Chapter 9
Gillian sat in the dining room just poking at her food. This was one of the rare times that she wasn't hungry. Riddick still hadn't come back and it made her nervous with each passing minute. Jack and Edna tried to make her feel better it didn't help at all. Jack came back into the dining room with a smile on her face and she said, "Guess who I found." Then Riddick stepped from behind her. Getting up she walked over to him and stopped a few feet from him. Curling her fingers into fists, she stood and said, "How could you?" "What tha hell are you talking about?" he snapped. "Oliver! What did you do to him?" "That's none of your business at this point! I think you've forgotten " He yelled back. "I'm no one's slave!" she shrieked, with that she grabbed a plate from the china cabinet and threw it at his head. It missed by millimeters but he didn't flinch, it only made him angrier. "Your askin for it Gillian!" Riddick warned. Just as she got another priceless plate to throw at him he lunged for her. She then got on the table, he watched in amazement as she lifted her long dress, giving him a nice view of her legs. "GILLIAN!" he shouted, "GET DOWN OR I'LL DRAG YOUR ASS DOWN!" When she ignored him then he gave chase to her. Heading her off he caught her. Gillian began to kick and scream as he tried to wrestle her down. "I OUTTA SCRATCH YOUR EYES OUT!" Jack at this point went to get Jean, but he was already making his way towards the commotion. "What is that?" He asked her. "It's Gill and Riddick." She said trying to hold back a smile. Walking into the dining room Jean saw Riddick throw Gillian over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes; this only made her kick and hit him more. "Stop that!" Riddick called over his shoulder. Jean and Jack came back into the room for a show. They sat in near by chairs, it wasn't until Jack said to Sara, "Now see, that's what you don't want to happen." Riddick turned and saw that they were watching them. Setting her down on the ground Jean and Jack began to laugh.
As soon as they were up in their room Gillian started, "You murdering bastard!" "Did I tell you that it's none of your business." He said as he turned to her, "But if you must know, I didn't kill him." She let out a sigh of relief. "I'm not so sure he's gonna wana live after what I did to him." He replied smugly. Her eyes went wild, "What do you mean?" "I mean, I took is 'livelihood' if you know what I mean." It took him everything not to burst into laughter. She didn't crack a smile. "Now that that conversation is over with I think it's time to remind you of a few things. First, you don't throw things at your husband. Second, you don't threaten him to scratch his eyes out ." "Maybe if I were treated like a wife and not a slave then I won't do such things." "A slave doesn't attack her master either!" "I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE!" "Yeah you are," he said as he moved closer to her. "You're mine and you do what I say!" Smelling her again he stood in front of her. Her chest was heaving up and down so fast from anger it was like her chest was about to explode. Looking her up and down he noticed that she was almost naked under the dress. It was a long sheer summer dress that clung to her just right. Looking up and her hair he noticed that it was up again. Reaching up he tried to take it down but she flinched and moved away. Walking back towards her slowly he soothed, "Lights dim. Take your hair down." Gillian gulped but she was too anger to let her fear consume her this time. "NO! You're not gonna intimidate me anymore!" She remembered a long time ago what her brother taught her: The only way to handle a bully is to call his bluff. Taking a deep breath that's what she did. She got on the bed and started taking her dress off. Riddick's eyes went wild, he wanted her and wanted her bad. "If you think raping will bring you the pleasure you want and the so called pain I deserve then go ahead." The comment slapped him dead in the face. He couldn't believe she thought that. She stood on the bed, naked. She looked so delicious, but he couldn't get her words out of his mind. It hurt him; it actually hurt him to know that she thought he would really rape her. Turning his back to her he said, "I wouldn't touch you if you were the last woman on earth and the only hope for procreation was based on the simple fact of us fucking." This time his words hurt her. She sunk to the bed and pulled the covers over her exposed body. Looking down she didn't hear him leave; the only thing that startled her was the slam of the door. Once again another night from her husband's touch.
