15 Jan 2006, 11:55
Not bad at all. Got the bit off, the blindfold off, and managed to get down to one chain. The mercs think they’ve humiliated her. I get the feeling she doesn’t see it that way. Tested that chain before she backed up, and curled up. Didn’t cover up in front of me either. A waste of time, I was going to look anyway. Then again, it’s almost black in here. Probably has no idea that I can see her clearly. Interesting that she didn’t even try. Makes me wonder just what she was kept for. Definitely not for conversation. Not built well enough, or maintained well enough to be a whore.
There’s not a mark on her, except for four small scars on her spine. Something just under the skin. Nothing really stands out about her. Well defined muscle, sleek. Pale skin. She looks a little tired, other than that, it’s hard to tell her age. I get the feeling she looks younger than she is. I can’t tell colours apart, everything’s in pinks and purples to me, but her hair must be almost black, just to her shoulders. Light eyes, maybe blue. I’d ask her if I thought she could answer me.
Like I said, not a mark on her. Surprising, given what a little savage she is. Fuck, now there’s a thought that will make a man hard. Small breasts, a shame, she would look nice if they were bigger. Small dark nipples. Very fucking cold water they hit her with. Small dark patch of curls. Her ass is barely a handful. Can’t complain. I haven’t fucked anything in a while. Great. Now I’ll be thinking about that all night.
The thing with the dogs surprised me, I would have figured they’d never come out. Of course, now she’s going to smell like dog. Maybe I’ll have to hose her off again when I get loose. Right now I’d settle for just one free hand. She smells a hell of a lot better than she did before they hosed her off. She’ll only a few feet from me, maybe six. Sweet. Definitely going to hose that dog smell off her.
I can’t see in the dark, like some people think. I’ve just been in the dark so long that it doesn’t scare me anymore. That lack of fear lets me focus on my other senses. So I know the man they call Riddick is watching me. I can feel his eyes on me. I wonder if he’s in the same boat I’m in, using other senses to see me in the dark.
Unlike the little merc they sent in here earlier, the scent of arousal is heavier on him. His breathing has changed, I can feel him controlling it. A subtle shift of the hips. Good to know I’m not the only one uncomfortable here.
The dogs are back. Three. Cold noses. Curl up, glad for the warmth. And wait.
Maybe those dogs aren’t so bad after all. Warmed her up anyways. She was so pale she was nearly white, now she’s gone back to that light pink again. Knees are still curled up, with a dog curled into the hollow of her body, it’s nose in her belly. Chained right arm behind her. Tits up. Not bad, at this angle. Small, but pretty enough to look at. Nipples a dark pink against her skin. Whimpers in her sleep. Nightmare. A dog licks her face, waking her. She nuzzles him back, that sexy low growl.
Door to the bay cracks open. It’s the little merc, with food, water, and clothes. A shame about the last, I wouldn’t mind seeing her naked for the rest of the trip, skinny or not.
He turns the light on, full. Searing pain in my head, it’s screaming amplified echo racing down my spine. The dogs yelp, moving back, except for one. I can hear him, he’s moved off to the side, on his belly. Try and cover my eyes, until the pain dulls to a blinding white fire in my head.
He turns it back down again, closing the door behind him. Slowly get to my feet, letting the chain run slack, standing as close to the ring in the floor as I can. The little merc from before. He’s young. Rangy muscle, but not the consolidation of power that comes with age and experience. His size is a new thing to him. Swallows a lot, and tries not to watch my body. He has a pile in his hands, clean dry clothes. Food and water. Wonder if he’s got keys on him somewhere. Smile, softly. Try not to show my canines.
An apology from a merc. That’s new. This guy is not going to last. She plays that chain, getting all the slack out of it she can. Looks like the wait is over, this is where it will start to go really wrong for them. He slowly walks towards her, stopping to put the water and food down. Coming towards her with the dry clothes in his hand.
She stays in the same spot. Drops her head a little and smiles. She not so much tries to cover up with her hands as draws attention to herself with them. Fingers resting right over a nipple, right over her clit. Can’t take his eyes off her now. He just keeps walking towards her. Reaching in his pocket for keys. Takes one more step towards her, to touch her. She drops her hand over her nipple. His fingers touch her nipple, he’s still stepping towards her, to get closer, and she’s on him.
Grabs his wrist, pulling him down at the same time. She’s at his throat, straddling his chest, her teeth tearing a hole in his throat. Her head whips quickly, right and left, and he bleeds out into the grate in the floor. Neither one makes a sound. Crouches on his chest, her head cocked, listening for any sounds from beyond the door, looks to me. Goes for the pocket with the keys, and unhooks herself from the chain, wiping the blood off her face on his shirt.
Don’t know what’s sexier, that she did it at all, or that she was naked when she did. A last look at me, before she quickly gets dressed. She’s standing in front of me. Probably wondering if she should unhook me or not. Looks at the door.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” I get the feeling she’s heard that before. Watch as her eyes narrow. She looks at the door again, and moves towards me. To unchain me.