7 comments/ 30282 views/ 8 favorites Riddick in Chains By: Moonscribe Riddick glares as you walk toward him. "What do you want?" he growls. "What do you think I want?" you ask. He rattles the chains and leans forward, eyes glittering. "To let me out of these chains." He tilts his head, then leans back, the light from a lamp in the corner of the room gleaming on his shaven skull. "But I'd be wrong about that, wouldn't I?" You nod, smiling. He rattles the chain for good measure, then stares silently at you. You let your gaze travel over his muscular body, the black t-shirt and black pants. They have chained him securely, legs and arms. His legs are splayed open. You let your eyes rest on the bulge between the thighs. He notices where you're staring. You look back into his eyes. "Don't even think about it," he warns. "Why not?" you ask innocently. "I ain't here for your pleasure. I ain't here for nobody's pleasure" "Aren't you?" His eyes narrow, silver slits in the gloom. You move forward, heart beating fast. You know he's killed people, that even chained as he is, he's still dangerous. He's an animal, predatory, wild, feral---captured, yes, but far from tame. But, you want him. Want him the way a staving man wants food, the way a thirsty man wants water. Even if it's possibly poisoned. You stop just in front of his legs. He looks up at you. You smell him. The heat of his skin. You reach over, touch his arm. Hard muscle underneath smooth skin. You lean closer, drawing the scent of him deeper into your lungs. Now you're close enough that his mouth is next to your ear. "Let me go," he whispers, his voice a rough purr. "and I'll make it worth your while." You smile, pull away from him, sliding your finger along his arm, over his shoulder, up his thick neck and onto his full, sensual lips. He tries to bite your finger. You pull it back, laughing softly. "Oh, you're going to make it worth my while, Riddick. But, I'm not going to let you go. The others don't want that. They're afraid of you. They're all out looking for supplies now. Won't be back for hours. It's just you and me." He snarls and jerks hard against the chains. They clatter in the close, steamy heat of the room. "Bitch!" You only smile. Then you fall to your knees, gazing up at him. His eyes are adamant in the darkness, glittering like shards of glass. You slide your hand over the bulge in his pants. It's thick and hard. A muscle twitches in his face. You unfasten the front of his pants. Good. He's not wearing any underwear. You ease his cock out. You can barely get your hand around it. You stroke it. He shudders in his chain. "Let me go, bitch!" You shake your head, stroking him faster. He stiffens in your hand, growing longer, thicker, harder. You lean forward and lick up and down the shaft. His thighs tremble. You move your mouth slowly around the head, the tip of your tongue edging the rim. He rattles his chains. You glance up. His face is tight, sweat gleaming on his skin, chest rising and falling. You smile up at him, then move your lips around the head and push down. "Fuck," he moans. You slide your mouth down the shaft. It's wet now, so it slides easily between your lips. You suck and roll your tongue around it. It tastes like he smells. Male heat. You suck harder. "You fucking bitch," he moans, but the chains are no longer rattling. You steal a glance up at him. He's leaning back in the chains, eyes closed, head back, chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths, hips pulsing in rhythm with your sucks. You suck and lick and tongue his thick, hot cock until you feel he's close to coming. Then you quickly pull away. Riddick's eyes fly open, molten silver in his slack face. His cock is hard, wet, glimmering in the shadowy light. "So, that's your little game," he growls, voice thick with arousal and rage. "You're just a tease. A cocksucking tease." "Oh, I'm more than that," you murmur. You stand and undo the front of your jumpsuit. Riddick watches, eyes gleaming. You push the jumpsuit over your arms, down your sides, and off your legs. Then you straddle him, easing his cock inside you. You moan appreciatively as it enters you. It's wet and hard from your mouth. You slide your arms around his neck, adjusting your body until he's deep inside you. Your breasts are just in front of his face. He looks up at you, face working as you slowly move your hips up and down. "Ummm, yes," you sigh, moving faster. He doesn't move, but he doesn't have to. You can move for the both of you. "When I get free," he grunts against your breast, tongue reaching out to lick at your nipple, "you're going to regret not having let me go." You ride his cock, head thrown back as he takes your breast