Author's note: Although we know that Riddick can't really see colors, he
can in this fic as well as seeing in the dark..lol, so just go with it and
pretend..for me..please!? It's really short, and im sorry, but im getting
kinda sick! Oh, and this chapter is for Willow. Thank you for being my
inspiration!..lol.
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Prey 3
"Where am I?", I mumbled through closed eyes, and blinding pain. I know that I'm in water, warm water, and I can feel circular rubbing all over me. I can hear water dripping around me. Hands running down my back over my shoulders to my chest and stomach, more than one pair. I open my eyes slowly, but shut them again at the breaking of light. Suddenly the hands retract from me, and I can hear moving in the water. The miniature tides hit my stomach, and I can feel another presence behind me. My eyes still shut, the light in this room far too bright, I slowly turn my sitting torso and reach out with my hands, finding softness. Skin, smooth and slick, an arm.
"Who's there?", I ask quietly but in a harsh tone.
"Darkness", she commands, and the light disappears, gently pulling her arm from me.. I open my eyes slowly and turn to face her. Her hair is slick on her head, and short. My eyes blink frequently from pain throbbing at my temple. To call her beautiful would not do her justice, so I'll say that she's breathtaking. Her shoulders are broad and her collarbone like artwork. The lines of her, body, well the ones I can see, are blended to precise structure. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, and her eyes are like green and blue galaxies, flecks of gold being her stars. She looks almost timid as we stare at each other. She looks at me with an expressionless face, breathing deeply through her nose, and although I'm definitely taller than her, she still seems to be seated higher in the bath than I am. Her head high, superior, she looks down at me as I finally get to see with out light blocking me. She lets me study her, but she's not looking me over. She stares directly into my wandering eyes, not moving just sitting in the still water, her reflection starting at the top of her heaving breast. I wince frequently in pain, and begin to get frustrated again at my inability to deal. All the estrogen floating around has some how seeped in. She suddenly, but slowly pulls a dripping arm out of the water and raises a hand towards my wounded head. I still as her index finger touches my wound. Instead of pain, I feel warmth, and my eyes slam shut. Tightness floods my face, and then suddenly the pain is gone. She retracts her hand and narrows her eyes at me. I reach up to feel the area, and nothing but stubble meets my fingertips. She healed me? She looks at me quietly.
"Why are you letting me see you?", I feel the need to whisper given the previous miracle.
"How can you serve someone you've never seen.", she remarks meeting my glance. Her eyes are too intense and I find myself looking away shyly. She's even powerful without force. I can see why so many have fallen under her, and it irks me that she makes me uncomfortable.
"You make it sound like I have a choice.", I look down bitterly, frowning. She's still emotionless. What is her deal? I can't even tell how much it bothers me, her just looking, not offering any explanation, just expecting me to do as I'm told.
"Well, you don't, but..", she tilts her head slightly, pursing her lips, and clenching her jaw.
"Why me?", I bite quickly, becoming angrier by the moment. She breathes deeply, and finally breaks her death stare, looking up.
"Have you ever read the bible?", she whispers, ignoring me, soothing her own agenda.
"No", I growl staring at her reflection.
"Such a beautiful book.journeys, battles between millions, battles between one, internal conflict overpowering morality, and the ever present good verses evil..you can find the answer to any question, any query at all, in the bible..", she leans closer to me.
"What does that have to do with me?", I growl only inches from her face. She pauses, blinks and rises right in front of me, wetness dripping on my face and chest. I tilt my head back and take in the bottom curve of her breast, then each body part as it passes me on her way up, until her triangular sex stares me dead in the face. Yes, I am now over the fear. I breathe in her scent happily as she begins to step away from me. Spreading her legs to walk towards and past me, I am flashed by the smallest amount of pink flesh before she disappears behind me.
"More than you know", she remarks, and I can hear her step out of the water, and her wet foot lightly splat on the stone floor .
