DAY ELEVEN
Can't stand the dark anymore. It's as black as pitch. Everywhere you look is black. Can't close my eyes and get away from it. Black, black, black.
I think I'm fucking losing my mind. I need to see something, anything. Some color, something other than blackness.
I hear noises, probably cockroaches, but I can't see them. I can feel them crawling on me, biting me but I can't fucking see them.
Fuck I would give anything to be able to see in the dark. How am I gonna break out if I can't fuckin' see anything?
My head feels like it's gonna fall off from my eyes straining so hard. I want to sleep but even that leaves me in the dark, alone.
Always alone…
You're not afraid of the dark are you?
I'm not afraid of the dark; I'm afraid I'll never get out of the dark and back into the light
Who the fuck am I kidding? I've never been in the light, not a damn day of my life.
DAY TWELVE
Searing pain, FUCK IT HURTS… MY EYES, I can't open them, hurts too bad, what the fuck is going on? Feels like someone burned them then poured salt and lemon juice in them. Not a nice sensation, I assure you. Someone's gonna pay for this.
Dreamed last night, the warrior woman from the blue-green planet came. She talked this time, showed me some shit. Graves again. Genocide. Last of our race. Furya. She told me I'm important so the surviving members of government set out to give me a gift. The gift of sight. I don't know what the fuck she's talking about, I can't see a damn thing.
She told me I've been in the dark too long, well I can agree with her there. Been here twelve days, eighteen to go. What am I gonna do for eighteen day's in the dark?
Guess I can play with Jimmy the Guard, or the shrink. Wait 'till I tell her I'm hearing voices. Probably shouldn't do that… they'll put me in a padded cell… maybe they are easier to break out of, hum, gonna have to find out for sure.
DAY THRITEEN
I opened my eyes today and about shit myself. I could see in the dark. Pinks, whites and purples, just like my dream. I don't know what the warrior woman did to me but I'm grateful right now. I can see and that means I got a chance to hop this fuckin' place.
No one's gonna believe this shit. Gonna have to come up with a story to cover how I got my eyes shinned cause I know that's what this is. I've seen one before on a man in the slam. Said he got it from a doctor, think I'll use his story for now.
My eyes still hurt, but not like yesterday. It's bearable. Time for some research.
Jimmy came by, I asked him for some reading material. The other guards laughed. What could I read in the dark? Bet they think I can't read at all. Dumb fucks, no real paper books in the slam so they gave me manuals. Piloting 101 and Top Five Triple-max Slam's in the Galaxy. I'm currently residing in number three and have been in four out of the five, broke out of them too. I really can't believe how easy this is gonna be.
Guess they don't know about my photographic memory. I forge indifference and casually take the books, not meeting their eyes, not wanting to give my new peepers away and settle down in the corner and make to read.
I can hear one laughing, saying I've finally lost it. They broke Richard B. Riddick, stupid fuck; he'll be the first one I kill when I bust out.
DAY FOURTEEN
Saw the shrink today. They took me to her office and it was so fuckin' bright I almost threw up from the pain. Fuck, I need some shades or something. I didn't talk. Didn't open my eyes. She asked me if I was alright. What the fuck do you think lady? I'm sitting in an eight by eight cell. No place to walk. No place to move. I can hardly lay down for fuck sake. Am I ok? Get real you stupid bitch!
After I got back to my cell, I asked Jimmy the Guard to get me some dark goggles. The darkest he could find. Anything to protect my eyes. He asked why and I didn't say a word. None of his business. Told him to I'd 'pay' him for them. At this point, I'd pay anything to not have to go through that pain again. Worse than the shine job.
That warrior bitch really fucked me over with this one. How the fuck am I gonna function in the daylight? Now I'm stuck, strapped to a pair of goggles just to live. Bald head. Goggles. A man my size, fuck… I'll never be able to hide now. Kinda hard to hide when you're eyes glow. Grow some hair, maybe a beard? Nothing's gonna hide my eyes. Now…I got a weakness… fuck!
DAY FIFTEEN
Half way through. I'm weak. Tired and hungry. They don't feed me enough. I don't do much but it takes a lot of calories and protein to maintain the muscle mass. Pushups, squats, sit ups. Anything to maintain some strength. Endurance is going though. So's some of my sanity.
