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CH. 4 -- Alone -
They were alone now. He looked at her. "Miss Baxter! Please come closer! Don't be afraid," said Riddick in a sensual, amused voice. She approached and now she was standing so near, seated just in front of her. He slowly lifted his head up; his eyes slid all along her body, making her shiver, until he met those of Stephanie and remained still. A shine passed in his eyes for a second. "Where did they hurt you?" Stephanie asked firmly, staring at him. He was still looking at her, like he was thinking of what to do, then he turned his head to the right. "Back, shoulder, left side," he said without looking at her. For a moment she thought he was kidding her, then she forced herself very near to him. He was so big, looked so strong. She could feel his warmth, his scent. Then she leaned over his left shoulder, she had to. She started to touch his skin to verify the size of the injury. He'd been hit with something metal like a little lance, a small part of it broke, and a splinter got stuck into the shoulder, fortunately it was very small. "I have to go and find something to treat you. You have a splinter in your shoulder and you're still bleeding. I'll be back in a while," Stephanie said and went away. She came back in less than five minutes. He was still there: his eyes closed, his head down. She stopped for a moment to watch him, was he asleep? Then with an uncertain step, she came near him. "You're back," said Riddick, his eyes still closed. "I promised you." She leaned over and started to bandage him. "Mmh! You smell so good, Miss Baxter," said Riddick, with his husky voice, smelling her hair that caressed his face. He was dangerously near to Stephanie's face. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek, a chill spread along her spine. He was observing her figure. She could feel it without turning her head. "Doctor of what," asked Riddick continuing a one- sided discussion between them.
"Veterinary medicine," she said hesitantly without stopping what she was doing. An ironic smile appeared on his face. "That says a lot about how they consider me". Something in his tone, made her stop and turn her head. He was staring at her as to check her reaction. He was so mesmerizing. His look was so unfathomable, deep, mysterious, and at the same time dangerous. she was incredibly attracted by him. Remember Stephanie! He is dangerous! But she couldn't move a muscle. She swallowed to regain her concentration. "I'm.there are no doctors here and." she stammered, still dressing his injury. She took a breath and then admitted with soft voice, "I was the only who wanted to help you." She was not looking at him, but was pretty sure he was now looking at her with interest. "Why?" Silence was his answer. "Why are you so interested in helping me?" Still didn't receive an answer. "You're not scared of me, are you Stephanie," this time his tone was resolute. It insisted on an answer. "Every human being in need, must be helped," answered Stephanie, avoiding his second question. "Should I be thankful to you for this?" Riddick inquired of her. She didn't answer and continued her work. She made a terrible mistake. She was playing his game. "Think I'll take you with me, if I can leave from this damn place, huh?" She didn't answer. "I bet they told you who I am. " Riddick taunted suggestively, "I'm a multiple murderer Stephanie, right?" She forced herself not to look at him, or answer. Her continued silence brought out the animal in him and suddenly, with a swift panther-like fast motion, Riddick caught Stephanie's hair with his left hand and immobilized her head. She was forced to look at his eyes. She widened her eyes in surprised fear. Riddick must be able to smell it. He was so damn near to her! She stopped to breathing. He was watching her eyes, her lips.she swallowed, and he smiled and looked at her eyes again. "With an quick twist of my hand, I could kill you breaking your neck. You wouldn't even notice it." his eyes sparkled, his voice was so deadly soft.she was paralysed with fear. Don't you show him your fear! Think of something fast! Think, Stephanie said mentally to herself. "Yes. You could. But I got a dagger in my right hand, direct to your shoulder. Yes you could try to kill me, but I could also hurt you badly," she threatened with a tone she hoped was the most convincing as possible. Naturally, she was bluffing. She truly had the small dagger pointed against his shoulder, but she would have never been able to hurt someone. She wasn't capable. He seemed to think about it for an interminable period, to Stephanie's mind, then with a lazy, amused smile his hand slowly loosened his grasp, she took a deep silent breath and started again to dress his injury, avoiding looking at him. "Brave woman," was his only reply, still with that damn lazy smile upon his face. "Do I think that you will kill me later," Stephanie asked without looking at him. "Yes. You might do it; and it'd be better by your hand, then to die from what killed Zeke. It was horrible." She paused for a moment, "I only hope I'll be the last one." She ended it with a deep breath and a sad smile on her face. It had cost a lot to tell him her fears, her thoughts. why had she told him? You must never tell your weakness to your enemy, thought Stephanie. He didn't reply. "There's only me, Jack and Fry who believe in your innocence. The others want you to die." "This should stop me," Riddick asked without looking at her. She stopped and looked at him. She knew if he had wanted he could have killed them all. He could have done it already, but he didn't do it. Why? Must be because all of them had more chance to find something to survive, then he did alone, she realized. She shook her head and spoke him, "Now. Here is the situation. I have to remove the splinter from your shoulder. It'll be very painful, and I don't have morphine. I'm sorry," She said apologetically, waiting for his reaction. He looked back at her seemingly not surprised at all. "Tell me when you'll be ready and I'll do it," continued Stephanie. "Take it away." With a deep breath Stephanie tried to be as fast and precise as she could. He didn't twitch, didn't make a sound. He had to be trained to endure the pain. This made her feel sad. "Done" she said once she had finished. "Now, I don't have tetanus injection and I don't know if everything was removed. So I'll leave your injury opened to let it the blood purge anything left inside, then.I'll have to cauterise it," she said standing up in front of him. It seemed not to interest him. "I'll have to come and disinfect your injury two or three times more before I close it." She was going to leave him alone when she stopped suddenly. "We'll have more chance to survive if we stay all together and help each other. You need me as well as I need you. You know it. That's why you won't kill me." He didn't answer, and she went out.
