Match, point... game

Chapter six:
So close…

Riddick had stepped up his game since watching the girl in the shower mere days before. He knew now that there was no going back. It was like a silent dance, each of them sending out their own hints and shows while the other watched or listened, and then they would return the favor. She was giving him all the signals he needed, her little stunt of masturbating with him mere steps away had proven it, and he would be damned if he let such an opportunity pass him by. Not to mention he would not allow her to win.

So he had visited her once, when she was busy doing push ups and sit ups in her cell to keep her body in top shape. She had been startled and swung a leg up at him, to kick him in the neck, but he’d stopped the attack bluntly and had just held her leg there, staring down at her through his goggles, while she glared. When she had least expected it, after trying to yank her foot away many times before, he had released it and she had plopped down onto the ground from her own force. In a heartbeat he had been on her, or rather, above her, holding himself up by his toes and hands, while his lips had traced a line up her neck provocatively. She’d squirmed under him and let out a moan like grunt, trying to roll away and even trying to smack him. But the second she had shown aggression he had backed off and walked away, leaving a red line where he had bit at her leading towards her ear.

Then, there were moments when she was walking alone in the corridors of their now shared ring of habitation. Sometimes he swore she did it on purpose, to walk alone without Ave or even the psycho case Luke. It was perfect time for him to come up behind her, to do anything he wanted to her, to follow her without her hearing but watching the hairs on her neck stand at attention from the feeling of being watched. She was vulnerable when she was by herself… he was so much stronger than she was it was almost comical how easy it would have been to just shove her against a wall and do whatever the damn well he pleased. But he held back, like he’d been doing for weeks now, and merely watched her discomfort grow. It was moments like that when he would walk behind her to the point of them almost touching and then would whisper something in her ear, on her ear, to where she gasped and moved to slice him. Her blade always met with air, and this process would repeat every twenty minutes or so until she was either with someone else or she had sought refuge in her cage.

He was so close, so agonizingly close, to having her… The longer he stalked her the more he noticed the subtle things, and the more those things were pulling him into need. Her smell… oh gods her smell was the most intoxicating thing about her now. Whenever she was near, he could tell, and he was off in an instant, forgoing anything he had been doing to pick up where they had left off. He also found himself randomly stooping over her when she was sleeping to take in a big inhale of her scent from her neck, watching with pleasure when she would roll over in her slumber and swat at the air above her column. There was also the way that her hair seemed to reflect her as well. Her hair was wild, unruly, only bound in a leather tie and even then it was curled and rebelling. Deep red, almost like rusted blood, and the way that it bounced when she walked was in time with the way that her hips swayed and her ass jiggled just slightly. He couldn’t wait for the day that he took that hair in both of his fists when he was screwing her into the ground… And then those scars… He wanted to know about them, well, wanted to know them really.
Which ones were sensitive to the point of a mere glancing touch producing powerful reactions, and which ones were dead and gone. He wanted to know which ones to lick that would cause her to murmur and push into his touch.

If he wasn’t careful he could accidentally end the match before he wanted to. He liked to play head games, he liked watching her stare at him with hatred and yet that familiar fire of curiosity, defiance, and lust all mixed into one seductive blend. What would it matter if he had to hold off of his own predatory satisfaction if in the end he got something much more satisfying than a good fuck? A worthy opponent that could hold her own against his taunting and would do anything to please him.

And so Riddick found himself walking after her again in the dark of the prison night, taking her almost ritual meticulous examination of the floor she lived on to make sure that no guards or any other inmates were capable of coming up on her in her sleep. She hadn’t accounted for him though, as she almost never did, but then again she didn’t know him and didn’t know what he could do. She was once again padding ahead of him, her hands in her pockets and that damn shank ready and waiting on its home on her hip. Tonight he would once again raise the stakes in this little tit-for-tat and see if she could really handle what she had gotten herself into.

