It couldn't have been more than ten minuets before a sudden weight on top of me woke me suddenly. A large form straddles my waist, and a hand comes down over my mouth as the other begins snaking up my shirt. Everything in my mind tells me to scream for help but then the realization hits me. 'If you screamed for help, someone might come to help the guy or if they kill the guy then they might just pick up where he started. No heroes among killers.' The hand over my mouth presses down, making it hard to breathe. 'Come on think! You can't just lay here.' I take a deep breath and play dead. My breathing stops and I force my heart beat to slow as much as possible. The hands freezes then continues, the hand around my mouth no longer suffocating me. I make my move and sink my teeth into his palm until I taste blood. He pulls his hand away from my bloody mouth and backhands me across the face, where the guard had struck me, with his good hand. I wince in pain and spit out blood, my blood. He hits me again, this time his hand balled into a fist. I yelp in pain as his fist comes in contact with my cheek. Blood drips from my nose and from the corner of my mouth. The heavy body is quickly gone and I hear noise in the middle of the cell, muffled yells then something heavy falling to the floor. I roll over and spit a mouth full of blood and the chunk of flesh from the guy's hand onto the floor. My jaw aches and I'm sure that there will be one hell of a bruise on my face tomorrow. Someone settles on the small cot with me and I gasp and back up, not able to stand.

"You went to sleep didn't you?" a deep voice asks.

I gently rub my jaw. 'Not broken, but a lot of torn skin on the inside of my cheek.' "I was dead tired."

"You almost were dead. That guy could have hit a lot harder if he really wanted to. He probably wanted you alive."

"What is it with people hitting my face?"

Riddick stands and starts walking towards the hall. He stops and looks back at me, "You coming?" I look up at him, a little confused about what he is saying. Riddick shrugs, "Whatever, but the offer is for tonight only. You'll know where I'll be." He vanishes from sight leaving me sitting in the dark. I quickly wipe the dried blood from my nose and spit out the last of the blood, then leave my cell behind going to Riddick's.

I hesitate before stepping into the darkness, then I just walk in. I look around and jump as a large hand rests on the small of my back, "So you made up your mind?"

I spin around and back away from the hand. "What did I say about touching? Anyways, you pretty much save my ass twice then offer me to stay with you, so what the hell." My head is spinning. I hadn't slept more than an hour in weeks and that mixed with being beaten and punched and violated is just too much. A small tremor shoots through my body causing a mini seizure to shake me. I feel him close to me again as the world starts folding in around me. "I think I need to sit down." His strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me up as I collapse.

My eyes open slowly. I reach a hand up and rub my right eye only to pull it back as a stab of pain rips through the side of my face. I roll onto my back, my eyes tightly shut. "Mother fucker." I whisper to myself.

"Its just a bruise and its your own fault." Riddick says, sitting on the edge of the cot looking over at me.

"Its not my fault. It's the bastard that tried to rape me. How long was I out?"

"A few hours. You twitched a few times, Arc, don't know what the fuck was up with that."

"Just some stupid problem with my nerves from being electrocuted so many times." I stop and go over what he had just said. "What did you call me?"

"Your names' Arc. Says so on that little tag of yours." I reach up and clutch the golden tag as he recites the words printed on it. "Arche De Katze - M57 Ring Nebula, Lyra – Helix 4X Max. Security. What I don't get is how a kid was sent to slam."

"None of your business." I shiver and hug my knees to my chest."

"Twitches?"

"Cold." He was suddenly close to me, warmth radiating off him as he closes the gap, his body against mine. Paranoia hits me and the warmth doesn't matter. "Get off me." I push him and scoot away. "Not gonna let you get another chance to get me under you."

He sits back, and I feel him watching me, "I'm going to get it out of you. It'll be easier if you just tell me rather than having me force it out of ya." I keep quiet, suppressing memories. "So tell me about who raped you."