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She needed to breathe; she was trembling. It'd been hard to show her coldness. She tried to pant, but she couldn't; the air was so heavy and it was impossible. One hour later she went back to the ship to check out Riddick's condition. She entered the darkness of the ship. "Miss Baxter!" Riddick's voice reached her, causing her to give a slight start. Damn place! Her eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness inside. Finally, she saw him; he was staring at her with an amused look. "Please, come closer". She reached him. "I want to check your injury." Stupid Stephanie! You don't need to justify yourself! She leaned over and inspected his shoulder. It was better, still inflamed, but better. "You're doing better," Stephanie said. "Are you married Stephanie," he had leaned forward and was so near to her. "W-what?" she looked astonished. "I don't think is of any interest to you, Mr. Riddick". He looked amused at her answer. "Anyway." she paused, "I'm not married". Oh yes! Very good Stephanie! Why do you continue to play his game? Beware of him! She was becoming nervous. Oh please! Don't let him notice it! She felt him leaning closer, his mouth near her ear. "Am I scaring you.Stephanie," his voice murmured, almost a whisper. She stopped, lifted her head up and looked back at him. His face was a hairsbreadth away from hers. "My name.my eyes.do they scare you," he continued, looking deeply at her. She was mesmerized. He was so near to her. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. "No. Your eyes, don't scare me," Stephanie answered, slowly swallowing. She couldn't stop looking at him. "You know Stephanie," he continued with a low provoking tone, "Fear, like desire, causes some reactions in human beings.chemical reactions." "Pupils widen." his voice soft, sensual, like velvet seduced her. Without her noticing, he'd lifted his left hand up to her body, "little shivers cover your skin." his hand grazed her back so softly, almost without really touching it, and a jolt of electricity passed through her. She could feel the warmth of his hand, like it was burning her. It was all so dangerous.so exciting.She needed to run away from him, but she wasn't able. "The heart begins to race." she was mesmerized, "all your senses are aroused.the body is ready to feel, waiting, needing." His hand barely touched her right arm, "all kind of responses," then he grazed her breast covered by the thin t-shirt. She felt her body react violently. He lifted his hand up to her face and caressed her cheek with a finger, then ran it slowly to her lips. She half opened them under his delicate touch. She was completely under his power. His finger ran along her neck, than went down and with the back of his hand, he caressed her breast and she started a little as reaction. He chuckled. His lips came within millimetres of touching hers. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. She closed her eyes, because the sensations were too strong. She stretched out one hand and touched his chest, his muscles tightened. He hovered tantalizingly over her, just pecking her lips before pulling away. It was a torture. "D-don't." she tried to say. He silenced her by covering her mouth with his own, kissing her savagely, deeply, holding her head with his hand, he was almost hurting her. There was all emotions in his kiss: anger, revenge, passion, all exploding between them like a bomb. Suddenly they heard the sound of steps approaching. They pulled apart immediately, panting hard, both of them astonished by their reactions. Even he looked upset, but it was just for a moment, then he regained his usual control. His hand fell down and she started once again to disinfect his injury, like if nothing had happened between them. John, the merc, came inside the ship with a speedy walk. "How's he?" he asked Stephanie, like Riddick wasn't there. "He's better. We should wait a little longer to let his injury discharge and then cauterize it," she explained. "Ok, do it now. Close the wound. Do it fast," he ordered her. Riddick watched him and smiled wryly. Stephanie prepared everything, making the small dagger red hot. She turned herself toward Riddick. "I'll hurt you, a lot unfortunately, but this will close your wound and you'll not risk any infection." She bet he already knew this. "Oh! But that's not a problem for our prisoner, is it, Riddick," John taunted. "Don't worry, he's tough, right?" John said, this time looking at Stephanie. She didn't like him, not since the beginning. Riddick was just staring at him, not moving a muscle. She knew that if he had the opportunity, he would have killed him. She knew he got angry, she was sure of that. "When you're ready, I'll start," said Stephanie. "Close it," he murmured to her without removing his gaze from John, who had an irritating smile on his face. She started to close the wound trying to be fast, knew she was hurting him, but it was necessary. Riddick still didn't move a muscle, didn't issue a sound, never stopped staring at John, not for a moment, during all the Stephanie's work. Little by little John became worried, then nervous, because Riddick showed no reaction. "Done," said Stephanie at the end. "Quickly finish your work and get your ass out of here," John said curtly. She obeyed and when she finished, she stood up and left Riddick. He said nothing, like she had never existed, as if they had shared nothing.
