When I heard the man's breathing increase I knew he was awake. I picked myself up off the ground and walked slowly towards the room. I knew I had to be careful AND watch out for the bastard Johns.
But what I didn't know was the there was a danger that was greater than anything man had ever known. I could since that we weren't alone, but that no one else had survived the crash. I licked my parched lips and walked into the room.
When Riddick stiffened I knew he had caught my scent. I walked towards him and stopped.
"Why didn't you run when you had the chance?" I asked. My voice was soothing, yet held a deadly tone to it. Riddick turned his head so it was facing me.
"Why do you care? For all I know, you could want to kill me yourself." He ground out in his husky tone. I shivered delicately and then leaned forward and sniffed his neck, memorizing the scent.
"Because, you have a primal side, just like me. I can hear it, feel it, sense it. But most of all, because even if you are a mass murderer, you don't need to be chained up like this." I said sighing. "And trust me, I've had a fair share of being tied up."
As soon as the sentence left that perfect little mouth of hers. I started picturing her tied up, in the most exotic stances. I could feel myself getting hard just from fantasizing about her.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why what?" She asked confused.
"Why were you tied up?" I heard her go 'oh' in realization.
"Because where I come from, to have a primal side, to be able to do things most normal humans can't, is considered mental. They locked me up in an asylum and called me a freak, a mental little girl, a menace to society. I learned to live with what they were saying but it did hurt. When I finally got free, I decided to go to a place where I wasn't considered a freak of nature and just be accepted." Her voice sounded so sad, it was filed with longing and suddenly, against my own will, I was wanting to reach out and caress her face, show her that she was accepted.
I tightened my jaw and then glared at the floor.
"But princess, no one is normal. No one has the right to call you these things. You are you, no matter what they say. Trust me I was met with almost the same thing as you." Why in name of the great gods was I saying those things to the girl.
"So why do you kill?" She asked curiously. I rolled my eyes.
"I do it to survive, to get through life. It's my instinct to do so." I said.
"I have instincts too, but I don't go around killing people. I work around them." She said smiling at me. I grinned evily.
"Not all of have the will power to not shed the precious blood humans need to live. Some of us love to watch the life drain out of their eyes, leaving them blank, dull." I wanted to continue on but I started inspecting my surroundings. I saw a break in the metal that I was chained to.
I popped out my shoulders and moved them so they were in front of my torso. Popping them in was a pain the fucking ass. But I managed to move them to the side so I was free.
Watching Riddick pop out his shoulders was enough to make mine hurt. When he popped them back in I let out a gasp and almost held out my hand to rub his joints.
He moved so that the chains were free. I smiled and then turned to walk out. I had to make sure it looked like he escaped when no one was looking. I felt the air shift and turned to find the room empty and the only thing that would let someone know that there was someone there, was the dust, shifting in the windless air.