Motherfucker! What the hell happened? I was hurt before but now I'm caning. Fucking sides on goddamn fire! What the fuck is wrong with painkillers… It occurred to Rebel to wonder what she was wearing as she moved and an unfamiliar fabric grazed her legs. A bandage and a pair of boxers. His boxers? Either way, damn loose. What was with the bandages? Under her rib – and she was glad to note, covering her breasts. Suddenly, she blushed. Didn't occur to me exactly how close he got for both the bandages and the boxers. Damn. Hope he ain't been doing anything then. As her gaze travelled back up her body she noticed his arm clamped tightly around her stomach at the same time as she felt his warmth tight against her. Fuck! She tensed and froze.
Turning her head slightly, she saw that Riddick was awake and looking at her with a smirk. "Riddick, what the hell am I wearing?" He chuckled. She felt the vibrations in her body. Unnerving her, she snapped "Let me up!"
He traced circles on her stomach with his fingers. "Oh, I don't have to do anything." Riddick pulled her in closer. She gasped as her body slid into his warm skin. He raised himself on an elbow and put his chin on her shoulder, looking at her profile. "This is kinda comfy." Riddick flitted his hands over her side, above the cut. Watching her skin shiver at his touch he added "you, however, don't have any choices." He watched the look of her face change from irritated discomfit to being slightly confused. "Look at your arm." Whilst she did so her hair swung across his face from the movement. He breathed in deeply, taking in her exotic, feminine scent. Riddick looked at her face with amusement as she read the initials out loud. "R. B. R. Richard B Ridd-oh shit you did not just do that." Unexpectedly, she shoved away from him. Instead of moving him, the action unbalanced her and she landed on the ground, wincing slightly. She stared up at him. "You did not fucking buy me."
Damn she looks good! Tawny hair all mussed up, bandage not leaving much to the imagination. He could feel himself getting hard at the sight of her breasts straining against the fabric. Again he restrained himself and continued his perusal. The boxers look pretty good on her. She's a feisty little thing - hell it looks like she wants to take me on. Whoa shit! Check out the claws girl, don't leave marks like that around my ship. I'll have to figure something out with those… Mock clearing his throat, she looked up at him with fear in her eyes. Plenty of defiance too, he noticed.
"We only have about two days before we arrive. I need to talk to you about everything. You do belong to me now, so I could make you do everything, but this will be your chance to work the debt off. If not, well you'll be mine. Forever. I know you don't particularly want that, so cooperate." He noted that she'd been slowly sliding away. "Careful, you're still hurt. Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you while you're already weak. When you're better, maybe." She gulped at his grin. "I'll leave you alone for a while, ok? Don't' do anything stupid."
He left her and walked to the kitchen. He heard the shower turn on and was tempted to walk back and scare her. Hell, he just wanted to fuck her and feel her against him, moaning his name. Then he would truly own her. Sighing, he got the images out of his head. Riddick just needed her to act like she was his partner and that they had moved from the Syndicate to the Gang (a smaller, allied force)
Then he'd need her to help him find Jack. Last he'd heard she'd been taken the custody of a merc employed by the Gang to bring prospective employees. The Gang was allied to the syndicate but was run completely different. It was ruled by fear, the kingpin arranged to have employees kidnapped, and were forced to work for the company. For life. It suited many, as they had access to a large amount of creds, and housing was supplied. He wouldn't let Jack get trapped into that life though!
Riddick heard Rebel calling his name. He was surprised. He walked back into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed in a towel wrapped around her body and a pair of jeans underneath. Her hair was wet and was dripping on her body. Longing to trace the course of the droplets as they made their way down her body, he restrained himself again. "Yeah?"
"Um, can I borrow a top? All mine either dig into my cuts or that fucking brand." He looked at the flash of hatred in her face as she said brand. Shrugging, Riddick rifled through his drawers. He found a comparatively small black wife beater and threw it to her. She caught it and stared at him expectantly. No luck kid. With a small sound of exasperation she got off the bed and turned around. Dropping the towel, she quickly slid the top on. Riddick saw the curve of her breasts, and noticed that she had taken off the bandage but left the strip and plastic covering on. He caught her muffled chuckle joined in her laughter. The top was huge on her, reaching midway down her thighs. It was low at the top, exposing part of her cleavage. She's gonna have to be careful so that it doesn't get too low… Have to remember to ask her to pick something off the ground for me. Chuckling at the thought he left the room again.