What would he be done to him now, Stephanie thought, worried about Riddick. She walked out of the ship, but she decided to stay near it. She started to work with the group. Near by her was Jackie. "How is he?" She didn't need to say whom they were talking about, as it was obvious. "When I left him he was fine," answered Stephanie in a casual tone.
"What did John want?" "He wanted to talk with him, he ordered me to leave them alone," said Stephanie thoughtfully. The sound of a shot from the ship interrupted their conversation. They immediately looked at each other, terrified. What had happened? No one wanted to talk, or to move. After five minutes Riddick came out of the ship, safe and secure. Jackie saw him immediately. "He's alive," she said to Stephanie feeling relieved. Stephanie didn't move or turn her head to watch him only a silent gasp came from her lips. She continued to work, leaning forward on her knees, like nothing had happened. Caroline called to Jackie and she remained alone, doing her job. Suddenly she felt him. Not hearing him walk, but she just knew he was behind her. She continued, pretending not to notice, but her heart was beating faster. He didn't touch her, he just came near her and stood behind her, near enough to murmur in her ear in a low and determined voice, "I haven't finished with you." Stephanie stood petrified. A shiver spread through her body, her eyes widened. She turned her head to look back at him, but he was already far from her. She swallowed. What did it mean?
CH. 4 -- Alone -
They were alone now. He looked at her. "Miss Baxter! Please come closer! Don't be afraid," said Riddick in a sensual, amused voice. She approached and now she was standing so near, seated just in front of her. He slowly lifted his head up; his eyes slid all along her body, making her shiver, until he met those of Stephanie and remained still. A shine passed in his eyes for a second. "Where did they hurt you?" Stephanie asked firmly, staring at him. He was still looking at her, like he was thinking of what to do, then he turned his head to the right. "Back, shoulder, left side," he said without looking at her. For a moment she thought he was kidding her, then she forced herself very near to him. He was so big, looked so strong. She could feel his warmth, his scent. Then she leaned over his left shoulder, she had to. She started to touch his skin to verify the size of the injury. He'd been hit with something metal like a little lance, a small part of it broke, and a splinter got stuck into the shoulder, fortunately it was very small. "I have to go and find something to treat you. You have a splinter in your shoulder and you're still bleeding. I'll be back in a while," Stephanie said and went away. She came back in less than five minutes. He was still there: his eyes closed, his head down. She stopped for a moment to watch him, was he asleep? Then with an uncertain step, she came near him. "You're back," said Riddick, his eyes still closed. "I promised you." She leaned over and started to bandage him. "Mmh! You smell so good, Miss Baxter," said Riddick, with his husky voice, smelling her hair that caressed his face. He was dangerously near to Stephanie's face. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek, a chill spread along her spine. He was observing her figure. She could feel it without turning her head. "Doctor of what," asked Riddick continuing a one- sided discussion between them.