"They'll show you to your sleeping quarters", she remarks again, and I turn quickly to catch a back view.
"Who will..", I stop upon seeing the servants standing behind me, and she, no longer there.
"Where am I?", I mumbled through closed eyes, and blinding pain. I know that I'm in water, warm water, and I can feel circular rubbing all over me. I can hear water dripping around me. Hands running down my back over my shoulders to my chest and stomach, more than one pair. I open my eyes slowly, but shut them again at the breaking of light. Suddenly the hands retract from me, and I can hear moving in the water. The miniature tides hit my stomach, and I can feel another presence behind me. My eyes still shut, the light in this room far too bright, I slowly turn my sitting torso and reach out with my hands, finding softness. Skin, smooth and slick, an arm.
"Who's there?", I ask quietly but in a harsh tone.
"Darkness", she commands, and the light disappears, gently pulling her arm from me.. I open my eyes slowly and turn to face her. Her hair is slick on her head, and short. My eyes blink frequently from pain throbbing at my temple. To call her beautiful would not do her justice, so I'll say that she's breathtaking. Her shoulders are broad and her collarbone like artwork. The lines of her, body, well the ones I can see, are blended to precise structure. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, and her eyes are like green and blue galaxies, flecks of gold being her stars. She looks almost timid as we stare at each other. She looks at me with an expressionless face, breathing deeply through her nose, and although I'm definitely taller than her, she still seems to be seated higher in the bath than I am. Her head high, superior, she looks down at me as I finally get to see with out light blocking me. She lets me study her, but she's not looking me over. She stares directly into my wandering eyes, not moving just sitting in the still water, her reflection starting at the top of her heaving breast. I wince frequently in pain, and begin to get frustrated again at my inability to deal. All the estrogen floating around has some how seeped in. She suddenly, but slowly pulls a dripping arm out of the water and raises a hand towards my wounded head. I still as her index finger touches my wound. Instead of pain, I feel warmth, and my eyes slam shut. Tightness floods my face, and then suddenly the pain is gone. She retracts her hand and narrows her eyes at me. I reach up to feel the area, and nothing but stubble meets my fingertips. She healed me? She looks at me quietly.
"Why are you letting me see you?", I feel the need to whisper given the previous miracle.
"How can you serve someone you've never seen.", she remarks meeting my glance. Her eyes are too intense and I find myself looking away shyly. She's even powerful without force. I can see why so many have fallen under her, and it irks me that she makes me uncomfortable.
"You make it sound like I have a choice.", I look down bitterly, frowning. She's still emotionless. What is her deal? I can't even tell how much it bothers me, her just looking, not offering any explanation, just expecting me to do as I'm told.
"Well, you don't, but..", she tilts her head slightly, pursing her lips, and clenching her jaw.
"Why me?", I bite quickly, becoming angrier by the moment. She breathes deeply, and finally breaks her death stare, looking up.
"Have you ever read the bible?", she whispers, ignoring me, soothing her own agenda.
"No", I growl staring at her reflection.
"Such a beautiful book.journeys, battles between millions, battles between one, internal conflict overpowering morality, and the ever present good verses evil..you can find the answer to any question, any query at all, in the bible..", she leans closer to me.
"What does that have to do with me?", I growl only inches from her face. She pauses, blinks and rises right in front of me, wetness dripping on my face and chest. I tilt my head back and take in the bottom curve of her breast, then each body part as it passes me on her way up, until her triangular sex stares me dead in the face. Yes, I am now over the fear. I breathe in her scent happily as she begins to step away from me. Spreading her legs to walk towards and past me, I am flashed by the smallest amount of pink flesh before she disappears behind me.
"More than you know", she remarks, and I can hear her step out of the water, and her wet foot lightly splat on the stone floor .
"They'll show you to your sleeping quarters", she remarks again, and I turn quickly to catch a back view.
"Who will..", I stop upon seeing the servants standing behind me, and she, no longer there.