Chapter 8
As Gillian ran up the stairs her eyes began to fill with tears. She couldn't figure out why he hated her so much. Running down the darkened hall she ran face first into a large form. Straightening up, she wiped at her eyes and sniffled. "You okay Gillian?" The dark figure said. "Jarvis, I didn't see you." She said in a startled voice. "I wouldn't be good at what I do if you did." He said simply. She gave an uneasy laugh; he noticed that her eyes were a little red. "Don't be afraid of him Gill, He won't hurt you." He said in a calming voice. Looking up at him more, she didn't argue with him, she knew he meant well. "Gill, don't worry. Remember you got family here now." He said. His kindness made her want to cry. She'd never known people to be so compassionate; then again she'd known people be just as mean as Riddick was to her also. Thinking of his treatment and the love everyone else had shown her made her break down. Crying out, Jarvis quickly took her into his arms. Jarvis hated to see a woman cry. If it were up to him he'd take all her pain away. She was way to nice and beautiful to be treated like shit by Riddick. Suddenly a deep voice came at them like sharp knives, "Take your fuckin hands off my wife!" Riddick marked each word as if he were to catch afire at any second. They both let go of each other and quickly went on either side of the hallway. "What were you doin Jarvis? I dismissed you 3 hours ago." "I was guarding her, like you told me to." Jarvis said calmly. "Well you can leave. And if you ever touch her again, I'll kill you Jarvis." Riddick said in an equally calm voice. Jarvis then hurried to the stairs, leaving only Gillian and Riddick in the hall.
Going to the bedroom door he looked back at her and said, "Inside." Gillian pushed off of the wall shaking. Never letting her eyes leave her foots as the walked into room. Once away from the proximity of the opening, she felt better, and she moved to the central of the room, head held high this time. Once in he said, "Lights dim." She knew what was next; she had to endure those terrifying eyes. Like a tiger about to pounce, he stood over her like her guardian angel, but way to sinister to be the devil himself. "If he did anything else while I was gone, I'll kill you both," he promised, his voice a harsh bark. She then looked at him with shock. His gaze never left her, shining and probing and not believing the innocent scent she was giving off. He let an evil grin spread across his face, "I don't think you understand the true dangers of being alone with a man, do you? Of course not." She backed away from him. "We were only talking! You told him to watch me, you don't trust one of your own men!" she squealed. "Hell no! I trust no one when it comes to you!" riddick growled as he backed across the floor. That's when it all came to light for Gillian. "Your jealous huh?" He flinched, didn't say deny a word of it. "You're mine Gillian. You're mine, body and soul, and you better remember that!" he warned. He turned away; the pain in his stomach began to flare up once more. Less than a minute passed before she finally spoke up again. "I can make something for that." She said, referring to his upset stomach. "My grandmother was a herbal healer and...." "I don't want anything from you or your grandmother!" He sapped. "Oh c'mon, I'm only tryin to help." "Shut up." He said evenly as he turned to her. "I know you'd give your right eye to slip me something but believe me it'll be a cold day in hell before I take something from you." Her mouth popped open as to say something but the hurt of his words consumed her. She chilled and wrapped her arms around herself. 'Funny, it seems cold enough right here. Maybe this is hell and it's frozen over.' She thought. "Now listen, I'm gonna make it perfectly clear what your job is around here. From now on, you listen to me and only me. What I say goes, when I tell you to do something I expect it to already been done." He looks her up and down, and then he moves closer and sniffs her, she gasps a little. "I can smell him on you. As my wife I want you to bathe atleast 3 times a day. You will make sure my every need is met, from making sure I'm comfortable at night to bringing me my coffee in the mornings. In effect Gillian, you're my slave." "Slave?" Gillian choked. "You're insane, this is Lanka 3 not Earth." "Is that right?" he said circling her. "Yeah, that's