"Veterinary medicine," she said hesitantly without stopping what she was doing. An ironic smile appeared on his face. "That says a lot about how they consider me". Something in his tone, made her stop and turn her head. He was staring at her as to check her reaction. He was so mesmerizing. His look was so unfathomable, deep, mysterious, and at the same time dangerous. she was incredibly attracted by him. Remember Stephanie! He is dangerous! But she couldn't move a muscle. She swallowed to regain her concentration. "I'm.there are no doctors here and." she stammered, still dressing his injury. She took a breath and then admitted with soft voice, "I was the only who wanted to help you." She was not looking at him, but was pretty sure he was now looking at her with interest. "Why?" Silence was his answer. "Why are you so interested in helping me?" Still didn't receive an answer. "You're not scared of me, are you Stephanie," this time his tone was resolute. It insisted on an answer. "Every human being in need, must be helped," answered Stephanie, avoiding his second question. "Should I be thankful to you for this?" Riddick inquired of her. She didn't answer and continued her work. She made a terrible mistake. She was playing his game. "Think I'll take you with me, if I can leave from this damn place, huh?" She didn't answer. "I bet they told you who I am. " Riddick taunted suggestively, "I'm a multiple murderer Stephanie, right?" She forced herself not to look at him, or answer. Her continued silence brought out the animal in him and suddenly, with a swift panther-like fast motion, Riddick caught Stephanie's hair with his left hand and immobilized her head. She was forced to look at his eyes. She widened her eyes in surprised fear. Riddick must be able to smell it. He was so damn near to her! She stopped to breathing. He was watching her eyes, her lips.she swallowed, and he smiled and looked at her eyes again. "With an quick twist of my hand, I could kill you breaking your neck. You wouldn't even notice it." his eyes sparkled, his voice was so deadly soft.she was paralysed with fear. Don't you show him your fear! Think of something fast! Think, Stephanie said mentally to herself. "Yes. You could. But I got a dagger in my right hand, direct to your shoulder. Yes you could try to kill me, but I could also hurt you badly," she threatened with a tone she hoped was the most convincing as possible. Naturally, she was bluffing. She truly had the small dagger pointed against his shoulder, but she would have never been able to hurt someone. She wasn't capable. He seemed to think about it for an interminable period, to Stephanie's mind, then with a lazy, amused smile his hand slowly loosened his grasp, she took a deep silent breath and started again to dress his injury, avoiding looking at him. "Brave woman," was his only reply, still with that damn lazy smile upon his face. "Do I think that you will kill me later," Stephanie asked without looking at him. "Yes. You might do it; and it'd be better by your hand, then to die from what killed Zeke. It was horrible." She paused for a moment, "I only hope I'll be the last one." She ended it with a deep breath and a sad smile on her face. It had cost a lot to tell him her fears, her thoughts. why had she told him? You must never tell your weakness to your enemy, thought Stephanie. He didn't reply. "There's only me, Jack and Fry who believe in your innocence. The others want you to die." "This should stop me," Riddick asked without looking at her. She stopped and looked at him. She knew if he had wanted he could have killed them all. He could have done it already, but he didn't do it. Why? Must be because all of them had more chance to find something to survive, then he did alone, she realized. She shook her head and spoke him, "Now. Here is the situation. I have to remove the splinter from your shoulder. It'll be very painful, and I don't have morphine. I'm sorry," She said apologetically, waiting for his reaction. He looked back at her seemingly not surprised at all. "Tell me when you'll be ready and I'll do it," continued Stephanie. "Take it away." With a deep breath Stephanie tried to be as fast and precise as she could. He didn't twitch, didn't make a sound. He had to be trained to endure the pain. This made her feel sad. "Done" she said once she had finished. "Now, I don't have tetanus injection and I don't know if everything was removed. So I'll leave your injury opened to let it the blood purge anything left inside, then.I'll have to cauterise it," she said standing up in front of him. It seemed not to interest him. "I'll have to come and disinfect your injury two or three times more before I close it." She was going to leave him alone when she stopped suddenly. "We'll have more chance to survive if we stay all together and help each other. You need me as well as I need you. You know it. That's why you won't kill me." He didn't answer, and she went out.