Gillian sat in the dining room just poking at her food. This was one of the rare times that she wasn't hungry. Riddick still hadn't come back and it made her nervous with each passing minute. Jack and Edna tried to make her feel better it didn't help at all. Jack came back into the dining room with a smile on her face and she said, "Guess who I found." Then Riddick stepped from behind her. Getting up she walked over to him and stopped a few feet from him. Curling her fingers into fists, she stood and said, "How could you?" "What tha hell are you talking about?" he snapped. "Oliver! What did you do to him?" "That's none of your business at this point! I think you've forgotten " He yelled back. "I'm no one's slave!" she shrieked, with that she grabbed a plate from the china cabinet and threw it at his head. It missed by millimeters but he didn't flinch, it only made him angrier. "Your askin for it Gillian!" Riddick warned. Just as she got another priceless plate to throw at him he lunged for her. She then got on the table, he watched in amazement as she lifted her long dress, giving him a nice view of her legs. "GILLIAN!" he shouted, "GET DOWN OR I'LL DRAG YOUR ASS DOWN!" When she ignored him then he gave chase to her. Heading her off he caught her. Gillian began to kick and scream as he tried to wrestle her down. "I OUTTA SCRATCH YOUR EYES OUT!" Jack at this point went to get Jean, but he was already making his way towards the commotion. "What is that?" He asked her. "It's Gill and Riddick." She said trying to hold back a smile. Walking into the dining room Jean saw Riddick throw Gillian over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes; this only made her kick and hit him more. "Stop that!" Riddick called over his shoulder. Jean and Jack came back into the room for a show. They sat in near by chairs, it wasn't until Jack said to Sara, "Now see, that's what you don't want to happen." Riddick turned and saw that they were watching them. Setting her down on the ground Jean and Jack began to laugh.
As soon as they were up in their room Gillian started, "You murdering bastard!" "Did I tell you that it's none of your business." He said as he turned to her, "But if you must know, I didn't kill him." She let out a sigh of relief. "I'm not so sure he's gonna wana live after what I did to him." He replied smugly. Her eyes went wild, "What do you mean?" "I mean, I took is 'livelihood' if you know what I mean." It took him everything not to burst into laughter. She didn't crack a smile. "Now that that conversation is over with I think it's time to remind you of a few things. First, you don't throw things at your husband. Second, you don't threaten him to scratch his eyes out ." "Maybe if I were treated like a wife and not a slave then I won't do such things." "A slave doesn't attack her master either!" "I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE!" "Yeah you are," he said as he moved closer to her. "You're mine and you do what I say!" Smelling her again he stood in front of her. Her chest was heaving up and down so fast from anger it was like her chest was about to explode. Looking her up and down he noticed that she was almost naked under the dress. It was a long sheer summer dress that clung to her just right. Looking up and her hair he noticed that it was up again. Reaching up he tried to take it down but she flinched and moved away. Walking back towards her slowly he soothed, "Lights dim. Take your hair down." Gillian gulped but she was too anger to let her fear consume her this time. "NO! You're not gonna intimidate me anymore!" She remembered a long time ago what her brother taught her: The only way to handle a bully is to call his bluff. Taking a deep breath that's what she did. She got on the bed and started taking her dress off. Riddick's eyes went wild, he wanted her and wanted her bad. "If you think raping will bring you the pleasure you want and the so called pain I deserve then go ahead." The comment slapped him dead in the face. He couldn't believe she thought that. She stood on the bed, naked. She looked so delicious, but he couldn't get her words out of his mind. It hurt him; it actually hurt him to know that she thought he would really rape her. Turning his back to her he said, "I wouldn't touch you if you were the last woman on earth and the only hope for procreation was based on the simple fact of us fucking." This time his words hurt her. She sunk to the bed and pulled the covers over her exposed body. Looking down she didn't hear him leave; the only thing that startled her was the slam of the door. Once again another night from her husband's touch.