"Where are we going Riddie?" Gawd, did she ever shut up?
"New Mecca kid, I've told you before."
"Your not going to leave me with them, are you Riddie? You can't possibly leave me with them! I won't stay!"
"You will stay with them, I am leaving you with Imam...he'll take care of you."
"I can take care of myself!" Yeah right kid, that's how you ended up here. Riddick opened his eyes, glancing over to the co-pilots seat, at the 14 year old girl who had wormed her way into his heart in the days they'd been stuck on this fucking skiff. She was dirty, she was tired, she had little scratches all over her body, but she was looking at him in a way no one had ever looked at him before. "I don't want to leave you Riddie..." She whispered softly, turning around and folding her arms over her chest stubbornly.
"To bad kid, You're going with Imam...a fourteen year old girl has no business going anywhere with me."
"I won't stay! I'll run!" He growled.
"You will stay if you know what's good for you." She looked up at him, defiance in her eyes. He knew she wouldn't stay, but he couldn't risk bringing her with him. She was innocent, and if she stayed with him she wouldn't be much longer. As dirty as she was, as short as her hair was, he felt himself get hard around her whenever she smiled. She was definitely staying with Imam
"I won't stay. I'll run, and I'll find you Riddick... I promise I'll find you."
"Right Kid, go ahead and try... the mercs can't find me half the time, how would you?"
Riddick woke with a small jerk as he felt the soft form laying against him stir a little. Her hand moved on his stomach, a soft moan escaped her lips and she stretched slowly. He glanced down at her.
"Mornin'..." He spoke gruffly, almost a growl instead of a word. She smiled up at him, stretching again, he spoke softer...or what he hoped was softer.
"You can talk..." She nodded, then spoke softly.
"Morning..." Her voice was soft, sweet... it matched her body. Delicate and young. Riddick sat up a little, running his hand down her body slowly.
"Can... I see you again? I'm going to be in port here for a while... and I was wondering if you'd have me again... Kyra...isn't it?" She glanced up at him, her brow wrinkled just a little, she nodded.
"You can see me again... but you might have to pay something to reserve me... I'm new... they put all the guys they don't want on me... I don't know how I managed to get you last night..." She trailed off, looking down.
"I wanted something specific...you were the only one to match my specifications. I'll make arrangements so that you're free the entire time I'm here. I'll be back tonight." With that he slipped out of bed, slipping back into his clothes. She stayed there in bed, watching him get dressed. Without looking back he left, going back the way he had been led. Once he got to the front desk, there was another woman working the counter.
"I want to reserve Kyra... in room 323... for one month." He spoke demandingly, leaving no room for question. The girl looked up.
"Um... sir... we don't normally do that..." She stuttered, looking over the computer at him.
"I don't care, do it. I'll pay 20,000 credits to have her reserved for a month." The girls eyes got wide and she nodded, reaching for his credit chip. He handed it over. "Have her waiting, I'll be back around the same time tonight." He took back his credit chip and walked out.