in his mouth and sucks hard on it. "I'm counting on it," you whisper. You tighten your arms about his neck, breast enveloped by his hot mouth, wet tongue lashing your nipple. His cock spears you as you thrust yourself against him, wildly, frantically, the head so deep you can feel it pushing against the entrance to your womb. You rock against him, fucking him for all its worth. He moves his hips to meet your thrusts. The chains clink softly, then louder. He moves his mouth from your breast and onto your neck. He bites at your throat. You cry out, move faster. Now the both of you are in synch and the sweat from his body melds with your, his damp t-shirt sticking against your skin. You lower your arms, move them around his broad chest and dig your nails into his back. He groans, arms shuddering in his chains. It must hurt, you think, having his arms stretched out like that. You dig your nails deeper into his skin. He growls, then lifts his hips higher, faster, slamming his pelvis against you. He's ripping deep into you, but you don't stop and neither does he. You push your cunt against his groin, grinding yourself against his hard cock, his hard body. He calls you all kinds of names, names he's picked up from a dozen words. None of them are endearments. His breath is harsh, short, he's grabbing for air. As are you, lungs laboring to draw in more of the sex-drenched air. Hearts beating, cunt rasping, cock pulsing, sweat flowing, body's pounding. Ummm, yes, now you feel it, that sweet, inescapable pinnacle of release. It's right there, just on the rim of flesh meeting flesh. You close your eyes, waiting for it to sluice over you like sweet honey. You moan faster, rubbing your swollen beasts against his hot, muscular chest, body churning with your rising climax. Then, suddenly, you feel him moving erratically. You open your eyes and look into his, see the gleam in their silver depths. His mouth is twisted in a spiteful grin. He's trying to break the rhythm, trying to keep you from climaxing. Oh, no. You've come too far, risked too much to lose it now. You tighten your thighs about his waist, then move your arms from around his back and put your hands firmly on his shoulders. You ride him now, ride him like some wild stallion that refuses to be tamed. You force him back into the rhythm, squeezing your cunt hard around his cock. He jiggles his chains, snarling, growling, but his hips are back in synch with yours. Then, like a million icicles breaking, you shimmer into orgasm. Your back arches as you climax, every muscle in your body tightening. You moan, driving yourself onto his cock, wrenching another and still another orgasm from him. Then you feel him, rising inside you, moaning wildly as he ejaculates, his cock searing your cunt as he empties himself. You buck wildly against each other, sweat from your neck dripping onto his shoulders. You grab his face, slant your mouth over his, shove your tongue between his lips. He meets it, tongues twisting passionately about each other like his cock in your cunt. You shudder hard against him, climaxing one final time. Then you release his mouth and look down at him. "Let me go," he whispers. You push yourself off him, pulling your jumpsuit back. "Sorry, no can do. The others wouldn't like it." "Fuck the others." "I don't want to fuck them. I wanted to fuck you. And I have." Then you smile at him. "I'm going to make you pay for this," he says in a low, throbbing voice. "Big time." "Is that a promise?" "You bet, bitch." "Good." Before you fasten him back up, you gave his cock one last, long, leisurely lick. Then you do him back up. "See you around, Riddick." "Not if I see you first." You laugh and turn away, heading back to where you hear the others returning. Riddick in Chains Ch. 02 This story is my version in the continuation of Riddick in Chains written by Moonscribe. Since it got so many good reviews, it was a shame to not write a follow-up. This is homage to the original story and the author. Some of the characters and places are copyrighted and owned by David Twohy, Jim & Ken Wheat and Universal Studios. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended. Bryant, Riddick & Background Maintenance Crew No.32 Ashka Bryant walked back to the security room situated above the holding cell in the basement, where Riddick was still chained to the walls. She reached the security console just in time to catch a glimpse of red in monitor one, where the live feeds from a perimeter camera was being streamed. The others were returning to the Watch Outpost with supplies. Planet LV 426 was discovered by a science cruiser about ten years ago. It was deemed suitable to set-up human colonies as long as the vast deserts that encompassed the planet were converted into livable conditions. The only way to achieve that was to terraform the lands with Land Converter Towers (LCT), which had unmanned smart computers to search and mine water that subsisted below the deserts. It had taken almost ten years to finish building the LCTs and the towers had started doing their actual job since two years ago. Currently there were two LCTs, one in the southern hemisphere and one on the northern. They were monitored by a ten-man maintenance crew in the Watch Outposts. Maintenance crew handpicked from prison planets on account of good behavior were trained and sent to the Watch Outposts. The Outposts were the only human presence on the planet. As it was deemed too dangerous of a job, prisoners were recruited as a part of a service-pardon package. If they survived the one year service, they will be pardoned and released no matter how heavy their crime had been. The harsh conditions on the planet will probably kill them anyway and this was an insurance of sorts for legislators that many of them will not be released. The maintenance crew consisted of a military supervisor who was also the Outpost's Commanding Officer, a volunteer medical officer and the rest were prisoners. Sometimes, there were no volunteer medical officers and to date, there has been 22 deaths on the planet. The current CO of the southern hemisphere Watch Outpost is the second officer to take over leadership. The last one disappeared when he went out to retrieve supplies from orbital drop-ships. Bryant had been posted here for the past six months to service the big machines that ran the LCT. Before she was sent to Slam City, she had been a tech engineer with a cargo ship. Her job was to repair anything that was busted. Not too long ago, she repaired the brains of her ship captain who got aggressive on her. She ended-up in Slam City for a measly two years before she was recruited as a maintenance crew to LV 426. The desert heat, utter boredom and the CO's lack of sexual finesse (her sometime lover) drove Bryant to take a shine on the new guest they unwittingly received a week ago. They found him in a crashed escape pod half dead on a small hydro-phonic farm inside the Outpost complex. The left side of his body had sustained mild burns and there was a huge gaping wound in his stomach. It was a miracle his innards hadn't sprung out. There wasn't a medical officer with this crew and part of Bryant's job was to attend to minor injuries. She had a Class 2 cert in nursing, something she picked during a boring layover on a planet called Earth. He was unconscious for over a week after they had brought him to the infirmary. Being a vet of Slam City, she recognized who he was when she noticed the "shined" eyes while examining him. During her attempt to suture the wound in his stomach, he regained consciousness long enough to strangle her almost to death. If it wasn't for one of her colleagues who pinned down the sick man in time, she would've been casualty number 23. She didn't forgive him for that and she vowed her revenge soon. A revenge she fulfilled when she raped him in the holding cell. Bryant made sure that when he was healthy enough, he ended up in the holding cell in chains as a prisoner. She told her CO to check if there was a bounty on him. If Riddick was not in prison, then he must be running away from something, which meant there was probably a bounty on his head. She was right as they discovered a five million dollar bounty on him, client unknown. It was decided to be a ten-way split after they had sent a message across the system about their prisoner. They had already received two feedbacks and one of them was a guy called Toombs. Toombs and company's ETA was 48 hours 20 minutes and 15 seconds counting. A ghost of a smile played on her lips when she thought about the split. Toombs in LV 426 "2 million?!!!!! You gotta be kidding me man!!!" Toombs slammed his fists on CO Steiner's desk. "Look man, if I take 3 million to my crew, they will cut my throat and throw my corpse into orbit on this shitty planet," he said, pacing around the small office. Steiner stared at Toombs for a bit, and then he bent down and took out a bottle of whiskey from the desk drawer. He poured two shots and offered one to Toombs. Toombs looked at the cup as if though he was looking at something nasty. He grabbed it and drank the amber liquid in one go. Steiner took a small sip and said, "We took good care of the package so you don't bring back a corpse. If I'd let him die, nobody would get anything. Me and my crew got plans bout' the dough...if you ain't interested, I got someone else". Outside the window, the sun set into a