In Consequence
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,001
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Wearing Down
SIX
Riddick shook his head as he left his girl sitting on his bed. She was getting closer to submission, but she wasn’t there yet. He didn’t want to push her too far over the edge. He didn’t want a puppet, a girl who would bow and scrape to him. He just wanted her to be his, utterly and completely. He owned her body. He needed to own her mind and heart, as well.
He heard her hurl the leash across the room, and paused. Ah, there was an idea.
~*~
Jack tucked her knees underneath her chin after listening to the leash clatter satisfyingly to the floor. Her hair fell in tangled knots across her face. She was alone. Again.
She never would have thought that she would be glad to see Riddick once more, but seeing him for those brief moments made her realize how lonely she was. She needed him. Though the thought of admitting it made her feel sick, facts were facts. She simply wasn’t equipped to be so utterly alone.
She wanted him to come back.
Jack scooted to the edge of the bed and approached the door. “Riddick?” she called hesitantly. There was no response. Where was he?
Her voice shook. “Riddick, please,” she pleaded. Pleaded for what? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn’t stand much more isolation without going stark raving mad. “Riddick… I don’t understand what you want from me,” she said into the darkness, hoping he would hear and respond.
Was that movement up in the main cabin? Jack put out her hands reflexively and walked as quickly as she dared toward the motion she thought she detected. While a detached part of her mind knew that in the absolute darkness that surrounded her, she shouldn’t have been able to see anything, she couldn’t help but hope.
When she crossed the final few steps to stand in the center of the main cabin, she called out nervously, “Riddick? Are you here?”
Nothing. Just… nothing.
Jack felt her damnable tears prickle behind her eyelids, and angrily thumbed them away. She had to stop crying. She had to stop being so weak. She wrapped her arms around her chest and sighed. “Damn you, Riddick,” she murmured.
~*~
Riddick watched Jack as she moved toward the main cabin. He didn’t know what she thought she might be seeing. There was nothing in there. He was standing in the passageway himself, waiting to see what she would do.
Jack was probably seeing what she wanted to see by this point. The fact that she was so able to accept being in such close proximity to him on his bed said a lot about her mental state. Soon she would be his.
She wouldn’t be ready until she put the leash on herself and waited for Riddick to take the end from her hands. She had to offer herself to him. Then, and only then, would he turn the lights back on and pull her from her isolated world.
She said that she didn’t understand what he wanted from her. Yes she did—she just didn’t realize it. He wanted her to give herself to him of her own free will. This little mindfuck of his had gone far beyond forcing her to be his slave. No, now he wanted more. He wanted her to want it, too. She had to give him power, instead of him just taking it. She wouldn’t be truly his until that point.
He wanted complete ownership.
~*~
Lying down on her little pallet after her fifth day in darkness, Jack felt more wearied than she had ever been in her life. This was an exhaustion that seeped into the marrow of her bones and beyond. She was hungry, she was dirty, she was bruised, and she was getting desperate. Riddick hadn’t acknowledged her existence in two days. What did she have to do to get through to him?
When she reflected on the stark shift that she had gone through in the past two weeks, she was amazed. From being a captive, she was getting desperate for companionship. She was starting to think that being a slave would be worth it, if only Riddick would guarantee that her interminable loneliness would come to an end. What was it called? Stockholm Syndrome?
Jack closed her eyes and tried to take stock of her situation. “Okay, Riddick,” she muttered aloud. “What the fuck do you want from me?”
No response. She wasn’t expecting one. She hadn’t had the energy to check his bed before collapsing in her exhaustion. For all she knew, he was on the other side of the ship.
What did she have to do to make Riddick stop rejecting her? What did he want? Hell, what did she want? Did she want to please him? Was that it?
“I don’t get it, Riddick,” she said, not caring if he was in the room or not. “How the hell can I satisfy you if you won’t tell me what you want?”
She was getting to the point where she would do anything to appease her loneliness. “Riddick…” she whispered, ashamed that she was giving in, “I’ll do anything. Help me.”
~*~
“Anything, Jackie?” Riddick replied from the bed. He heard her breath catch, and knew that she had assumed that she was alone. “Seems I remember hearing you say something else like that a few years ago, and you tried to renege on the deal. How do I know you won’t pull the same shit again?”
Jack’s voice was trembling with tension. Yep, she was almost his.
“I won’t, Riddick, I swear. Just please, stop ignoring me. Turn the lights back on. I mean it, I’ll do whatever you want. I can’t take the darkness much longer. I’ll go insane. I’m not as strong as you are.”
Riddick smiled. He just had to fuck with her. “I don’t know, Jack. Not so sure I can trust you, you know.”
Jack groaned. “Don’t do this to me! What can I do to make you trust me? Riddick, I’m not lying. I swear. I’ll do anything you want.”
Riddick got up and straddled Jack’s body on the floor. He dropped to his knees and brought his head right next to hers. As he did this, he positioned his mouth so that as he exhaled, his hot breath would brush her ear just so. “Give yourself to me, Jack,” he growled possessively. “You’re already mine, and we both know it. Now all you have to do is admit it. Give yourself to me, little one. I know you can do it.”
The look of shock that graced her petite features would have been enough to make any man smile— and smile he did. He placed her twice-discarded leash on her lap and ran the tips of the fingers of his right hand through her hair. “Figure it out,” he breathed, before rising and leaving her alone in the darkness.