Her footsteps were achingly loud to his sensitive ears and when she stopped to glance over her shoulder with a small snarl there was a look on her face that he couldn’t read. If she had caught onto his little stalking game she had made no moves to stop him, not that she could have. Maybe that was it… maybe she knew she couldn’t do a damn thing and that’s why she was so ornery and feisty. Riddick stilled and moved slightly into a wall as she walked a few steps back in the direction she had been leaving, her brows furrowed and her lip bitten in concentration. Her fingers trailed down to her weapon, her jacket shifting on her shoulders to where it revealed more of her long, strong neck. She was just a few feet from him, he could just reach out a hand and grab her. Oh that would scare her good… she would jump, shout, and then try to stab him. It would be so easy…

Riddick drew back a hand that had been trailing out of the dark towards George who had turned this way and back, her hands on her hips and her eyes feebly trying to break the dim lighting around her. He lowered his goggles down when her gaze swept over him, making sure his silver eyes did not glow unnecessarily in the dark. The red haired woman by now had drawn her weapon completely and was spinning it idly in her fingers, her breathing calm, but her heart… that heart was beating so fast and furious in her chest that he could almost feel it in his own chest. It was crashing through the silence around them and he cocked his head slightly to the side, a small smirk forming on his lips from watching Georgie freak slightly. She was scared. No, she wasn’t scared. This was excitement, a perverse excitement that he could identify with as the kind that went through his body when he was against an opponent that might prove to be interesting, when facing the unknown. He could taste the adrenaline pouring from her veins.

With a slightly shaking sigh, though her body was perfectly stilled and relaxed, she continued on her way down the corridor, her shank still gripped tightly in her hand. Glory be to the human eyes and how weak they were in the dark… he thought with a smug glittering of is own orbs before starting off after her silently. He wanted her. He wanted her here and now and his mind was coming up with blanks as to why he was refusing himself when she was right there… so close. Her hair was brushing against his arm now, a stray strand that had broken from its ties and had come against him in a tickling graze. Taking out a shiv very slowly he reached out a hand and carefully took a few strands of her curly hair in his grasp, making sure to walk in step with her so as not to knock her over. He was reminded of when he did this very same thing with Fry when he sliced off his bounty and brought it to his nose. Inhaling deeply he paused momentarily to let the buzz set in that was now following whenever he breathed her in. George… he wondered what that was short for.

There were only a few names that were for a girl that was George. Georgia? No, she didn’t look like a Georgia… she looked like she would beat anyone down who called her that. Georgiana? No, again that seemed too out of character, though it was similar. Georgina, that was it… that was her name. Though what was she playing at by calling herself a guy’s name? Was it like Jack? Or was it for another reason?

She’d stopped again and he moved against the wall as a precaution, the woman already showing that she was inspecting her route to make sure that he wasn’t there. Against the wall he held the strands of red to his nose again and wafted it in, watching intently through goggles as she now narrowed her eyes and shifted her shoulders uncomfortably. She could sense him on a primitive level; like anyone could if they just listened to their animal inside… she could sense his danger. She licked her lips curiously before crossing her arms under her chest and glancing down her corridor, her cell not too far away from contemplating her inspection of the other inmates, all ten, that lived on this floor. What was she up to now he wondered?

“Geez, I’m going crazy,” she murmured and put a hand to her forehead, shaking her head tiredly.

Riddick couldn’t help himself. He came up behind her, pushing through the air quietly, bringing his arms slowly around her as George continued to be deep in thought. She realized too late when the skin of his forearm brushed on her wrist and by then he moved in a flash and had her in a crushing hold. George became deliciously rigid against his chest, shifting her feet carefully while her breathing now came out in anxious pants. Smelling her shock, surprise, and fear at the unexpected action he leaned down to where his lips were just a breath away from her neck and stated, “Now that has already happened, Georgie…”

“Riddick!” she almost howled in indignation. She bucked against his hold to where he only tightened it, holding her in a vice until she stilled and growled warningly, her hands still gripping her shank. “Let go…”