right." He voice began to break. Standing directly behind her he leaned in to take a whiff of her hair. Was that a moan she heard? "Take your hair down." He whispered in her ear. Gillian turned to look at him, "What?" She gasped. "Let your hair down, I wana see it. Then I want you to take your bath, in front of me." He whispered. Okay, now she knew he was insane. Did he think she was going to just take her clothes off and let him gawk at her? She started to panic, and shake. Frowning he said, "Have you been raped?" Startled by the question she quickly answered 'no'. Looking at him, she could see that he was still waiting on a better answer. "I was a servant once before," she continued. "It was a hard life, but the worst part was when my employer would.touch Me." She said quietly. "He would back me into the corner and squeeze and probe me. Then he would talk dirty. He would take off his pants the rub his little dick on my leg." Before she could say anything else Riddick pushed her roughly up against a vacant wall. He took her face in his hands and made her look at him. She closed her eyes but he wasn't having that, "Open your eyes!" he rasped. "What's his name?" Riddick demanded. "O-Oliver T-Tenders, he's on New Mecca." He dropped his arms and whirled away. Walking over to the phone he picked up the receiver and pressed a button. "Yeah, I want someone to get my ship ready, I'm leaving tonight." "What are doing?" "I'm leaving, he's as good as dead." She pushed herself off the wall and ran to him, "Riddick don't!" "What?" "I don't want you to kill him, I mean yeah he hurt me, but I don't want his death over my head." "It won't, it'll be over mine." He said as he turned to leave again. "Damn it Riddick! Why is always black or white with you and never gray?" Riddick stood in front of her now. Their eyes met, hers stunned, his blazing, and then he slowly let his stare fall to her fingers, where they rested on his sleeve. Almost immediately, he thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, and Gillian shuddered with the power of it. His knee pushed between her thighs. Opening her mouth more, she returned his kiss, sending her tongue swirling to meet his, and Riddick grunted in approval. His hands moved over her shoulders and arms and along her waist. "Where did he touch you?" Riddick moaned against her lips. Taking his hand she dragged his hand over her chest and slipped it in her top. He swallowed hard. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a muffled voice called to them. "Sir, your ship is ready." Pulling back he looked at her with a stunned expression. She gave him a pleading look. He ignored it and ran out of the door. Leaving her there. Hot and bothered.
As Gillian ran up the stairs her eyes began to fill with tears. She couldn't figure out why he hated her so much. Running down the darkened hall she ran face first into a large form. Straightening up, she wiped at her eyes and sniffled. "You okay Gillian?" The dark figure said. "Jarvis, I didn't see you." She said in a startled voice. "I wouldn't be good at what I do if you did." He said simply. She gave an uneasy laugh; he noticed that her eyes were a little red. "Don't be afraid of him Gill, He won't hurt you." He said in a calming voice. Looking up at him more, she didn't argue with him, she knew he meant well. "Gill, don't worry. Remember you got family here now." He said. His kindness made her want to cry. She'd never known people to be so compassionate; then again she'd known people be just as mean as Riddick was to her also. Thinking of his treatment and the love everyone else had shown her made her break down. Crying out, Jarvis quickly took her into his arms. Jarvis hated to see a woman cry. If it were up to him he'd take all her pain away. She was way to nice and beautiful to be treated like shit by Riddick. Suddenly a deep voice came at them like sharp knives, "Take your fuckin hands off my wife!" Riddick marked each word as if he were to catch afire at any second. They both let go of each other and quickly went on either side of the hallway. "What were you doin Jarvis? I dismissed you 3 hours ago." "I was guarding her, like you told me to." Jarvis said calmly. "Well you can leave. And if you ever touch her again, I'll kill you Jarvis." Riddick said in an equally calm voice. Jarvis then hurried to the stairs, leaving only Gillian and Riddick in the hall.