blazing orange haze. The sound of the LCT machines had change to a slow, rhythmic pulse. Toombs poured himself another drink and said, "I'll give you 1.2 tops, no more and no fuckin' less. How much you think you can get outta the other merc, whoever the fuck he is?" Steiner secretly thought how good he was at playing this bargaining game. "Fine, 1.3 and I'll settle. We haven't had any casualties for awhile and it looks like most of us are going to survive this fuckin' piece o'shit place...we want to have a good time when we get outta here, you see?" he said. "Deal! I appreciate you taking care of the package and I'm sure you wanna lessen the burden of feeding another mouth...hehehehe...you drive a hard bargain Steiner. I'll keep that in mind next time I see you," Toombs laughed. Putting the whiskey bottle away, Steiner thought, "Not if Riddick cuts your throat and throw your corpse into orbit first Toombs". He pressed the com button on his desk and spoke into the microphone. Outside of Riddicks's Holding Cell "Bryant, get your ass to the holding cell and prepare the prisoner for transportation," Steiner's voice blared in the speakers over head. Bryant was preparing a syringe to drug Riddick. She looked at her colleague, Maintenance Crew No. 29 Gopi, as he prepared the stretcher from the infirmary. "Good riddance to bad rubbish. Hey Gopi, did you know this thing is as bad as cyanide but it can't kill you? It'll just give you a hangover you won't forget for a few years," she joked tapping the syringe. Gopi continued checking the straps on the stretcher silently. Bryant opened the cell door and mumbled to herself, "You're fuckin'A-class bore Gopi..." Riddick was awake and watched intently when they came inside with the stretcher. He smiled and said, "Well, well, well.....look who's here to put me to sleep. Hmmm, do I smell a deal made over me?" The sound of his laughter echoed through the room and Bryant stood in front of him. She held the syringe to his admiringly. "Richard B. Riddick. Mr. Murder himself. The most dangerous criminal in the universe, all chained up and vulnerable. You make me sick!" She spat at him. "I came to Slam City just after you escaped Riddick and heard all the stories about your...adventures. Are they all true? You don't look so dangerous right now to me. In fact, I think could...fuck you one more time before you go, right now, in front of this shithead. What you say?" she asked. Riddick cocked his head to his right then his left looking at Bryant's eyes. He grinned and told her something that made her skin crawl. "Little girl, your eyes betray you. Your mouth speaks tough but your eyes tell me what a scared little bitch you are. My offer's still open. Let me out of this chains and I'll think about sparing your life," he warned. Bryant jabbed the needle in his arm and whispered into his ears, "Fuck you asshole." Riddick's smile disappeared as his head lolled to his side. They unshackled the chains and put him on the stretcher. Gopi pulled the straps across his chest and legs tightly and they wheeled him out of the holding cell towards the elevator. A sound like fabric being ripped apart reached Bryant's ears but before she realized what was happening, she was thrown across the corridor. Her body hit the elevator doors violently and she slid to the floor like a puppet. Her vision darkened for a few seconds. When it cleared, she saw Riddick, freed from the straps, muscles flexed breaking Gopi's neck. The shock of being thrown, denied her body to get up and run away. She knew she was going to die but her body wasn't following her brain's orders. Riddick walked over to her, smiling and sober. She realized fearfully that somehow the drug didn't work on him. Shit. He grabbed her hair brutally and pulled her to her feet. She yelped an "ouch" and her hands automatically reached for her head. He put his face in front of her and growled sickeningly, "You should've taken my offer bitch. I told you you're gonna pay." Still holding her hair, he whacked her on the face and her body tried to slide down to the floor again. He kept a strong hold on her and he whacked her on the face again. She felt her lips busting and something warm wets her chin. The pain was so unbearable that she couldn't move her hands to protect her face. "I'm gonna show you now the same hospitality you showed me you cunt," he whispered threateningly. He dragged her by the hair to the stretcher and shoved her roughly on it. While pulling her khakis down, he felt something in the pockets. He found his goggles and puts them on. He also found two shivs, his. He laughed at the stupidity of the woman in front of him. He ripped her khakis and panties from her legs and