"Move out," I hear far away. Riddick releases me immediately and walks away. I fall forward onto my knees. Jack comes forward and helps me back up.
"Come on Liz, they're going to leave without us." I stand up and follow Jack to the group beginning to head away from the ship. Johns has Riddick pulling the one power cell we are taking with us to the settlement. The journey was a little long, but I didn't notice. My mind was wandering again, and the thoughts were very nice. I stayed up close with Fry and Iman, the holy man, with his three charges. I didn't look back at Riddick. When we reached the settlement, Johns, Shazza, and Fry took the other power cell from Riddick and headed over to a little ship they had found. Jack ran off with Iman, his three charges, and Paris over where, I learned, they were trying find some water out of the dry planet. I was left alone with Riddick, and I didn't like it that way. I started toward the back of a building. Riddick followed me. I stopped and turned to him, angry.
"What do you want Riddick?" I said to him quite angrily. He didn't become angry, he just laughed as he moved closer to me. I didn't budge. I'll show him I'm not afraid. When he was within arms length of me, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me, gently, onto the back of the building I had gone behind. He trapped me between his arms and leaned down toward me.
"I want to taste you," he whispered in his husky voice.
He took my hands and held them over my head with his right hand and then took his left hand and lifted my leg around his hips. He moved his body right up against mine. He leaned forward and began smelling my neck. "Beautiful," he said. He licked my neck, sending shivers up my body and back down to my hips. "It's not a good sign," he said, breathing against my neck, "shaking in this heat." My chest was rising and falling rapidly with every breath. My heart was trying to leap out of my chest. His hands moved down my arms, still held above my head. His tongue was still licking my neck. He moved his hands down my arms, down my sides, and onto my hips then down to my thighs. He lifted me up. I reacted by wrapping my legs around his waist. His tongue moved down to my collarbone. I gasped as his lips brushed my skin. Everywhere he touched me burned hotter than a thousand suns. His hands moved back up my arms to my hands. He brought them down slowly, still massaging my collarbone with his tongue. His hands released mine as his hands came back to my hips, pulling me closer. My hands moved up his muscular arms, over his broad shoulders and around his neck. My hands began to massage the lower part of his head as his tongue moved to the other side of my neck.
His hands moved over my stomach and right under my breasts. Every rub there brought a gasp to my lips. My back began to arch, begging him to touch me all over. He lifted his lips off my neck and stopped moving his fingers. He looked directly into my eyes, his lips hovering over mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. His hands moved to my hips again. He removed my legs from around his waist, then my arms from his neck. I thought he was going to leave me all hot and bothered, instead he began unzipping my light jacket I wore at all times, even in this extreme heat. When he finished unzipping, he removed it quickly, never leaving my eyes.
He moved his eyes over my white tank top, now see through due to all the sweat, and my white bra, which could be seen through the tank top, and over my now bare arms. His eyes paused there. There were bruises all up and down my arms. He rubbed my right arm where the bruising was the worst.
"Johns?" he asked me, returning his eyes to my gaze. I nodded. "He believes that he is my guardian, because my mother died leaving me in his father's possession and I was given to Johns as a maid. He has treated me as such and I have paid dearly for my quick temper and anger against his father. His morphine addiction doesn't help either." Then Riddick noticed the cuts around my wrists, he pointed them out to me. "Did Johns do this to you too?" I nodded. "There were days he would want me dead. So, he tried to kill me and make it look like suicide." Riddick released my hand and took a step back from me. I bent down and picked my jacket back up.
"Now you know why I told you that killing me would be better than living around Johns. It doesn't matter though. I think he has plans for leaving me here and getting the reward from his capture of you." Riddick didn't say anything, he just nodded that he understood. I put my jacket back on and zipped it back the way it was before. I turned to leave, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"I will not let Johns leave you here to die," Riddick said in his animalistic voice. "I may have killed a few people, but I they were justified deaths and were quick. Leaving you here would just be cowardly."
With that, Riddick left me standing there. After about two minutes I walked around to where the water was and had some. I was dehydrating and needed to calm down. Then I walked inside the main building where I had seen Shazza going. Everyone was there, even Riddick. I resisted looking at him, even though I could feel his eyes on me. When Jack walked in, everyone noticed he had shaved his head in an attempt to look like Riddick. It was very cute. Everyone began talking about the people who left everything here. Riddick then pointed out that they didn't leave. "They left with pictures on the walls, clothes hanging in the closets." "Maybe they had weight limits," Shazza said quickly.
"All I know is that you don't prep you emergency vehicle unless there's a fucking emergency," Riddick responded. Jack turned to the group and said, "He's fucking right." Johns turned violently to the kid. "Watch your language." "Shut up Johns," I said. "He's not your son and you have no right to dictate what he says." Johns was up in flash and slapped me right across the face. Everyone got quiet. Riddick growled at Johns.
Johns turned to the others. "She's my slave and shouldn't talk back to her master."
"I'm not your fucking slave," I said to him then. Before he could turn around, I was up and across the room, right next to Riddick. Johns lifted his gun and aimed it directly at me. While he was getting his shot lined up, Riddick got in front of me.
"Move Riddick, this time the fight isn't with you," I heard my brother say. I looked up at the handsome man standing in front of me. "Now why would I want to move, when this is a much nicer spot?" Riddick didn't move, but just stared Johns down until he put the gun down.
I rubbed my hand over where Johns hit me and then slide down to the floor. Iman entered about this time asking about one of his charges.
"Anyone check the coring room?" Riddick asked. Everyone immediately left and rushed over to the coring room. It took me a minute to stand, but as soon as I was up, Riddick was standing over me.