“Way I see it; I should be making demands… I could squeezes you to death, you’re so small and bones are fragile. It takes only twenty pounds of pressure on the ribs to make them snap,” he said calmly. Her body suddenly went even stiffer and her breathing hitched to where it came out in small hissing noises. He could smell the fear seeping from her, it was cold and minty, and he could about taste it. He brought his mouth within a millimeter of her neck to have her gasp at the sudden sensation, her fingers now flexing against his arm, the threatening form of the shank still pressed between her digits. It wouldn’t do much harm though; it was small compared to his massive form. It would take a direct hit to his organ to be fatal and considering that he was faster and stronger than her he saw little opportunity in ways of her freedom.

George let out another hiss like breath. He watched with fascination as her pulse pounded in the vein of her neck, rippling beneath the skin, pushing blood in and out. Riddick indulged himself in licking up the quickened beat and felt her relax then tense sharply, as if in defiance of whatever thought had crossed her mind. His lips momentarily closed over her ear, running his tongue along the shell before breathing into it. She made a small noise he couldn’t define when his hot breath hit against the wetness he had left behind and Riddick smirked in satisfaction when she gritted her teeth and turned her gaze to him. Her pants hit him hard in the face and he had a hard time resisting the urge to kiss her again…

“What do you want…?” she murmured with that same glare of defiance in her brown orbs that could barely see his face.

Riddick laughed darkly at that, his entire body shaking with the force. Within seconds he had spun her around and had her pinned to the wall with her face against the dirty surface, her hands above her and his body pressing to her backside. He pushed his face into her hair while his hips now pushed hers up higher, where theirs were level, and listened to her grunt of surprise. “What does it look like, Georgie?” he demanded huskily, pushing her hips against the wall with his again only this time he grinded there for a few seconds before relenting.

George, to his satisfaction and minor astonish, smirked and moved to where her cheek was pressed against the wall, leaning back into him. “Really now? I didn’t know you liked me that much, Riddick…” she teased jokingly. Riddick raised his eyebrows, concerned about this change of attitude.

But he pushed past it and took one hand off of her wrists to run down her stomach, pushing his fingers into her pant hem lightly. “Been a while since I smelled anything like you, girlie,” he growled in her ear. He felt her shift under his weight, the skin on her stomach bunching up under his fingers as they traveled below her pants line. He was pleasantly surprised to find no underwear… “Georgie, you go commando? You struck me as a briefs kinda chick.”

“That’s it!” George suddenly snarled. She moved faster than he remembered her being, that or he was so preoccupied with being so close to where he wanted to be for months now that he didn’t fully notice her leg sweep back while the other braced sideways on the floor. Her hands clenched against a cord that had been on the surface she was pushed against, and in a singular stabbing motion with the side of her foot to his alkalis tendon he was sent grunting to the floor with a heavy thud. He was stunned for a brief moment that she had managed to take him by attack like that only to feel the ice steel of her shank to his throat, her weight now situated atop of his chest. Opening his eyes from their momentary wince, his back now throbbing, he liked what he saw.

George was now straddling his chest with her weapon close to his throat, pressing right on the jugular, while her brown eyes were flashing murder. Her chest was heaving with harried breaths and he wondered just how quickly she had come up with that plan or if she had been thinking about it for a while now. Riddick brought his hands up beside his head in a slightly mocking motion of surrender while smirking at her. “Well, well, looks like you are a killer after all…”

“Shut up, pervert,” Georgina whispered, her hair falling from its bond on the side to make it framed in frizzy red curls. She cocked her head to the side and regarded him skeptically; he could feel her eyes sweep momentarily over his broad chest in computation before she bit her lower lip. Obviously, sweet little Georgie girl hadn’t thought of a plan after she’d pinned him like this. This was just too funny.

