Author's note: Riddick's thoughts are italicized/separated since this is Lysia's narrative.

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Necromongers! Now I feel stupid . Oh and Riddick didn't explain because he got pissed off, and like me, hates justifying himself. He left her because she told him to and he was too mad to care what happened to her.

I apologize for taking so long to update this story, as well as my others. I got pregnant Summer 2011 and moved to a house with no internet, and no computer. I just now got a new laptop, and delivered my baby girl, so I promise to finish my stories and stop making my fans wait! I really am sorry that I've let my stories go so long without an update, and I know it's frustrating to wait forever for a new chapter. For those of you who have stuck with me, I salute you.

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Chapter 15

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R.B.R.

Bastard.

My feet slosh dirty water on the street. I don't even know where I'm going, but wherever it is, I'll be there first.

Bastard ass.

I pass by the old cement warehouse I found for us and hear Khio (great, now I'm calling it by its name) crying out for Lys. Unbidden, I have images flash into my head of crushing the kitten's bones. I shake my head, droplets of sweat flying off it. Killing animals for fun isn't like me. I kill for food and to survive. And when I'm pissed off. But never non-food animals, or women and children. That's one thing the Necromongers don't have: morals. They kill everything, even little kittens, without flinching or staying up at night with guilt.

Bastard ass bitch.

Ruthless killers. Guess that's why no one likes them. Maybe I should reform the pussies, now that I'm king and all. That would take a lot of effort, and executions. Maybe I should just…..

Bastard ass bitch fucker.

I stop walking, finally annoyed that my efforts to keep my mind off the situation aren't working. Each time it creeps up, a new word is added to my opinion of Razhir. Bastard ass bitch fucker dick-

Wait….

Bitch fucker.

Lysia.

My fingernails dig into my hands and draw blood. He'll touch her naked body. I roar in anger, so loud I hear about twenty guard dogs whimper in fear. If he touches my mate, I'll kill him.

I'll kill-

All of the sudden I notice what's in front of me.

Shit, the flunkies are here.

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Ah, no more stupid headache. I lift my arms to stretch, but one doesn't go far.

Oh fuck wank bugger shitting ass head and hole!

I am SO NOT tied to a bed and naked! ASS. HOLE. I panic. Being restrained in any way scares the living shit out of me. Knowing that someone could walk in and start touching me, not stopping even if I beg them to. I start to cry, too scared to be tough, and tug half-heartedly at my bonds. I might be a badass killer, but I'm still a woman.

Every noise in the hallway is Razhir coming to rape me. Every voice is a hitman waiting for his turn. Keep it together. Just remember Riddick touching you and it won't be so bad.

Razhir emerges after an hour of constant terror, which made my head start to throb. He smiles at me, wearing a pair of pants that is missing the crotch piece, leaving his tool hanging in the wind. My mind registers a few snide comments I could give, since Riddick's cock is way more impressive, but I'm too afraid.

"It's been many years since I had a woman," Razhir muses. His right hand creeps down and strokes his dick, his gaze travelling up and down my naked body.

"No doubt the brothels all turn you away," I say quietly, lacking my normal strength. "Must be your sweaty smell." I gulp.

He sniffs a few times, his nose still taped up. "You still smell incredible. But it seems my smell does nothing to you anymore."

I bend one stiff leg in a stretch. "Should it?"

"All Furyan males will smell potent to you, each scent slightly different, depending on your attraction to them. Once you become mated, only your mate's smell will remain potent, and other Furyan males will smell normal."

Only my mate's smell will…..Oh god.

"I've heard of Furyan females still smelling powerful even after bonding with their mate. Some of our females can have two mates, if they wish. You, on the other hand, will only have me." He walks closer and some of his pre-cum drips onto me. "I'll fuck you senseless whenever I choose and you won't have the strength to fight me." His hand stroked faster. "I'll take you from behind and pound you until you can't cum anymore. You'll be my sex slave, and you'll love every damn minute of it. I'll even let you have females to pleasure you when I'm gone. If you beg me."

Don't chuck. "Sorry, I'm not into cooter."

"You'll be into whatever I say you're into, slave."

I furrow my eyebrows at him in confusion. "Who died and made you my master?"

His hand came fast, slapping my face, leaving it dripping with his cock fluid. "I will beat you if you anger me. Be nice, and I'll be gentle your first time. I won't make it hurt when I break your virgin pussy open."

Geez, this guy is weird. Talk about a freak beneath the sheets.

"I'm not a-"

"Silence," he says loudly, moving to straddle me, his huge, but still not my kind of huge, cock right next to my not-virgin vagina. "I will finally be strong." He starts to rub my pussy with his cock, sliding up and down, hitting my clit…..and not turning me on in the slightest. He notices. "Why are you not dripping wet for me?"

The door slams open, and two men stand in the doorway. I recognize their clothing, and scowl. Necromongers.

"You will remove yourself from the woman," the bigger of the two says, his voice so formal he could've been discussing tea flavors.

"You and what ar-" Razhir turns and sees who they are. Yep. THAT army. The smaller one shoots his weapon and Razhir falls down dead. Fuck.

"Hey! My kill!" The two men break my bonds and one hands me a robe, which even closed dips to show my cleavage and part of my stomach. They then escort me to the throne room, which is now filled with Necromongers. I instantly look for Riddick, to my own annoyance, and find him sitting on the throne, looking very hot. I hate him for looking hot.

He stands up and walks down the stairs towards me. "Lys, you're alright?" I nod, and don't add to it. "I'm so relieved," he says with a smile, which isn't sarcastic at all. He reaches out for me and I step away.

"No touchy. I still haven't forgiven you."

His eyes narrow. "I didn't do shit to you, girl." Hmm. Piss him off and I go from 'Lys' to 'girl.'

"Oh really? How about you didn't tell me you're the king of the piss-ants who killed my father! And how you were going to steal my strength!"

Now he looks perplexed. "Steal your strength?"

"Yes! That was your game, wasn't it? Steal my strength and then you'll be unstoppable! I can't believe I fell in love with you!" I start to stomp off, but his large hand grabs my arm, and pulls me to his chest.

"You love me, Lys?" Back to 'Lys,' eh?

I hesitate. I can't tell him the truth, or he'll walk all over me. "No, asshole. I don't love you."

He holds me against his chest, which is half bare and way too hot for us to be in public. "You damn liar." He crushes his lips to mine, and my body betrays me, heating me to a burning level. "I'll never hurt you, Lys."

I pull away and stare into his brown eyes. "Now who's lying." I walk out the door and don't look back.

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