The next morning, Riddick woke up and rolled off the couch. The smell of blood hit him before anything else and he immediately went into his bedroom. Arielle was still there, strapped to the bed and naked from the waist down. Riddick took one long look at her and instantly felt guilt for what he'd done the night before. Her face, neck, wrists and legs were covered in bruises, her lip was swollen and bloody and she had a black eye. As Riddick drew closer to the bed he saw that Arielle's nose was bleeding fresh blood and there was dried blood and fluids between her legs. All in all Riddick had done a number on the girl and for the first time in his life, he felt bad about it.

"Arielle." Riddick called softly. "Arielle, are you awake?" His question was answered by the girl's body shuddering and choking noises issuing from her throat. Riddick took a step towards the bed and then stepped back as Arielle began spitting out the blood she was choking on. After a moment he stepped forward again and undid the restraints. The leather dropped to the floor and Riddick lifted Arielle into a sitting position. Her eyes opened drowsily and she spat blood onto her lap before whimpering softly. Riddick grabbed a wad of the sheets and pressed them against Arielle's face to stop the blood from her nose.

"Mmmfp." She moaned weakly from behind the sheets. Riddick pulled them away and looked at her. "My…medicine."

"What?" Riddick asked. "Where is it?"

"By the door." She whispered weakly.

Riddick dropped the sheets and moved into the main room. By his front door, where he'd snatched Arielle inside the night before, there was a black bag. Riddick rifled through this bag and realized that it had a few spare clothes and several bottles and vials of medicine. Not knowing which one Arielle needed, he brought the whole bag to her. When Riddick gave the bag to the sickly girl, she pulled out a small case from the pocket. Inside the case were several small syringes filled with clear golden liquid. Arielle took one of these syringes and jabbed it into her leg. Minutes later, the blood running from her nose slowed and her breathing became more regular. Riddick sat by and watched as she swallowed pills and injected fluids. After a long moment, Arielle finally stopped and pushed the bag away from her. She took a few deep breaths and then opened her eyes to look at Riddick.

"I tried to tell you." She said before sliding off the bed, pulling her pants back on and getting unsteadily to her feet. Arielle stumbled into the bathroom and started to try and clean herself up.

"You should've tried harder." Riddick said, resuming his cold nature.

Arielle spun around with fury in her eyes and lunged at Riddick. She managed to get a decent punch to his face and another to the cracked rib before he slammed her to the floor.

"Tried harder!" She screeched. "I fucking fought to tell you!" She tried to lunge at him again and was tossed aside once more.

"You didn't try hard enough."

"Oh well I'm sorry I didn't beat the shit out of you and tie you down before I told you!" She spat venomously. "Next time I'll make sure you're on the receiving end of the pain and shame."

With that, Arielle threw herself into the bathroom and locked the door. Riddick slammed his hand flat against it and warned,

"If you leave, it'll be worse next time."

With that, he turned and left the room. The day went by with Riddick and Arielle ignoring each other and the tension growing in the room. Finally, Riddick left for his nightly mark and Arielle was left alone in the apartment. When Riddick returned at dawn, he once more found the door unlocked and automatically assumed the worst. His rage flared as he checked the house for Arielle. When his first round turned up empty, he went back into the bedroom for his shivs. Dead or alive was the original warrant for the girl. He would rather deliver her dead than have to deal with chasing her down like a child every night. When Riddick opened the bedroom door, he saw Arielle lying on the bed wearing a silky short nightgown. She looked up at Riddick with a sultry gaze and smirked.

"I left." She said tauntingly. "You gonna punish me?" The air in the room suddenly became thick with lust and a carnal desire to mate.

Riddick growled and pulled his shirt over his head before striding to the bed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" With that, he flopped onto the other side of the bed and closed his eyes. He felt a shift in the air and opened his eyes to see his own shiv glinting menacingly over his throat. With lightning reflexes, he grabbed Arielle's wrist and sat up, giving himself better control of the small girl. Ariella laughed and tossed the shiv aside with a flick of her fingers.

"Kidding." She grinned before pushing against Riddick with a surprising amount of strength. Riddick rolled backwards and took her with him. The result of which was Arielle mounted atop Riddick's torso. Riddick watched as she leaned down and then he felt the brush of soft lips against his neck. Was she kissing him? He wasn't sure but he knew he didn't deserve anything like a kiss from her…not with the way he'd treated her the night before. Riddick pulled away when he felt the press of her lips against his own.

"You're twisted." He growled before rolling and throwing Arielle off of him. Riddick stood up on the other side of the bed and looked down at the almost naked woman in front of him. Aside from the bruises he'd caused, she was beautiful. He didn't take his time looking at her before and now he realized that he'd overlooked the swell of her breasts and the way her stomach sloped down gently.

"Hello? Kidnapper-Rapist? You in there?" Arielle's voice brought Riddick back to reality and he realized that he had been staring at her for longer than he should have. She'd moved to the edge of the bed and was kneeling in front of him now. "Oh good." She said and caressed his bare chest. "You are alive in there." She trailed her hand down Riddick's arm and moved his hand to her bare thigh before guiding it upwards, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything beneath the nightgown. Riddick growled and leaned into Arielle until she fell against the bed. His hand continued to slide up her body and he grabbed a handful of her breast before growling softly.

"What's the catch?" He murmured into her ear. She shook her head and let out a tiny gasp of pleasure.

"No catch." She replied with lust lacing every word.

Riddick looked into her eyes and then lifted the silky fabric over her head and cast it to the floor. His hands roamed her body, drawing moans of pleasure from her, while her hands searched lower for the button of his pants. She found it and popped it open and, with a little wiggling, Riddick's full manhood sprung forth. Arielle looked down and grinned. Riddick bit her neck gently while he positioned himself at her entrance. Just before he plunged his length into her, Riddick pressed his lips against Arielle's. When he slid inside of her, he felt he moan leave her throat and vibrate against his lips.

"Oh god, yes." She moaned breathlessly.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Oh mon dieu, oui." She breathed in French. "Baise-moi!"

Riddick growled and began to speed up and slam into the small girl with more force. Soon he was drawing screams of pleasure and moans of ecstasy from Arielle as she writhed around. He felt when her muscles tightened around his delicate parts and it wasn't too long afterwards that he felt his release. Riddick growled and pulled the girl into him as he rolled over and threw a blanket over them. He held her close and the two of them drifted off to sleep.