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Moaning and holding her head Lena sits up. Where am I? is all that she could think about, not how she got here or who brought or where where is. The room was dark, but her eyes let her see as clear as day. Her eyes were a little bit different than your usual shine job, hers consisted of filters and their color was a weird purple
"Damn my head hurts," she states to no one in particular. She looks around and notices the meager possessions in the room. A nice sized bed, a dresser, a door and a little bedside lamp. No windows, painting, knickknacks, nothing. So much for decorations and color.
"Whoever owns this place needs to fire their decorator." she starts to laugh, but grimaces as the vibration made her head ache even more. Catching a slight breeze from nowhere, she realizes that she is half-naked; she was dressed only in a man's black t-shirt. It didn't do much to cover her chest. Shit and Holy Fuck, I am a mess aren't I? she thought to herself. She spots the door and decides to check to see if it was unlocked. It wasn't. Lena was starting to get enraged and grips the door knob with all her might and starts to shake and pound on the door. Feeling like a trapped animal she looks for a window and remembers the room is bare and someone might expect that means of escape. She looks for something to open the door and there is nothing even to pick the look with.
"Shit!" Lena screams. "Is there anyone out there?"
Feeling exhausted and her head spinning she crawls over to the far wall and cowers in the corner. Thoughts start to flood her mind. The torment and rape flooded her brain making her mind reel. She finally lies against the wall and tries to sleep.
Ten minutes later, Lena wakes to the sound of the door being unlocked and being opened. A hand sneaks in and turns the lights on, but dims then to barely seeable. Fear overcomes Lena and she tried to curl up into a ball and make herself as small as possible. Trying to keep from whimpering she holds her breath. Thinking to herself What the hell is wrong with you, you are a cold blooded murderer and her you are cowering in a corner. But she knew that if she tried anything she could end up dead.
"Lena?" a mans voice says, deep and barely audible "Lena come out and eat, I brought you something to eat." Lena stares at the man, her captor or savior? Tall almost six feet or more, very tanned and built, the muscles on this man were massive. She looks at his face and notices he has almost the same kind of eyes she does. Shine jobs were not rare anymore, it just depended if yours was done in a Slam or not that is what makes them different. His eyes were beautiful, silver or blue depending on how you looked at them. Her eyes seemed only to stay a pale violet color.
Carefully, she starts to get up, standing was a bit difficult due to her throbbing head. The man set the tray on the bed and walked over to help her up. Lena thinking other things moved into the corner glaring at him, and the man new he had to back off.
Lena speaks softly, "Please don't come near me and how do you know me?"
The man laughs a very deep and throaty laugh that was very sexy and replies, "I have been watching you for a while, you caught my eye especially when you split those men in half and broke their necks." He sat on the edge of the bed and stared deeply into Lena's eyes. Lena was mesmerized.
"The other night when you were attacked I was going to help you, but you seemed to take care of yourself."
Remembering Lena smirked and traveled up to her eyes. The man notices the smile and really seemed to enjoy it." I helped you out because I think that you are unique."
Not helping but to laugh Lena bursts out "The Great Riddick thinks that I Lena is great and unique." She can't help but to hold her sides because they hurt. Riddick hid his surprise that she knew who he was without introduction, but then again he is popular. Riddick not taking this to lightly goes over to her and gets up in her face, real close like.
"Don't push your luck," he growls, staring into her eyes, his silver ones into her violet ones. Being that close he yanks her head down and examines the large gash on her head.
"Stay still you were hurt pretty bad last night." Riddick growls.
Lena is amazed this supposedly vicious killer is a caring, loving man. Riddick couldn't help but to take in her feminine scent. He loved women but after Kira died he had just stopped caring and loving, it was too hard and it was easier to kill.
Shaking himself back to reality he tells Lena her stitches are holding and are fine and that she needs to eat and regain her strength. Leaving Riddick leaves some clothes for her. On his way out he states "you are not a prisoner here, but I should show you around. We won't be here long, but …. I might need a gunman" Riddick smiles "or woman."
Lena looks at Riddick. "How did you know I was a gunner?"
Riddick smiles and just shrugs his shoulders. They both knew that they'd work very well together.