Going to the bedroom door he looked back at her and said, "Inside." Gillian pushed off of the wall shaking. Never letting her eyes leave her foots as the walked into room. Once away from the proximity of the opening, she felt better, and she moved to the central of the room, head held high this time. Once in he said, "Lights dim." She knew what was next; she had to endure those terrifying eyes. Like a tiger about to pounce, he stood over her like her guardian angel, but way to sinister to be the devil himself. "If he did anything else while I was gone, I'll kill you both," he promised, his voice a harsh bark. She then looked at him with shock. His gaze never left her, shining and probing and not believing the innocent scent she was giving off. He let an evil grin spread across his face, "I don't think you understand the true dangers of being alone with a man, do you? Of course not." She backed away from him. "We were only talking! You told him to watch me, you don't trust one of your own men!" she squealed. "Hell no! I trust no one when it comes to you!" riddick growled as he backed across the floor. That's when it all came to light for Gillian. "Your jealous huh?" He flinched, didn't say deny a word of it. "You're mine Gillian. You're mine, body and soul, and you better remember that!" he warned. He turned away; the pain in his stomach began to flare up once more. Less than a minute passed before she finally spoke up again. "I can make something for that." She said, referring to his upset stomach. "My grandmother was a herbal healer and...." "I don't want anything from you or your grandmother!" He sapped. "Oh c'mon, I'm only tryin to help." "Shut up." He said evenly as he turned to her. "I know you'd give your right eye to slip me something but believe me it'll be a cold day in hell before I take something from you." Her mouth popped open as to say something but the hurt of his words consumed her. She chilled and wrapped her arms around herself. 'Funny, it seems cold enough right here. Maybe this is hell and it's frozen over.' She thought. "Now listen, I'm gonna make it perfectly clear what your job is around here. From now on, you listen to me and only me. What I say goes, when I tell you to do something I expect it to already been done." He looks her up and down, and then he moves closer and sniffs her, she gasps a little. "I can smell him on you. As my wife I want you to bathe atleast 3 times a day. You will make sure my every need is met, from making sure I'm comfortable at night to bringing me my coffee in the mornings. In effect Gillian, you're my slave." "Slave?" Gillian choked. "You're insane, this is Lanka 3 not Earth." "Is that right?" he said circling her. "Yeah, that's right." He voice began to break. Standing directly behind her he leaned in to take a whiff of her hair. Was that a moan she heard? "Take your hair down." He whispered in her ear. Gillian turned to look at him, "What?" She gasped. "Let your hair down, I wana see it. Then I want you to take your bath, in front of me." He whispered. Okay, now she knew he was insane. Did he think she was going to just take her clothes off and let him gawk at her? She started to panic, and shake. Frowning he said, "Have you been raped?" Startled by the question she quickly answered 'no'. Looking at him, she could see that he was still waiting on a better answer. "I was a servant once before," she continued. "It was a hard life, but the worst part was when my employer would.touch Me." She said quietly. "He would back me into the corner and squeeze and probe me. Then he would talk dirty. He would take off his pants the rub his little dick on my leg." Before she could say anything else Riddick pushed her roughly up against a vacant wall. He took her face in his hands and made her look at him. She closed her eyes but he wasn't having that, "Open your eyes!" he rasped. "What's his name?" Riddick demanded. "O-Oliver T-Tenders, he's on New Mecca." He dropped his arms and whirled away. Walking over to the phone he picked up the receiver and pressed a button. "Yeah, I want someone to get my ship ready, I'm leaving tonight." "What are doing?" "I'm leaving, he's as good as dead." She pushed herself off the wall and ran to him, "Riddick don't!" "What?" "I don't want you to kill him, I mean yeah he hurt me, but I don't want his death over my head." "It won't, it'll be over mine." He said as he turned to leave again. "Damn it Riddick! Why is always black or white with you and never gray?" Riddick stood in front of her now. Their eyes met, hers stunned, his blazing, and then he slowly let his stare fall to her fingers, where they rested on his sleeve. Almost immediately, he thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, and Gillian shuddered with the power of it. His knee pushed between her thighs. Opening her mouth more, she returned his kiss, sending her tongue swirling to meet his, and Riddick grunted in approval. His hands moved over her shoulders and arms and along her waist. "Where did he touch you?" Riddick moaned against her lips. Taking his hand she dragged his hand over her chest and slipped it in her top. He swallowed hard. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a muffled voice called to them. "Sir, your ship is ready." Pulling back he looked at her with a stunned expression. She gave him a pleading look. He ignored it and ran out of the door. Leaving her there. Hot and bothered.