Stupid of them to put a killer in isolation for so long… makes us think. Makes the urge to kill stronger. I can't wait to get out of here. I'm gonna take as many fucks down as I can. They think they'll break me in this fucking hole, no way. No one's breaking Richard B. Fuckin' Riddick. No one. I'm not gonna be cowed by these fucks.
Send me to the shrink. I'll tell her whatever the fuck she wants. I'll tell her I'm a changed man. I'm gonna go straight. Do my time. And when I'm old and gray and they finally release me, I'll still be legit. Yeah fuckin' right. No way. But I'll sell it, I'm good at that.
The dreams are making more sense now that I got the eyes. The colors, the vision. The girl. I still wonder about her. What's her deal? Why do I care? Why do I go and look for her? I don't have a good feeling that it ends well for her. People have a habit of dying around me.
I heard a voice last night. A man's this time. Speaking some other language. Told me to pray? Fat chance of that ever happenin'. God left me a long time ago. I hate that fucker too. I have a strong suspicion that the feelings are mutual.
Tomorrows shower day… something to look forward too. Time to pay Jimmy the Guard, if he comes through with my goggles.
DAY SIXTEEN
Jimmy the Guard came though alright. A nice pair of black welders goggles. Fit like a glove and I must say, they make me look more mysterious. Now as for payment, well, that was the fun part.
Jimmy wanted to fuck me, but I told him that he would have to do a lot more than get me a pair of goggles for that honor. So, I fucked him. He had a tight little ass too. Proves he doesn't just give it out to anyone, that makes me special and it gives me leverage.
Jimmy's alright and I actually feel kinda bad using him for my own gain but shit, this is slam. If he doesn't know how this works yet, then he's in the wrong line of work. I don't think he expects us to run off and pick out curtains but maybe he thinks once I get out of the hole that it will be a steadier thing, or perhaps I'd protect him? Doubt it… I might if someone was trying to cut him down, I might step in, if I were here.
Looking for my out. After spending thirty days in the hole, I've had enough of this shithole. Jimmy's gonna be the key to my escape.
Wonder if he beats off at night thinking about me? Bet he does. I still plan on getting some of that ass the shrink keeps shaking around. Next time. I got my goggles now. She'll wonder where I got them, maybe even try to take them and then I'll pounce. I'll fuck her real good. Bet she's used to a bunch of pussy men sniffing around her. I'm gonna make her scream.
Getting a hard-on just thinking about it but I'm too lazy to jerk off. Funny, never thought that'd ever happen. Still pretty satisfied from Jimmy though. Gonna sleep now and maybe it will come to me how to get out of this rat trap.
DAY SEVENTEEEN
Saw the shrink today. She asked me all the usual questions? Do I have nightmares? Do I feel any remorse for what I've done? For the people I've hurt. To tell you the truth, I didn't kill anyone that didn't need killing. She doesn't see it that way. No one does.
People are stupid and blind. They think that the universe is a nice, friendly place full of rainbows and puppies. Well, I've never seen no rainbows and puppies really aren't my thing. Did I plan on becoming a murder? No, it was never in the game plan.
Joined the military to try and do something good with my life. Up until that point, I had nothing but the uncertainty of foster homes and shelters. Join the military and finally belong somewhere. Then, I get fucked over, again.
Do I hate myself for what I've become? No, I didn't have a choice. Kill or be killed. I like life to much to just lie down and die. Not much life in a slam though. That's why I refuse to stay put. Rather a short life on the run than a long, dismal existence in the slam.
She asked me to remove my goggles and look at her when I spoke. I refused. She chalked it up to some sort of self-preservation thing. That if I 'hid' behind the glasses, I would feel less vulnerable. Only thing I'm vulnerable to is the sunlight streaming in her leaded glass windows. It feels good on my skin though.
I ask her when she's gonna let me fuck her and chuckled when I see her body heat spike. She gasped in horror like I'm pig for even asking. Even thinking someone like her would fuck a lowlife like me. But her body can't lie to me, she was wet and ready. Next time. I told her next time not to wear panties. It'll make it easier, quicker penetration.
