Jesus Christ!
Riddick weighed a ton. She could barely breath and it took every last once of strength to roll his inert body off of hers. Finally she got out from under and stood up next to the bed.
It was then that she noticed that he was nude. How she'd missed that when he was on top of her, she had no idea. Guess I was too busy trying to stay alive she figured as she took a moment to look him over.
He was as big as she'd remembered, with all the muscles in all the same places. Broad shoulders, heavy arms. His sculpted chest rose up and down as he breathed. Hmmm. Those abs weren't bad. Jack pulled the sheet down further and her mouth dropped open a bit.
Now, that was impressive! Too bad it belonged to such a murdering bastard.
She cuffed him and covered him in the sheet again. A quick hop back to her ship and she had him on a grav sled ready to transport. It wasn't easy but in about thirty minutes Riddick was firmly restrained in her holding cell and she was requesting lift off from the spaceport's tower.
Oh Fuck!
His head was killing him!
Where the hell ----? Immediately he realized that he was tied to something --- a wall. They were soft restraints with padding. The air was fresh and he could feel the gentle hum of the engines. He was alone.
Okay, on a ship. Not his ship. Probably a merc's. Albeit a very strange merc who used padded cuffs.
It came back to him in a flash of throbbing pain. Oh shit! The woman in his room. She'd had a knife and quite obviously something else.
He let his eyes open just a crack and saw that the lights were on real low. That probably won't continue he thought bitterly. His glasses must be long gone by now.
Bars. No, make that titanium bars with a hack proof computer-locking device. Just fucking great! He had to get caught by someone with half a brain this time. No macho wannabe for him to take down. This chick knew what she was doing.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He looked down and realized that she must have put his pants on him. Hmmm. Maybe the little girl was bothered by --- something she saw. Might be able to use that to his advantage.
A small cell with a toilet, sink and a bed. Again, rather nice accommodations for a merc to supply. Scanning the room further he spotted some of his things outside the bars. Boots, a pile of clothing and low and behold his glasses.
What the hell was going on here? This was getting more confusing by the second. No merc would bother bringing his shit for the ride to slam. Prisoners didn't get to keep their stuff. Even the stupidest merc knew that.
His concentration was broken as the door outside his cell slid open to reveal his mystery woman.
Okay Riddick, time to find out exactly what the fuck is going on.
Head down, he raised his eyes from under a thick brow to inspect what he'd begun to think of as his next victim. He didn't make a habit of torturing women but for this piece of work, he was planning on making an exception.
Long wavy hair, probably brown. Black form fitting spacer suit, very expensive. Good muscle tone under the suit, she probably worked out. Nothing else of interest except the tazer in her hand. Well, now he knew what had knocked him out. Where she'd had it hidden was anyone's guess.
Then he looked away, feigning disinterest. Come on pretty little fly, climb into my web.
Jack smiled slightly and moved into the room. This was typical Riddick behavior. Look bored, as if he's not paying attention until an opportunity to cut somebody's throat and escape appears. Not gonna happen today big guy!
"How do you like your accommodations?" She leaned against the wall next to the door and examined her nails.
He didn't respond.
"I imagine you're wondering what's going on here, eh?" She slid the tazer into a pocket and checked for hangnails on her left hand.
Nothing from Riddick.
"I know everyone thinks you died a long time ago, only I know that's not true. I know what you've been doing. I know who you've killed and I know you're going back to the slam to pay for it." Jack finished looking at her hands and clasped them behind her back.
Ha! Whatcha got to say about that Bad Ass?
He looked directly at her and she felt a small charge run through her body. Keeping herself completely relaxed she tilted her head to one side and smiled serenely at him.
Eyes glinting in the low light. "Seein' how as you know so much, then I guess I don't have to tell you that you're not gonna make back to the slam."
He paused and dragged his teeth over a full lower lip. "You ain't gonna make it anywhere little girl." His whispered rumble drifted through the bars and grabbed her attention completely.
She'd forgotten how intimidating he could be. "You think so, eh?" A quick recovery. Don't show him you're scared. She turned and walked out the door as slowly as she could force her feet to move, her heart pounding.
"I know so." Came the quiet reply just before the door whisked shut.
She leaned against the wall outside his cell. Oh man! That had not gone the way she'd planned. For some reason she'd thought he would have been easier to control once she had him tied up. Thinking back to the first time she had seen him in the wreckage of the ship on T2 Jack realized how stupid she'd been. Riddick had been nothing less than a king on his throne when Johns had strung his arms up with those unbreakable chains.
Breathe Jack! Just take it easy. Stick to the plan. He's the one in the cell and you're in charge. All you have to do is wear him down a little. He'll be begging for mercy soon enough. She took a deep lung full of air and pushed herself off the wall.
It took almost two hours for Riddick to work one hand out of the padded restraints and five minutes for him to get the remaining three off. He shook himself out and did a couple of stretches.
Bitch!
Was she planning on leaving him like that for the entire trip? Kinda pointless to give him a bed and shitter if she was gonna have him hanging off the wall.
He checked out the bars and the lock. Both were as tough as he'd thought and fortified with an electrical charge to keep him from touching them. Damn! Now what? Maybe if he asked real nice, she'd just open the door for him. He laughed quietly at that thought, the low sound rolling off the walls.
He was laying on the bed resting with his eyes closed when she finally returned. "I would have expected the Great Richard B. Riddick to get out of those simple restraints a lot faster. Apparently you're slipping in your old age."
He smiled to himself. Okay, this kid had some kind of an axe to grind. For a moment he considered that he might have Xed out her old man or something but that wasn't very likely. Most of his targets had been real anti-social scumbags. From the looks of this girl he could see she was educated and had money. Not running in the same circles with his crowd.
What the hell could she be out to prove?
He opened his eyes and saw that she had a tray in her hands. Dinner?
"I'm going to slide this in. Don't bother trying to get me through the bars. They're electrified." She leaned down and he moved cat-like towards the small opening next to the door.
Their eyes met and he realized that she had completely black lenses. Night vision! Ah, that's how she'd been able to move around in his room. He wondered what color her real eyes were. He was close enough to smell her now. Mmmm. Breathing her in.
Her hands pushed the plastic tray through the slot, careful not to touch the bars and he smiled wickedly. Not careful enough kid!
So fast that she didn't have time to blink, Riddick's thick arm snaked out and his hand wrapped around her neck pulling her to the bars and electrocuting both of them at the same time.
Shit! It hurt like a son of a bitch! He could feel his eyes rolling back in his head and finally let her go to pull his hand back away from the bars. He staggered around the cell for a few seconds trying to shake it off and then turned to look at her body lying on the ground outside.
"Should've kept me in the chains. Definitely should've stayed away from the cage girl." His voice rough from the pain. He grimaced and reached through the bars to drag her close enough to search for the key card. Each time his arm grazed the titanium and a jolt of power hit him, his teeth ground together and the furrow in his brow got deeper.
The card had been in her pocket. Finally, some luck he thought as he dragged her unconscious body into the cell. He thought about the cuffs on the wall but he'd mangled them pretty bad. Instead he stripped her out of the flight suit, tore it up and used it to tie her to the bed.
She was left in a T-shirt and shorts. Vulnerable like this, he knew she'd be worried about rape and it would probably be an effective way to get information out of her. Women could be a lot tougher than men if they had to be but they did have weak points.
Okay, check out the ship, take care of anyone else onboard and get headed in a safe direction.
Those were the priorities. "Then I'm comin' back for you bitch." He trailed a finger over her bare knee.