Towel drying her hair, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She knew she was attractive, but the way Riddick looked at her, she felt beautiful. Her tawny hair that reached just past her shoulders was near the colour of her deeply tanned skin. Her very blue eyes stood out in a face with dark brows and lashes, high cheekbones, attractive lips set pleasantly in a heart shaped frame. She stared at her body. Her hips and shoulders were about the same width, and she had a small waist. Her thighs were muscular. She didn't think her breasts were large, just a C, but they suited her curves. Her tight jeans emphasised her figure, and she thought that his top suited her, as well. She noted the low neckline. Better not bend down in this then… She didn't want to provoke him. Apart from the Doc, the only adult relationship she had had was with the man that had rescued her, Ben. Definitely not frigid though, she thought, as she smiled thinking of her holiday with Ben, her ex-boyfriend… Nowhere near as tall as Riddick, at 5'6, she thought.
Her stomach rumbled and she realised how hungry she was. She walked into the kitchen. Riddick turned around from his seat facing the wall as she turned on the food dispenser. She hadn't realised he was still in there, and judging by his surprised expression, he hadn't heard her come in. He looked at her appreciatively and looked back to his book. Jeez, he's a bit of a bookworm! Well, I suppose when ya been in Slam as long as he was, and survive, then you can't get enough of anything, really.
She finished the food, and looked at him. He swivelled around the chair. Sighing, Riddick began. "So are you going to help me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really considering that I own you, but I would appreciate it, and it will make it much easier, both for you and for the task."
She sighed. Why do I get the feeling I'm selling my soul to the devil? "Ok."
Riddick grinned like a schoolboy. "I just need you to pretend that I'm your partner and we're transferring employment temporarily from the Syndicate to the Gang."
Looking at him suspiciously, Rebel replied. "Why do you need me for that? I mean, it wouldn't be that hard for someone of your …reputation … to get employment with the Syndicate, and then ask to be transferred to the Gang."
His grin widened. "But I don't have any musical abilities, and I'd look damn stupid dancing in a flimsy costume."
Visibly, she flinched. Nearly falling off her seat, she stared at him with annoyance. "You are not making me sing and dance. I'm not a goddamn pet animal!"
"Well, my friend is being housed with the musical women, so you will sing and dance. You may not be a pet animal, but you're my pet human." Riddick said with visible satisfaction. "You'll probably have to fight, too."
"WHAT!" Yelped Rebel. "No way!"
"Yes way." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "How well can you fight?"
Before she could stop it, she hissed "well enough to whop your ass."
Riddick burst out laughing. "You've got balls, kid, I'll give you that."
"Why don't you give me my life back?"
The smile vanished from his face. He put down his book. "Come here." Riddick glared at her until she approached with some trepidation. His glowing eyes seemed to burn. Rebel stopped a metre or so away. He repeated himself patiently, and she inched forward in front of him, but stopped well out of arms reach. "I won't ask you again." Rebel crept forward and stood, their legs touching as Riddick sat on the chair. She avoided his gaze. Suddenly he lunged at her. Grabbing her, he turned her so she was sitting on his lap on the chair.
She shuddered at the intimate contact. He pinned her arms down with a big arm reaching across her body at her ribcage. The arm also prevented her doing anything with her claws as they were pinned to her leges. Riddick's other hand stroked the back of her neck. "You are mine. I can do anything I want with you. No one can stop me." He pulled her in tighter. He rested his chin on her shoulder. His hand crept down to the top of her breasts and started stroking them, running light fingers across the warm skin. She squirmed, trying to get away but restricted by his heavy arm. Rebel could feel his arousal. Biting back a yelp, she pulled away harder. The arm just tightened further, like a steel band across her stomach. "Just give in." Against her will, she could feel herself getting aroused by his persistent strokes. Feeling it, he reached further, and began to toy with a hardened nipple. Again, she tried to fight him. C'mon kid. I like my women willing - but with spirit. No way I'm gonna rape you, that's for cowards. Well, not in this mood. Just give up trying to fight me. It was always fun for Riddick to dominate somebody, but this was taking a while. Not that he minded having the chance to grope an attractive woman. I may be enjoying this a little too much, but just give in. Then I'll let you run off and hide somewhere. Although Rebel was beginning to whimper, she still struggled sporadically. I'm not tryin to break you, kid. I'm just letting you know exactly what you've gotten into. And who's the boss, and what exactly I can do to you whenever I want. And I will.
Eventually Rebel stopped struggling. She sat there, tensed as he continued to fondle her breasts. He raised his hand from her shirt and patted her head. "There, that wasn't so hard. Lesson is, if you don't screw with me, I don't screw with you." His other arm lifted and he laughed as she ran off immediately, nearly falling over in her haste to leave the room. Riddick was tempted to follow, but left here.