threw them away. Through the blood and agonizing pain, she smelled his wild musky sweat. She could almost taste it in her mouth. Though scared out of her wits, she felt a familiar stirring between her legs. The memory of her raping Riddick and how good he felt inside her made her juices flow. She braced herself for what was coming. Hearing his pants being unzipped, her vagina quivered and wet itself. She smiled without realizing it. She sensed him getting on the stretcher, on top of her. His hands roughly parted her legs and his knees dug into her thighs painfully, keeping them splayed open. Her smile disappeared when she felt a searing hot pain between her legs. Her wet vagina was no match for his thick, long violent cock. His burning anger towards her made him mad enough to lose his mind. He shoved his cock into her womb violently and it tears up all the soft flesh inside. Her eyes flew open and she saw him grinning like a maniac in the act of killing a small animal. The excruciating pain in her vagina made her struggle against him but he put his hands around her throat and started strangling her. Just like that other time he strangled her. First she panicked then her panic turned into rage. She struggled harder, trying to throw him off the stretcher while his cock battered her injured vagina. Her hands found his face and she hit him repeatedly. Unfazed by the mild attack, he kept up the rhythm of his cock hammering into her without breaking. A deep grunting sound escaped his throat every time he went in her, "Ungh, ungh, ungh." She felt him pulsing and throbbing between her legs and the violent act made her vagina dry-up. The dry fiction made it ache even more like someone had poured hot water into it. His thrust became deeper and deeper and she felt as if though he was trying to split her body apart. Bryant screamed through the blood in her mouth and she heard him laughing. "So you do like it huh?" he said sarcastically, panting like he was running a marathon. He pushed his body deeper into hers and she felt his cock entering all the way into her cervix. She thought this was a worse way to die than getting your neck broken. Riddick's huge pulsating cock stretched her hole until a tear developed between her vagina and anus. He knew how he was hurting and injuring her and it excited him even more. He battered her vagina faster and faster, while she screamed. The sound of her screams brought him near an explosive climax. He persevered for a few seconds and without warning, he slid his cock out and flipped her around in one quick movement. While she laid on her chest struggling to breath, he violently shoved his cock into her anus. The scorching new pain made her pass out. Almost nearing climax, he grabbed her hair and tilted her neck to the back. She regained consciousness from the sudden movement just in time to hear him growl as she felt his cock swelled even more. It was like hearing a tiger getting ready to pounce on its prey. He rammed his cock into her again and again as an explosive orgasm ripped through his body. He made a sound like someone had just stabbed him with a knife. He ejaculated uncontrollably into her bowels and the massive amount of semen splashed out of her anus all over his groin. His spent body fell on top of hers while she struggled to breath. She heard him pant aggressively behind her. She lied still hoping he would take his still hard cock out, painfully lodged inside her. "Are you gonna kill me now motherfucker?" she cried through clenched teeth. He pulled his cock out and stood up. She heard him putting his pants back on and turned her body to face him. She didn't want him to stab her in the back while she wasn't looking. She felt so violated that she threw up. Every organ inside her body hurt like hell. The excruciating pain between her legs made them draw up automatically. Picking up her khakis, Riddick threw it on her face and growled, "I ain't done with you yet. You're coming with me. I need some entertainment when I get outta here." Coming Soon:-Riddick In Chains 3 Riddick in Chains Ch. 03 The Escape Riddick easily got to the hangar without being detected even though he had a captive with him now. Once reaching Toombs' ship, he managed to take out two of the crews loitering there. They never knew what hit them. He strapped Bryant onto a cot behind the cockpit and tight up her hands and legs. By the time the others realized what had happened, the ship had taken off into the night sky. When they reached orbit, Riddick saw another ship entering the planet. He plotted course on the navigator console and set the ship on auto pilot. Sore and vulnerable from the rape she had endured, Bryant fell asleep on the cot