She pursed her lips a moment before pressing the sharp blade in harder to his thick neck. “Okay, I’m tried of this song and dance shit we got going here, Riddick. You’re planning a way out and I want to know what it is. Now!” she nicked his neck to prove her point, dragging it sharply across the skin enough to make as shallow cut. But it was enough, it was enough to make stinging red weep over the small incision and start to dribble down his neck in a thin barely there line, mixing with his sweat.

Riddick couldn’t hold in the amusement and it spread to his lips in a small grin, his hands still raised next to his head. She was leaving so many holes in her defense, he could just grab her, knock her off of him, flip them over, and have his shiv to her throat within seconds and there wouldn’t’ be anything she could do about it. Then again, the blade could slip, she could cut him or worse, or… she could find a way to counter his flip. She had already surprised him once today, who knows; maybe she could do it again. Seeing her anger at his enjoyment of this he shrugged his shoulders, his goggled eyes never leaving hers.

“I dunno, Red. The knife to my throat is awfully distracting,” he stated and watched as she winced and shook her head gruffly. Obviously it wasn’t just him that noticed the position they were in.

“Riddick, don’t play with me. I’m in this place for a fucking reason you shit head!” George stated in exasperation, rolling her eyes. When all that greeted her was silence she put her blade against the cut and made it just very lightly deeper, making the ribbon that had already dried flow in a wider trickle. He grunted and she shifted her hips to a more comfortable position, watching the blood run down with eager fascination. “Now who wants to be a good little ass hole and tell me what his fucking plan is? Could it rhyme with tick?”

Riddick moved quickly, grabbing her arms and bringing them snapping outwards with a growl, her shank flying from her grip from the abrupt pain of the blow. He surged forwards and moved his legs, swinging them around, and then was pushing her down in little more than a single fluid motion. Her back hit the ground with a soft thud, causing her to grunt with the force, before her arms were pinned under his legs and his shiv was idly playing with her jaw line. Brown eyes flashed dangerously, her expression that of a tell tale hatred. He nicked her jaw bone as she had scratched his neck and watched as a small drop of red seeped from the wound; she didn’t even so much as flinch.

“Now see, Georgie,” he ran his knife down her neck causing the red heads breathing to accelerate marginally but she didn’t move or give any facial signs that she was threatened. In fact she looked bored. Riddick watched the knife leave a small red trail, inflaming the skin and confusing her body to thinking there was a wound when there was none, and watched the flesh around the blade quiver and break into chill bumps. “I’ll tell ya when you’ve proved you are capable,” he stated.

He couldn’t help it. It was too easy, it was too tempting, and so, given that he had been so good and had not screwed her four ways till Friday already for the umpteenth time shifted backwards though making sure to have his hell cat’s arms still under his massive legs. Abruptly, and without warning, Riddick’s hand came behind him and latched between her legs, holding her there firmly. He felt George’s hips arch in surprise and her entire body jump from the unexpected action. Her blazing gaze locked onto him and her mouth was open in a disbelieving gape. Riddick merely made a small humming noise and gripped her harder, listening when she let out that same noise as when he had attacked her ear. With her breasts heaving right in front of him and her defenseless pose, he couldn’t pass this up and his shiv had made the trail from her neck to her breast and was now circling the fabric enticingly.

“Get your hand off of my crotch…” George growled warningly at him though she arched her hips again clear off of the ground when he gave her another small squeeze, her eyes shutting at the motion.

“But it’s so soft,” Riddick said in a mocking tone. He flicked his wrist and the tank top suddenly had a small gash in it along with her bra, and there was a very slight piece of her breasts flesh exposed to his hungry sight. George stared at him now with something else starting to cloud her brown orbs, something he knew very well. He could smell it thick and musty in the air around him, starting small, but he knew if he played his cards right every single prisoner on this level would be peeping at them from the scent alone. Riddick paused in his hand running back and forth against her junction through her pants to flick the button open and push his large fingers down. Tips meeting with slight curls he raised his eyebrows at her and that surprisingly caused her cheeks to flame a bright red.

“You didn’t strike me as a rapist,” George spat as she struggled again.

