddick outside. Riddick's threat to his men had been suffice. No one had dared to enter my room. I was not bothered by anyone. I sighed, maybe if anyone had he wouldn't have wanted me anymore?
A warm, large hand on my upper thigh instantly got my attention. I tensed all over and watched the enormous man beside me.
'Lost in thought, Aveline?' It sounded almost as a growl, but because I was sitting so close to him, I understood him perfectly. Unlike I was expecting, he didn't release my thigh when I watched him. No, on the contrary even. He moved it up a little bit more. Making me grip his hand with mine to stop him. It was as if my hand on his was not even there at all. He pinched my thigh and grinned. He let his hand move towards the inside of my thigh and in that moment I was so glad I was wearing jeans instead of a skirt or dress.
'Such a delicious warm spot, the place between a woman's legs.' Another growl, one that scared me more. Was he seriously going to molest me while driving? I knew it would not help me to tell him to stop or scream or whatever. He made that much clear. I did kept my legs closely together, hoping it would bother him enough to stop. But of course it didn't. He roughly pulled my legs apart with that single hand, his eyes daring me to protest of shut them once more.
I felt his finger on my clothed crotch, slowly tracing circles there as I moved a bit in discomfort. Even through the material of my jeans I felt the heat of his fingers and I hated it. He grinned and then pulled his hand back, chuckling when I quickly closed my legs again and moved away, not watching him anymore.
'Ripe enough to be picked.' I didn't reply at all and stared outside. He would hurt me, rape me and then hopefully grow tired of me so I could return to my life. If only life would be so kind to me.