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She needed to breathe; she was trembling. It'd been hard to show her coldness. She tried to pant, but she couldn't; the air was so heavy and it was impossible. One hour later she went back to the ship to check out Riddick's condition. She entered the darkness of the ship. "Miss Baxter!" Riddick's voice reached her, causing her to give a slight start. Damn place! Her eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness inside. Finally, she saw him; he was staring at her with an amused look. "Please, come closer". She reached him. "I want to check your injury." Stupid Stephanie! You don't need to justify yourself! She leaned over and inspected his shoulder. It was better, still inflamed, but better. "You're doing better," Stephanie said. "Are you married Stephanie," he had leaned forward and was so near to her. "W-what?" she looked astonished. "I don't think is of any interest to you, Mr. Riddick". He looked amused at her answer. "Anyway." she paused, "I'm not married". Oh yes! Very good Stephanie! Why do you continue to play his game? Beware of him! She was becoming nervous. Oh please! Don't let him notice it! She felt him leaning closer, his mouth near her ear. "Am I scaring you.Stephanie," his voice murmured, almost a whisper. She stopped, lifted her head up and looked back at him. His face was a hairsbreadth away from hers. "My name.my eyes.do they scare you," he continued, looking deeply at her. She was mesmerized. He was so near to her. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. "No. Your eyes, don't scare me," Stephanie answered, slowly swallowing. She couldn't stop looking at him. "You know Stephanie," he continued with a low provoking tone, "Fear, like desire, causes some reactions in human beings.chemical reactions." "Pupils widen." his voice soft, sensual, like velvet seduced her. Without her noticing, he'd lifted his left hand up to her body, "little shivers cover your skin." his hand grazed her back so softly, almost without really touching it, and a jolt of electricity passed through her. She could feel the warmth of his hand, like it was burning her. It was all so dangerous.so exciting.She needed to run away from him, but she wasn't able. "The heart begins to race." she was mesmerized, "all your senses are aroused.the body is ready to feel, waiting, needing." His hand barely touched her right arm, "all kind of responses," then he grazed her breast covered by the thin t-shirt. She felt her body react violently. He lifted his hand up to her face and caressed her cheek with a finger, then ran it slowly to her lips. She half opened them under his delicate touch. She was completely under his power. His finger ran along her neck, than went down and with the back of his hand, he caressed her breast and she started a little as reaction. He chuckled. His lips came within millimetres of touching hers. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. She closed her eyes, because the sensations were too strong. She stretched out one hand and touched his chest, his muscles tightened. He hovered tantalizingly over her, just pecking her lips before pulling away. It was a torture. "D-don't." she tried to say. He silenced her by covering her mouth with his own, kissing her savagely, deeply, holding her head with his hand, he was almost hurting her. There was all emotions in his kiss: anger, revenge, passion, all exploding between them like a bomb. Suddenly they heard the sound of steps approaching. They pulled apart immediately, panting hard, both of them astonished by their reactions. Even he looked upset, but it was just for a moment, then he regained his usual control. His hand fell down and she started once again to disinfect his injury, like if nothing had happened between them. John, the merc, came inside the ship with a speedy walk. "How's he?" he asked Stephanie, like Riddick wasn't there. "He's better. We should wait a little longer to let his injury discharge and then cauterize it," she explained. "Ok, do it now. Close the wound. Do it fast," he ordered her. Riddick watched him and smiled wryly. Stephanie prepared everything, making the small dagger red hot. She turned herself toward Riddick. "I'll hurt you, a lot unfortunately, but this will close your wound and you'll not risk any infection." She bet he already knew this. "Oh! But that's not a problem for our prisoner, is it, Riddick," John taunted. "Don't worry, he's tough, right?" John said, this time looking at Stephanie. She didn't like him, not since the beginning. Riddick was just staring at him, not moving a muscle. She knew that if he had the opportunity, he would have killed him. She knew he got angry, she was sure of that. "When you're ready, I'll start," said Stephanie. "Close it," he murmured to her without removing his gaze from John, who had an irritating smile on his face. She started to close the wound trying to be fast, knew she was hurting him, but it was necessary. Riddick still didn't move a muscle, didn't issue a sound, never stopped staring at John, not for a moment, during all the Stephanie's work. Little by little John became worried, then nervous, because Riddick showed no reaction. "Done," said Stephanie at the end. "Quickly finish your work and get your ass out of here," John said curtly. She obeyed and when she finished, she stood up and left Riddick. He said nothing, like she had never existed, as if they had shared nothing.
What would he be done to him now, Stephanie thought, worried about Riddick. She walked out of the ship, but she decided to stay near it. She started to work with the group. Near by her was Jackie. "How is he?" She didn't need to say whom they were talking about, as it was obvious. "When I left him he was fine," answered Stephanie in a casual tone.
"What did John want?" "He wanted to talk with him, he ordered me to leave them alone," said Stephanie thoughtfully. The sound of a shot from the ship interrupted their conversation. They immediately looked at each other, terrified. What had happened? No one wanted to talk, or to move. After five minutes Riddick came out of the ship, safe and secure. Jackie saw him immediately. "He's alive," she said to Stephanie feeling relieved. Stephanie didn't move or turn her head to watch him only a silent gasp came from her lips. She continued to work, leaning forward on her knees, like nothing had happened. Caroline called to Jackie and she remained alone, doing her job. Suddenly she felt him. Not hearing him walk, but she just knew he was behind her. She continued, pretending not to notice, but her heart was beating faster. He didn't touch her, he just came near her and stood behind her, near enough to murmur in her ear in a low and determined voice, "I haven't finished with you." Stephanie stood petrified. A shiver spread through her body, her eyes widened. She turned her head to look back at him, but he was already far from her. She swallowed. What did it mean?