I'm actually looking forward to our next meeting.
DAY EIGHTEEN
Dream's came again. This one had a man with white hair and a glowing blue handprint on his chest. He mentioned Furya, claims he was Furyan too. Before he became something else. What that something else is, I'm not sure but I know his body heat wasn't reading normal.
He had some sort of a dagger, ceremonial I'm sure. Furyan? Maybe. I felt its power when I picked it up. Not sure what he wants me to do with it, my guess is kill someone. Lord Marshal? Who the fuck is that?
I can feel my own emotions, which is weird; I'm not a feeling kinda guy. I'm pissed and worried about someone. The girl maybe? The place was hot, Crematoria perhaps?
I'm sick of these dreams. Sick of trying to sort them out. Sick of sitting in this fuckin' cell. I'm sick of fucking around with Jimmy the Guard. I'm sick of these fucks thinking they're getting one over on me.
I can't wait to kill them all. Gut every last motherfucker I see. They thought I was a monster before, wait till they get a load of me now.
I can see everything now and they have no idea who they're fucking with.
DAY NINTEEN
Shower day today. Every fuckin' ten days, if I need it or not. Yeah right, I'm desperate for it but I'll never tell. Hot water, well warm water, soap and just being able to move. Fuckin' hole is too small. Jimmy's taking me again. Need to step up the game. Running out of time before I get out of the hole. I ain't going back to my cell I can tell you that.
Need to work him, make him faithful to me above the prison or warden. How? He sucked my cock, which was nice… maybe I should return the favor. I'm gonna need him to get out of here.
Here he comes. Show time.
I shower quickly so I have some extra time with Jimmy. When I get out, he's standing there, watching me and I can see the bulge in his pants. I smirk and ask if he needs some help with it.
I sit on the bench in front of him and watch as he takes his cock out of his pants. He's rock hard and I can see it weeping already. This won't take long. I take him deep, to the back of my throat and swallow. He's almost there already and I slip my finger in his ass and hit his prostate. He cums in my mouth and I swallow it down.
I told him that he can fuck me if he comes through with some information for me.
Will he squeal? Don't think so, knows I'd kill him for sure, and not in a nice way. I'd take him down first; take the whole fuckin' place down with me if I had too. I'm not dying here, no fuckin' way. Too much livin' left to do. Need to find out if the girl is real, if it's all real.
The shine job is real, that's for sure and I have no way to explain that one.
DAY TWENTY
Convinced Jimmy to take the chains off when I saw the shrink today. Told him that I've never hurt a woman and he knows it's true 'cause he's seen my sheet. Establishing trust. Can't hurt the woman but I can have my hands free to fuck her hard.
Jimmy knows what I'm up too, he ain't dumb. He's seen the shrink and unless he's gay, and he's not 'cause he's got a wedding ring on, he gets a hard-on when he sees her too.
I walk into her room and she's sitting there, behind her desk. All prim and proper. I sit in my usual chair and wait. She looks at my wrists and I can see a shiver run through her but she doesn't mention it.
Still don't know if she's got a skirt on or not but I can still smell her sweet honey. She stands and moves from behind the metal buffer. I smile slightly. A skirt, short and loose. Easy to push up and out of the way.
She stops walking and stands in front of me. Doesn't realize she's tempting the devil. Or maybe she does. I reach out, grab her hip and pull her toward me. I nestle my nose in her cleft with only the fabric of her skirt separating me from her wet pussy. I can smell her scent spike and I breathe deep.
Slid my hands under and cup her naked ass. I want to taste her so I nudge the fabric out of the way and settle my mouth over her mound. I snake my tongue out and lick at her gently and she spreads her legs more for me. I slide my mouth over her clit and suck hard.
She gasps and grabs onto my shoulders. Grinding her pussy into may face. Delicious. I eat her till she trembles and then cries out softy. She wants to scream but doesn't want to bring the guards down on her head.
Our times up now and she settles herself behind her desk again. I can smell her scent on me, taste her on my tongue and I'm so fuckin' hard I could scream.
I see her again in two days and I would bet my life, she's got another skirt on. Next time, I'm fuckin' her and she knows it.