Ok, Rid. Can't break her, but she has to submit, you need to know she won't rebel at the worst moment.. You know she can sing, you heard her when she was in the bath at her flat. She needs to dance and fight. She knows at least rudimentary martial arts, most likely Krav Maga, but you need to find out exactly how much. She should be able to dance, gotta figure out a way to get her to dance.
After she fled the kitchen, she ran into a room that she hadn't been into before. It was lined with books on opposing sides with a computer desk facing the spare roll. Unable to resist, she grabbed a book. Rebel wasn't exactly a bookworm, but she did relish the classics, such as Jean M. Auel, Agatha Christie and Sara Douglas. She found a book by Sara Douglas that she hadn't read and went to find a peaceful room. She hated what Riddick was doing, making her submit. By chance, she found the trapdoor in the bedroom as she flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. After manoeuvring herself, she was able to get up into the attic. She looked for somewhere to read. She saw a window, and the ledge was just wide enough to squeeze herself onto. Rebel sat there, perched somewhat precariously between the window and the wall, one leg hanging just above the floor. She began to absorb herself in the book.
Riddick began to wonder where she went. He couldn't hear her very well. Hoping that she wasn't trying to escape or kill herself or pull some sort of stupid stunt, he went looking. He was puzzled for a while, until he realised that she must have found the trapdoor to the attic. Smart girl. He hoisted himself up, wondering how she'd gotten herself up there. Looking round, he didn't see her immediately. C'mon Rid, you know she's up here somewhere. Noticing her sitting up on the ledge, he suddenly regretted everything. She looked so fragile, balancing up on the ledge, big blue eyes focused intently on the page. She turned the page, and glanced up. He raised an eyebrow as she did a double take when she realised he was there. She cringed back onto the ledge.
Half expecting her to run, he was surprised when she stayed still. He grinned wolfishly. Walking up to her, Riddick came close to her, standing between her legs as she stayed put. Their faces were only inches apart, and he could feel her cool breath on his face. "I want to see how well you fight." Her half-hidden grin was as predatory as his. Chuckling, he picked her up by the waist and set her down in front of him. Aside from squirming in his grasp, she didn't fight back.
Minutes later, they were in the gym. As well as assorted equipment, such as rowing machines and weights, there was a decent area for running or sparring. "Knives?"
Still hiding her grin, Rebel nodded. Riddick selected two shivs, and threw one to her. Not taking her eyes off him, she lowered herself to the floor to pick it up. The two began to circle each other. Riddick feinted at her. She easily dodged, and retaliated with a quick slash to his arm. Unlike him, she reached her target and a thin line of blood soon emerged. She nearly dropped the knife at the anger in his eyes. But then, Riddick smiled and picked up the pace. A few minutes later, they were still fighting. Riddick had managed to disarm her, although Rebel still could have used her claws. Rebel was starting to tire; her previous wounds were hurting, as well as several other small cuts. After the first three slashes, Rebel hadn't landed any other cuts, although she had managed to hit him a few times.
When Riddick lunged at her, Rebel jumped back and kicked at his arm. He dropped his shiv, and didn't try and reach it. Riddick struck at her again, and she jumped back. The sudden movement, combined with her actions of the last 5 minutes flicked off her hair tie and her hair swung free of its ponytail and covered her face. Riddick took the opportunity to hook a foot around the back of her knees and pull her down. They tussled for a moment, but Riddick definitely had the upper hand, and eventually pinned her down, straddling her hips and holding down her arms. She relaxed, and Riddick thought she had given in. Well, that was fun. Then with a growl, her claws came out, and Riddick instinctively recoiled. She took the momentum to fling him onto his back, and then she was the one straddling his hips. Her claws trapped each arm down, diamond edges starting to cut through his skin. Riddick stared at her unfathomably. Rebel was nervous in a small corner of her mind, but was determined to ghost the motherfucker before he raped her. Just do it girl! Then you can get off this place and go back home. Riddick wasn't sure what she was going to do. Fuck! This girl might actually kill me. He enjoyed it, generally, when women threatened to kill him, because he could tell that none of them would. With this girl, he wasn't so sure. He saw a flicker in her eye, just before she moved and prepared himself to stop her.
She let go of one arm in a quick movement and was about to draw her claws across his neck, when in an even faster one, Riddick grabbed her throat. She panicked, claustrophobic. Faced with imminent doom, she just clawed at his arms. Recognising the signs of hysteria, he slapped her, then backhanded her on the rebound. Rebel shook her head, cleared of panic and calmed down. She winced at his arms, blood dripping down from them. Shit, now I'm gonna get it.