tired from the painful excitement. Riddick turned around and saw her sleeping. "Make yourself comfortable little girl, you're gonna be here for awhile," he thought. In Toombs'Ship Ashka Bryant's eyes opened slowly to a strange surrounding. She didn't recognize the room she was in and through hazy vision she saw a black space with white dots in them. Her brain woke up bit by bit to an uncomfortable feeling of being wet on the lower part of her body. She sat up suddenly on the cot and her eyes watered from the stinging sensation between her legs. She remembered the violation on her body. She also remembered where she was even before her eyes focused on the windscreen of the ship. The black space with white dots was the space and stars. She saw Riddick sitting in the pilot's chair, sipping something in a cup. The ship seemed to be moving at normal speed and the sight on the windscreen looked familiar, like Ursa Luna. She doubted it was Ursa Luna, the planets were aligned wrongly. The sound of her getting out of the cot alerted Riddick. He turned his head slightly and watched her from the corner of his eye. He put the cup down on the control console and said, "Don't try anything stupid." Swaying erratically, she found a little lavatory cubicle in the back. It was fitted with a sink and a mirror. She splashed water on her face and took off her khakis and panties, finding them spotted with dried blood. She splashed water on her crotch and used the paper towels next to the sink to wipe the blood away. Sitting on the lavatory, she cried as she struggled to pee through the burning sensation. She talked to herself, thinking about how she was going to escape from this maniac. Angrily, she screamed profanities at Riddick. The thought of cutting his throat from ear to ear consoled her rage. After cleaning herself up, she walked to the cot and stared at him. "What're you gonna do with me? Why didn't you just kill me?" she snapped at him. Riddick stretched himself like a cat and said, "I'm selling you to a brothel once we get to the Taurus system but before that I need to make a stopover." She wiped the tears on her cheeks with her shirt sleeve and asked, "How long have I been here?" "Two days," he answered. Bryant had been sleeping for two days since they left LV 426. They must have traveled quite a distance so far. She wondered about the stopover and planned her escape. She lied back on the cot and closed her eyes. Sensing movement, she opened them and saw Riddick standing in front of her. She cringed away from him pushing herself further into the walls of the ship. "Please...no more...," she pleaded. The muscles on his arms flexed and a twitch developed on his forehead. The overhead lights sent a reflection on his gleaming bald head. He knelt down and touched her arm. She cringed away even more. She couldn't see his eyes in the goggles and the goggles made him look as menacing as ever. Suddenly he pulled her legs down to the floor and parted them. His upper body was now between her legs. "If you struggle, it'll only hurt more," he warned her. Bryant looked at him defiantly and to his amused amazement, she pushed him away and took off all her clothes. "Just be quick," she snarled. Pants dropping to his calves, he got on top of her. She quickly put her fingers in her mouth and reached down to her vagina to make it wet. "I like a woman who takes the initiative," he laughed before sliding his cock into her welcoming opening. Her forehead clenched with the stress she experienced while a small moan escaped her lips. She only felt pain when he first entered then the moans turned into something akin to pleasure. Riddick's eyes lock onto hers and she became transfixed by his gaze, unable to let it go. He fucked her swiftly, up and down, pulling his cock all the way out then sliding it back in again. She closed her eyes unable to withstand the strange feelings washing over her. Tilting her head back, her fingers grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper inside her. He groaned. She tried to stop his rapid movement and eased him into a slower, rhythmic pattern. His lips brushed against her breasts and she groaned when he bit her nipple. Her body shuddered while goose bumps spread all over her skin. His mouth found the small gold chain on her neck and tugged at it while they were started moving against each other in sync. Against her better judgment, Bryant enjoyed this sexual act, trying to close her mind to the earlier rape memories. Her instincts told her to submit, to enjoy and to pleasure him so that he won't kill her before she escaped at the stopover. Her legs encircled his body and she felt his groin rubbing against the sweet spot inside her