Riddick caught her as she fell. Her soft body pushed ageist his hard form. Her hands still held the remains of her dress over her chest, but he could see the cut with his uncovered eyes. The house and outside were as dark as they would get so he didn't need to cover them at the moment. He took a deep breath, and picked her up. She was very light to him. He took her to the couch and set her down carefully. He put his fingers to her throat and checked her pulse. She was alive, and her pulse was still strong. Now all he had to do was stop the bleeding. He stood straight, and limped to the bathroom.

Jack opened her eyes to see the ceiling in her blurry vision. Thinking she had fallen she went to get up. When she felt a comfortable couch be nether her she laid back. She gave a groan. Her whole body was covered in pain. The numbness her mind had made in its struggle to decide what to do had vanished. She tried to move again, but couldn't due to the pain.

"Stay still kid," Riddick said coming up beside her. He had bandages like the ones she had used on his leg in his hand. Her modesty factor kicked in, and she make sure her torso was covered. She turned onto her side silently grimacing and almost passing our from the pain it caused.

Riddick grabbed a stool not wanting to squat that long with his bad leg. He put it next to her, then sat down. When he saw she was turning away curled up he got annoyed.

"Now's not the time to get modesty kid," he said his teeth clenched.

She looked at him her eyes full of foreign pain mixed with a deeper hurt. She looked like she had been through hell that night. He guessed she most likely had.

He took her shoulder and pushed her roughly so she was on her back. He felt a tinge of something he could only call guilt when she let out a high pitched squeak of pain. She didn't look him in the eye, but looked instead into the couch cushion. He glared down at her hands which was still clutching the blood soiled, muddy dress to her chest.

"Drop your hands," he demanded. He was doing it only out of courtesy. He didn't know why he didn't just rip her hands away. He knew he could, but instead he waited patiently. One thing he was good at was patience.

"No," she spat at him holding it tighter her weak knuckles going white.

"I need to see the damn cut. Now move your fucking hands!" he yelled.

"No, just because your scaring me doesn't mean I'll give you what you want," Jack growled at him.

"What do you think I want?" Riddick growled, she remained perfectly silent, "Sex. You think I'm trying to fucking rape you. You ungrateful little bitch, if I was you would only be paying me back for keeping you clothed, feed, sheltered and fucking as safe as I could. Its not my fault you were a dumb shit and went out to get yourself a husband and got more then you asked for."

"Its not like that. You don't understand Riddick. You don't know what it is to be powerless," she growled at him tears forming in her eyes.

"You won't either if you didn't put yourself in risk like you did tonight. This isn't the time Jack. We need to get the cut closed up or you would you rather bleed to death?" Riddick asked in a clear even voice. He showed no concern what so ever. He sounded like he didn't care if she bled to death or not.

"Fine…." she said looking away. She could see through his act. She knew he cared. She could hear it in his voice or maybe it was just in his choose of words. Either way she could feel his worry. That was just the connection they had sometimes.

"Alright kid that's more like it. Now this how it works. Move the fabric off then put your hand on what you don't want seen. Can you do that?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she said and slid her arms out. She put her hand right on her nipples letting the shirt fall away leaving the wound exposed. She felt oddly hot being almost naked in front of Riddick. A burning blush covering her cheeks quickly.

"That's better," he said with a smirk.

He checked out the wound. It was shallow luckily he hadn't aimed to kill. Had he wanted to he would have succeeded. The cut was barely bleeding now. It had stopped itself almost completely. He let his eyes wonder without a touch of guilt. He checked out her fresh mounds of flesh. He hadn't realized how much she had grown. Her normal outfits left too much to the imagination.

He got out the salve that would help heal her and keep down the swelling. He places it on with two fingers touching every inch of the bleeding skin. Jack blushed harder and something inside began to tingle. She wanted him to touch her more but dared not say so. She didn't know what the hell was going on in her mind or body. She concentrated on the pain that was coming from where his fingers were dragging themselves across her torn skin.

He finished too quickly in her mind. She was beginning to get used to the pain. He backed up and looked at her. They both paused for a long moment. Jack sat breathing hard looking at an eerily calm Riddick.

