Chapter 5.

Hazel

I cried myself to sleep that night. Luckily for me Riddick left me alone after he'd finished. He had taken his time, enjoying everything until he had ridden out his orgasm, leaving me alone on the big bed. I was feeling sore and used. I knew I had been the one to make this deal, but I had no clue how it would feel to be owned like I was. It made me feel less then shit. Useless and unimportant.

I turned and tossed until I finally slept a bit before sunlight woke me again. I didn't know what Riddick expected beside using me for sex. Would he want me to clean or something? I decided I would shower quickly, just so that if he came back, I would feel a little bit cleaner, and hopefully a little bit better.

The bathroom was small, but with a bathtub and a shower. I chose the shower to be quick. Different bottles of shampoo and body wash were placed in on shelves in the bathroom. I picked one, without even seeing what kind it was, I'd didn't care. I washed my hair and body, but even though it felt good to wash the blood between my legs away, I felt so broken. Tears made their way down over my cheeks, blending with the water from my shower.

'How can I ever endure this?' I softly cried. I tried to convince myself that I could. I was strong and I could handle this, but a little, scared voice deep down inside of me mocked me. He was so big, so strong and so evil. And I had sold myself like a whore. I had done it out of love for my brother, but still…

'Help me,' I softly cried, letting myself sink to she shower floor. I cried until my fingers were wrinkled and I had no more tears left to cry….

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Riddick

I woke up feeling better than I had been feeling this last couples of weeks. Relieved, and satisfied. The girl sleeping just a few rooms away had been better for my relaxations than the paid killings. Who would have guessed.

Her tears, her innocence and pureness came to mind. A grin formed on my face, she had been wonderful. The smell of her fear and tears were still fresh on my mind, like a drug I needed. Next time he'd be a bit more gentle, If she complied that was. Maybe he'd enjoy her even more when she was willing and a little more stretched. I sat up and got up from the bed, hitting the shower before I would dress. A lot of people wanted my services, and I was happy to comply…

It was somewhere after midday, I was sitting with the third person today who needed my, skills. He was no other than the males who came by. A slim guy, not much meat on his bones to begin with. He wore glasses and a worn pair of jeans. Needed his ex gone. Go figure.

'And not only her, I want her mother gone too. That stupid bitch always disliked me.' I cocked my head to the side and studied him for a bit. I could smell his nervousness. I was making him uncomfortable and even scared. Delightful.

'Well, that makes two woman I need to kill, right? So what's in it for me then? Hmm. Got something to offer I can use?' I asked him. I saw he jumped a little in his seat when I spoke. Good.

'I uh, - I have money, name your price.' I shook my head.

'I have more money than I have use for.' It confused him a lot.

'What do you want in return then?' he asked, his voice weaker, more unsure then before. I grinned.

'That car you came in, you can leave it for your ex. You are a lawyer, right?' I asked him. He looked confused but nodded.

'Then I will ask you for a favor sometime, and you will answer that call.' He quickly nodded. I nodded too.

It was then I saw his eyes linger away from me, towards the glass door. My office was placed next to the living area, and right now, little Hazel was sitting on the couch, drinking something. His eyes widened a bit when he looked at her and I grinned. She was all mine, completely.

'Something pretty over there?' I asked him suddenly. He jumped again, quickly looking away from her.

'No- no, I'm – look are we finished here?' he asked. I grinned broadly.

'We are, I will perform my end of our deal before the week is out, make sure to leave your car here.' He looked like I had slapped him across his face, but he nodded. He stood and left quietly.

I stretched my back and stood, very curious about my little Hazel on the other side of the door.

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Hazel

Wondering around the house, I ended up in the kitchen. I had only met the old man that opened the door for me the other day I came for my deal. He told me to get something to eat. I had no clue what to do with myself after that. I slowly had wondered around the house staring through windows, seeing the amazing back garden. Then I nestled myself on the sofa with a glass of water. I was nervous to see Riddick again. Every sound I heard made me jump in fright, but I didn't see him anywhere. I was starting to relax a bit, settling down on the couch until a glass door opened, and the devil himself walked out. I immediately tensed and sat up straight, my fingers tight around the glass in my hands.

'Hello little Hazel, slept well?' he asked me, while he slowly came closer. I shifted a bit, relieved when he sat down on the couch next to the one I was sitting on. I didn't wanted him any closer.

I only nodded in reply, not knowing what I had to say to him. I couldn't blame him for doing what I had agreed to earlier, even though I had expected it to be different, kinder maybe.

'I didn't rip your tongue out, did I?' he mocked me.

'No that you didn't.' He grinned at my words.

'Do I sense some sarcasm, little Hazel. Already feeling regrets about your deal with me?' he asked me. I knew he was trying to get under my skin, but I was not feeling like playing his games.

'I made a deal with you, I know that very well.' He cocked his head to the side and stared at me.

'How sore are you?' he asked me then. I swallowed and broke our eye contact.

'Sore enough, thank you,' I answered. I heard his chuckle.

'Well by the way you can still back talk, I doubt it. I want you to come to my room tonight, 8 p.m. sharp.'

I felt my heart sink in my chest. Not again. I held my tongue and only nodded, trying to be a cool as ice. He couldn't know how much this wounded me. How broken I truly was. I would go to him tonight and pretend I was fine.

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