Descent 1

author: EvilGrin
title:DESCENT
Rating: NC17 for violence and sex
Fandom: PB
Disclaimer: as much as I’d like to, no, I don’t own Riddick, everything else is out of my demented little head
Summary: Riddick is captured with mercs. While in transit, another, more valuable bounty is brought on board and things get out of hand.
Pairing: Riddick and Anise Jayne (OFC)
archive:fdb,vx
note:Riddick thoughts/conversations, in italics…
Feedback:In this thread only please. No shreds; I write for fun only
13 Jan 2006, 17:05
Copyright ©2005-2006 xxxevilgrinxxx
::DESCENT::

::ONE::

The bit cuts into the sides of my mouth. Work it loose, as much as I can. It’s padded, where it meets the corners of my mouth. Wouldn’t want to damage the property. Use that to my advantage. The rest of the restraints are padded for the same reason. So as not to damage my skin. They’re tighter than the bit though. So I try and work the bit loose.

I’ve been in the dark for this entire trip, blindfolded. Not that that matters much, I’ve been living in almost complete darkness for what must be about seven years, if my math is right. My eyes hurt too much, for what that’s worth, when they took it off anyways. This is easier. At least familiar. It’s something I can work with.

There are four of them, and they brought dogs with them this time. Can’t tell how many, not used to smelling dogs, or tracking them in the dark. From the sounds though, they don’t seem all that pleased about it. They get close, I can feel their breath. If I turn to them, they yelp, and I can hear them scurry back. I don’t think this is something the men expect. The dogs get yelled at for it. Maybe the dogs are smarter than the people who brought them.

Four men. One each to hold a chain attached to each wrist. One pulls the chain at my waist. This connects to my cuffed ankles. Cuffed, not shackled, so at least I have a little room to move. Seems somebody didn’t do their homework. One to try to control the dogs. Every once in a while tug a little on one, and then the other of the wrist chains, see how much play I’ve got. See just how big those two men are that are holding them. Not so bad. About 180, tops, a little lighter on the right side, but he pulls back a little firmer. The guy on the left doesn’t seem to be so worried about it. Keep that in mind. One man in front, almost directly in front of me, given the direction he’s pulling me in. Man with the dogs is behind me, shouting at the dogs. Distracted.

I have no intention of being brought back again. I hear he just wants to keep me as a pet. Maybe in the scheme of things that’s not so bad. The last was so much worse. But kept is kept, and I have had my fill of being kept.

Must be ready to load me onto whatever transport they’ve managed to get. Ramp. The guy behind is having a hard time with the dogs. Yelping. Swearing. So three, within reach. Slight tug on my waist, as the man in front moves up the ramp, the line pulling taut. Shorten my steps a little, so he’ll get closer to pull me up. Must be a narrow ramp, the two chains at my wrist slacken, as the two men follow me up, just a step behind. Very close. No fear from them. Work the bit.

Inside the ship now, the waist chain slackens just a bit. No incline. The two men on either side, feeling sure of themselves. Haven’t fully taken up the slack. There’s someone else in the room, I can smell him, but I can’t be worried about that now.

Work the bit completely free, tearing my lip in the process. There’s a time when it would have hurt. Hell, maybe it does hurt. I wouldn’t know anymore. I’ve been in pain so long I couldn’t tell.

The left man is the weak link, lean towards him, pretend to be falling. Men expect women to be weak. He reaches down to grab me. Means only one hand is on that chain, and his heart really wasn’t in it to begin with. Pull it out of his hands. He makes a grab for it, but my bit is loose. I can’t see him, but that’s not much of a problem, I’m used to the dark. Bite. Feels like a wrist, he pulls back, falling over something. It’ll take him a second to get his balance and his nerve back. Shorten the chain just enough, swinging it out in an arc to catch the man on the right. Cuts flesh, scent of blood, a scream. Man in front with the waist chain pulls hard, to try and pull me off him, which lets me know exactly where he is. Lunge forward in the direction of the pulled chain. Have to settle for my teeth, the man on the right is pulling the chain back, pulling me off him.

“Get off him you bitch!!”

“Don’t bother talking to her, she doesn’t speak, I don’t think she even understands what you’re saying.”

“What kind of fucking animal are you?”

This is followed by a boot to the side, the man regaining the left chain, pulling me over onto my back.

“Don’t fucking damage her!!!”

“She’ll have time to heal up before we deliver her. Fucking bitch nearly took my eye out with that chain.”

“You should have held onto it a little better then.”

“Easy enough for you to say, back there with the dogs. Exactly what goddamn use are they anyway? They’re scared to death of her!”

“Hmmmf, Pretty funny, considering this guy wants her for a guard dog anyways.”

Pat on the head.

“Nice doggy, be nice and maybe we’ll feed you on this trip.”

Really easy to feel safe doing that, now that everybody’s holding on real tight to those chains.

“Somebody get that fucking bit back in her mouth…NICELY…crazy bitch filed her teeth, get her strapped in and let’s get the hell out of here. Don’t know which one of these paydays is worse.”

Pulled back into a chair, arms pulled up, the chains attached. Cuffs attached to the foot of the chair. You bet your ass I smell fear now. Let out a growl, as a hand nears, to put the bit back in my mouth. Feel the hesitation. Another hand pulls me by the hair, and the two of them get the bit back in my mouth.

“Nicely done, babe…”

Deep voice, directly across from me. Turn my head a little, Smile. As much of a smile as I can, given the circumstances. More like just baring my teeth. I can’t see him of course. The voice makes it hard to tell exactly where he is. Ten feet, max.

“You shut up back there, Riddick.”

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