Riddick shook his head as he left his girl sitting on his bed. She was getting closer to submission, but she wasn’t there yet. He didn’t want to push her too far over the edge. He didn’t want a puppet, a girl who would bow and scrape to him. He just wanted her to be his, utterly and completely. He owned her body. He needed to own her mind and heart, as well.
He heard her hurl the leash across the room, and paused. Ah, there was an idea.
~*~
Jack tucked her knees underneath her chin after listening to the leash clatter satisfyingly to the floor. Her hair fell in tangled knots across her face. She was alone. Again.
She never would have thought that she would be glad to see Riddick once more, but seeing him for those brief moments made her realize how lonely she was. She needed him. Though the thought of admitting it made her feel sick, facts were facts. She simply wasn’t equipped to be so utterly alone.
She wanted him to come back.
Jack scooted to the edge of the bed and approached the door. “Riddick?” she called hesitantly. There was no response. Where was he?
Her voice shook. “Riddick, please,” she pleaded. Pleaded for what? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn’t stand much more isolation without going stark raving mad. “Riddick… I don’t understand what you want from me,” she said into the darkness, hoping he would hear and respond.
Was that movement up in the main cabin? Jack put out her hands reflexively and walked as quickly as she dared toward the motion she thought she detected. While a detached part of her mind knew that in the absolute darkness that surrounded her, she shouldn’t have been able to see anything, she couldn’t help but hope.
When she crossed the final few steps to stand in the center of the main cabin, she called out nervously, “Riddick? Are you here?”
Nothing. Just… nothing.
Jack felt her damnable tears prickle behind her eyelids, and angrily thumbed them away. She had to stop crying. She had to stop being so weak. She wrapped her arms around her chest and sighed. “Damn you, Riddick,” she murmured.
~*~
Riddick watched Jack as she moved toward the main cabin. He didn’t know what she thought she might be seeing. There was nothing in there. He was standing in the passageway himself, waiting to see what she would do.
Jack was probably seeing what she wanted to see by this point. The fact that she was so able to accept being in such close proximity to him on his bed said a lot about her mental state. Soon she would be his.
She wouldn’t be ready until she put the leash on herself and waited for Riddick to take the end from her hands. She had to offer herself to him. Then, and only then, would he turn the lights back on and pull her from her isolated world.
She said that she didn’t understand what he wanted from her. Yes she did—she just didn’t realize it. He wanted her to give herself to him of her own free will. This little mindfuck of his had gone far beyond forcing her to be his slave. No, now he wanted more. He wanted her to want it, too. She had to give him power, instead of him just taking it. She wouldn’t be truly his until that point.
He wanted complete ownership.
~*~
Lying down on her little pallet after her fifth day in darkness, Jack felt more wearied than she had ever been in her life. This was an exhaustion that seeped into the marrow of her bones and beyond. She was hungry, she was dirty, she was bruised, and she was getting desperate. Riddick hadn’t acknowledged her existence in two days. What did she have to do to get through to him?
When she reflected on the stark shift that she had gone through in the past two weeks, she was amazed. From being a captive, she was getting desperate for companionship. She was starting to think that being a slave would be worth it, if only Riddick would guarantee that her interminable loneliness would come to an end. What was it called? Stockholm Syndrome?
Jack closed her eyes and tried to take stock of her situation. “Okay, Riddick,” she muttered aloud. “What the fuck do you want from me?”
No response. She wasn’t expecting one. She hadn’t had the energy to check his bed before collapsing in her exhaustion. For all she knew, he was on the other side of the ship.
What did she have to do to make Riddick stop rejecting her? What did he want? Hell, what did she want? Did she want to please him? Was that it?
“I don’t get it, Riddick,” she said, not caring if he was in the room or not. “How the hell can I satisfy you if you won’t tell me what you want?”
She was getting to the point where she would do anything to appease her loneliness. “Riddick…” she whispered, ashamed that she was giving in, “I’ll do anything. Help me.”
~*~
“Anything, Jackie?” Riddick replied from the bed. He heard her breath catch, and knew that she had assumed that she was alone. “Seems I remember hearing you say something else like that a few years ago, and you tried to renege on the deal. How do I know you won’t pull the same shit again?”
Jack’s voice was trembling with tension. Yep, she was almost his.
“I won’t, Riddick, I swear. Just please, stop ignoring me. Turn the lights back on. I mean it, I’ll do whatever you want. I can’t take the darkness much longer. I’ll go insane. I’m not as strong as you are.”
Riddick smiled. He just had to fuck with her. “I don’t know, Jack. Not so sure I can trust you, you know.”
Jack groaned. “Don’t do this to me! What can I do to make you trust me? Riddick, I’m not lying. I swear. I’ll do anything you want.”
Riddick got up and straddled Jack’s body on the floor. He dropped to his knees and brought his head right next to hers. As he did this, he positioned his mouth so that as he exhaled, his hot breath would brush her ear just so. “Give yourself to me, Jack,” he growled possessively. “You’re already mine, and we both know it. Now all you have to do is admit it. Give yourself to me, little one. I know you can do it.”
The look of shock that graced her petite features would have been enough to make any man smile— and smile he did. He placed her twice-discarded leash on her lap and ran the tips of the fingers of his right hand through her hair. “Figure it out,” he breathed, before rising and leaving her alone in the darkness.