"I need to put a wrap over that," Riddick informed her. Jack's eyes went wide open again. She had felt slightly comfortable besides the moment she had thought she sense Riddick looking at her. Now she felt her secure walls falling. She could see Bobby lingering over her giving her the horrible grin of his. She couldn't take it. She won't be used like a piece of meat anymore.

"Don't you care come near me with that damn thing. I'll do it myself," she said holding the edges of her dress closed. She sat straight up. She got a head rush, but refused to let her body fall. instead she curled into a rebellious ball.

"You can't you'll rip that cut even wider then I'll have to stitch. I'll be pissed and do a horrible job? That what you want. A twenty foot scar?" he asked calmly grabbing the wraps. He knew one way or another he was going to get them on her tonight.

Why the fuck was he doing all this? He didn't have to. He could just let her bleed death on his couch. What did it matter? Just another life to add to his total score. He looked down at that pathetic little girl and continued his arrangements without stopping to think again.

He took her by the shoulders and slammed her down to the couch. He didn't say a word. The time for words was over. She started to cry. She had been so strong, so brave through all the horrors she had seen, but she was breaking. He had made her break. She couldn't help but feel betrayed as he ripped over her top away without a word of regret or apologizes.

He forced her to sit up then. He ripped the top of the dress off completely leaving her sitting in black silk panties, which made Riddick wondering if she really had planned to do more had the date gone well. He tossed the rest of the dress to the ground.

He pushed her hands away whenever she tried to cover herself. He seemed uncaring, moving in an almost robotic way to get done what he had to. He finally ended up taking her hands in one of his and putting them over her head. He used the other to cover her cut and chest with the wrap. He had used one hand to do enough wrappings that he didn't mind.

She struggled a few times, but he growled at her. She stopped instantly.

The whole time she had been with Bobby she had known she had the advantage. She knew she could beat him, but now with Riddick she couldn't. She knew she never would be able beat his strength and skills. She was hopeless. She sentenced herself to watching him. His eyes concentrating on her body seeing if she was going to try and bolt again. Jack was terrified. She wanted to know what he was thinking. The look on his face was scaring her. His tense face made it seem like he was fighting an inner battle and barely winning. She wondered if the fight was over what to do with her.

He finished and bowed his head down making it go towards her waist. She cried out in fear. He got closer to her so that he could bite the end of the wrappings off. He placed the frayed in with the others connecting it to the rest tightly. He let go of her arms. She dropped them glad to be able to get the blood flowing in them once more. She rubbed her wrist which were bruised from Bobby's hands and now Riddick's.

Riddick got up without a word. He limped to her room. He came out a few minutes later with a black shirt without sleeves and shorts. They had been the first things, he had grabbed. He tossed it to her covering her face for a moment. She pulled it off without a sound.

"Put it on. Its not good to be cold," he said going over to sit in a pitch black corner of the room. He put his bad leg up on the coffee table, his hands gracefully placed in his lap.

She turned her back to him and put on the shirt without a fuss. She pulled a blanket over her waist and put the shorts on. After she was done she kept herself turned from him. Slowly she curled up into a ball, bring her knees to her chin.

Riddick couldn't help but think she looked pathetic laying there like that. She was molding herself into the couch. He didn't understand men that would do that to a young girl. There were perfectly good whores that would role-play a rape scene so that sick men won't actually have to do it to someone. He hated thinking of what that boy could have and might have done to Jack.

Jack couldn't see his eyes but she could feel his stare. She must look horrible to him. A dirty, disgusting girl that had almost had something horribly shameful happen to her. Still, as horrible as she felt she wanted to see his face so she turned.

She looked in his silver eyes and knew he was waiting for an explanations. She cleared her throated and closed her eyes. This was one of the main reason she had come home. To tell him what had really happened. She took a deep breath.

She spoke but very softly, "I killed him Riddick, I killed Bobby."

Sometimes I wonder
If it will ever end
You get so mad at me
When I go out with my friends
Sometimes you're crazy
And you wonder why
I'm such a baby yeah
The Dolphins make me cry