labia, her clitoris. The cool air inside the ship didn't prevent them from sweating profusely while they had sex. He reared his chest up and slipped off the black top he wore. The two bodies were now one, wet and slick. She tried to kiss him, her tongue tried to part his thin lips but he turned his face away. Offended, she bit his cheek and he reacted by pinning her down strongly on the cot. He gripped her waist and rode her faster, cock plunging into her. The new turn of events had made him so excited that he couldn't control himself. He almost came inside her. She realized what was happening and she matched his hard thrusting movement in order get an orgasm out of him. All the pain she felt previously was now forgotten as his cock slid in and out of her drenched vagina. She rubbed her clitoris furiously against the thick bush of hair on his groin. As his movement became faster and faster, her orgasm built deep inside the recesses of her body and mind. She moaned louder and although he didn't want her to come, he was too busy concentrating on his own building climax. She hugged his body tighter and tasted the sweet sweat on his neck. "Yes, yes, yes Riddick, fuck me, fuck me harder," she bellowed at him, eyes still closed. Unable to control himself anymore, Riddick's hips rose, cock deeply lodged inside her vagina, rapidly pounded her in short, quick movements. She screamed as her orgasm ripped out of her in waves, nails digging into his back leaving long, red welts. It was so powerful that she saw stars and bit his neck, breaking the skin and opening a new bleeding wound. "Fuuuck," he groaned and emptied himself deep in her womb, the veins in his cock twitching and almost bursting. He kept fucking her as his cock squeezed out every last drop of semen into her. He sighed heavily and went limp on top her while she still felt him twitching at the opening of her vagina. They lay on the cot still entwined together for a long time. Bryant stared at the ceiling, unblinking while she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Riddick got up and dressed himself and she noticed that he didn't have his goggles on. She had been so caught up in the encounter that she didn't realize he had taken the goggles off and she had been looking into his silvered eyes. She fell asleep watching him doing something on the ship's control console. Later on, Riddick hears her moaning in her sleep. He touched her forehead and discovered she was burning with a fever. The lip he busted while raping her looked raw and infected. He concluded the wounds she sustained during the rape and the subsequent sex they had had caused some internal problems. He found a medic-kit and administered some antibiotics to her. Touching the healing wound on his stomach remembering her nursing him, he cleaned up her wounds and rationalized he needed a healthy specimen to sell later. When she woke up ten hours later, she found healing gel on her lip and the stinging sensation between her legs was gone. Riddick gave her some food and asked her why she spent time in Slam City. "I killed someone. I put a screwdriver in his brain. They gave me ten years for that but I took my chances with LV 426. Slam City is a fucked-up place," she said while sipping coffee. He smirked sarcastically and said, "Guess you're not the demure lady I suspected you were." With some food in her stomach and hot coffee in her hands, she was in a good mood and continued talking. "I grew-up in a cargo ship. My parents were dock workers who put in 18 hours a day counting crates. My earliest memories were watching my mother loading and unloading crates on weird planets," wistfully she said. "But they died in an explosion when was 10. I stayed in the cargo ship, doing the same job they did. When I turned 15, the supervisors used me as their personal fuck toy. I'm used to being raped, so you weren't the first one," she said with no remorse. Riddick kept silent listening to her, trying to figure out if she was expecting him to care. She stopped talking then abruptly she asked, "You never knew your parents did you? You have always been alone, that's why you don't care about anything." "But there was a Jack...," she murmured to herself. He turned around sharply from the console and barked, "What?!" She looked at him and replied, "I said you don't care." "You said something after that, what was it?" he asked and strode over to her menacingly. She blinked into a cup for awhile and replied, "I didn't say anything after that, what are you talking about?" "Don't play games with me...who are you? You said something you possibly couldn't have known," he barked and stared at her. She kept quiet, thinking not to provoke him further.