Riddick doesn't seem all that bad. He didn't kill me when he had the chance, and he just protected me from Johns just then. Maybe everything Johns told me about Riddick was a lie. I know he killed people, but maybe he isn't a cold-blooded killer at all.

Fry returned a few moments later. She took Johns and the others away. I didn't go. I had no desire to go. I went back inside where Riddick was. I knew he could hear me, maybe even smell me, but I didn't say a word to him. I began pacing in thought. After a few moments, I heard Riddick's deep voice again. "Stop doing that. Are you trying to hypnotize me or something?"

I smiled and sat on the floor. I looked up at Riddick's face. I wanted to see his eyes.

"What color are your eyes Riddick?" I asked casually, my eyes still studying his face.

"I don't remember. It's been so long that the color of my eyes has been forgotten. I know the color they are now." I stood up and began to walk toward him. When I was within 2 feet of him I spoke again.

"What color are they now Riddick?" His head lifted and he slowly stood and walked toward me. I didn't move. He was directly in front of me before he lifted his head and allowed me to see his eyes. They glowed with a hint of color in them. I lifted my hand slowly to his face. "Do they hurt?" Riddick's eyes never moved as my hand ran down his temple and under his right eye onto his cheek.

"No," he said sternly. My hand roamed over his face. My thumb brushed up against his full lips. They parted as my thumb went across them. My hand froze on his cheek. My eyes went to his lips, then back to his glowing eyes. This man was pure sexual energy, every inch of him.

My fingers began to move on their own, moving slowly over his lower lip, outlining it. He growled seductively. I took another step forward toward Riddick, placing my left hand on his shoulder, feeling every ripple of muscle. My left hand slipped slowly down his shoulder onto his broad chest, feeling every finely toned muscle. My eyes never left his. He began backing up for every step I took forward. He sat back down, his eyes still on mine. My right hand continued to caress his face as my left hair fell back at my side. As my hand ran across his lips again, his tongue caught my pointer, testing me. I leaned down closer to him, keeping contact with those gorgeous, glowing eyes.

A scream knocked me back to reality. I jumped back away from Riddick, shaking. What is he doing to me? Then his arms begin to tug on his chains, faster and faster. I saw his muscles rippling with every tug. My eyes got wider and wider with every movement he made.

Then he stopped suddenly. I backed away to the other side of the room, as far from Riddick as possible. "What? Don't want to play anymore?" Riddick was smiling at me. My breath was getting faster and faster. I had to get out of there. I turned and left, hearing Riddick's laughter behind me.

I sat down outside of the ship looking out at the desert, when the others returned. Johns came straight toward me and lifted my chin, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Did he escape again while you were daydreaming?" he asked me cruelly. I turned my head away from him and glared up at him. "No," I said in a growl. He looked at me, then back at the ship. He walked inside to check for himself. Jack came and sat next to me.

"We're heading back to the settlement in a minute," he said. "You are coming with us right?"

I turned to the young boy and smiled. "Yeah, I am. The sooner we get out of here, the better. I'm losing my mind out here."

I stand up and start to dust off my pants, but an expression on Jack's face stops me. "What is it Jack?" I ask. Suddenly I feel strong hands on my hips. I stand up quickly. Thinking it is Johns trying to get what he did earlier, I turn with my fist ready. Right before my hand connects with his face, he grabs it. I open my eyes and see that it was Riddick.

My eyes widen and my heart begins to beat faster. I relax my hand and he releases it. He is wearing his black goggles again, but I know his eyes are on me. He returns his hand to my waist. He then pulls me forward, toward him. I bring my hands in front of me and they land on his broad chest. I can smell him. The sweat and strength is apparent. I begin to shake again, and it is way to hot to be cold. His hands run around my back and begin to dust the desert off my pants. I just stand there, memorized by how close our bodies are. I can feel every inch of him on my body. I look at his full lips wonder what he tastes like. He leans forward to my ear. "You smell delicious," he says. "I could just eat you up." His hands rest on my backside, as his lips brush against my earlobe.