“It ain’t rape if you’re willing, hun,” he growled at her before pushing his hand all the way in. Fingers met with the soft and hot folds that were shielded by her clothing and something in him roared with gratification at finally touching her. Sure enough when one digit probed beneath the surface, skimming the slit and causing the woman under him to squirm and let out a slight moan, he was met with that familiar sticky wetness that came with arousal. Making a small breathy noise he turned back to her after watching his hand disappear down her cargos, “aren’t you kinky.”

George snarled but tossed her head to one side, her embarrassment flaring on her face. Riddick ran his finger up and down her slit, watching her face twitch oddly whenever he passed just where he knew her clit to be. This wouldn’t be fun if she didn’t at least admit to liking it.

With a loud crack, however, momentary enjoyment and turn on’s were shattered when her head connected with his. She rammed him full force, using every ounce of strength in her abs and legs, to bring her forehead to slam into his, causing an audible smack to form in the air around them. It was worth the significant pain she surmised as Riddick was sent sloping to one side, swearing and clutching between his eyes. She got her arms free with a valiant tug and swiftly punched him the jaw while he was distracted, causing his head to snap to the side and pain to flare throughout his neck and the area hit. Letting out a small battle cry she slugged him again, his mind still fogged over from the first head butt, and then bucked him off of her, reaching for her shank just feet away.

With it gripped in hand she rolled away from him then backwards somersaulted to a crouching, her breathing hard and her pants slipping just under her hips, showing off the nest of curls betwixt her legs. Riddick took a second to recover, having been tossed off like a bag of sand, and shook his head while rubbing his now sore jaw. The girl had a damn good right hook, he’d give her that… he glanced over his shoulder through his shields and saw her huddled there, her weapon clutched tightly while her entire body was taught and ready for the coming fight. He had underestimated her it seemed, he wouldn’t let it happen again.

“You got more bite than I thought, George,” he stated as he came to a standing, first wiping the blood from his neck then rubbing his forehead to make sure she hadn’t broken the skin. When nothing met him but a small knot where the impact had taken place he made a tsk noise. Always go for the knock out blow, don’t’ let your opponent stand or you might be in big trouble. Like she was now.

Georgina smirked sardonically and came to a slow standing though more slumped then Riddick, holding her knife protectively. “Yea, well, I didn’t have a bounty on my head for nothing. I let myself get overwhelmed last time, I won’t do it again,” she snapped.
“Then let’s see what you got,” he said calmly and opened his arms, his shiv in hand while the other still glittered wickedly in the dark on his hip.

George took a second to swear in her head loudly. Here she had been walking along, minding her own business, scanning the area for possible threats, when Riddick had decided to fuck her mind up and play his damn game with her. First he had pinned her, grinded on her like she was some kind of whore, and just when she had pinned him in return he had to go and do that damn move. At least she got in some hits that mark on his neck wouldn’t heal within the week; it gave her some small satisfaction knowing he would live with the sting for a while. But he was at an advantage here. When the prison went dark at night it went black to the point where she could hardly see the hand in front of her face. How the hell was she supposed to fight him like this, especially when he had those damn eyes? She was fucked, oh god she was fucked. And it didn’t help that he had a strange need to molest her tonight.

For a while they just stared at one another, waiting until someone made the first move. George was trying to think of any and all weakness’ in the human body she could go for, any that would make him crumple onto the floor so that she could taunt him and then walk away. Only problem was that she needed him alive to get out of here, that and he was easily twice her size and weight. When the thickness of the anticipation got to be too much George moved and started to walk to the side a little, making a small circular like pattern while analyzing him. Riddick merely stood there, and though his head did not move she could feel the silver orbs within those goggles following her in interest.

He moved fast and she almost didn’t catch it due to the dankness around her. With a flash he was slashing at her with his shiv, aiming for her arm, but her mind was sharp this time and used to his inhuman speed. She leapt back and swung her leg around low, hitting against his arm that had come to brace. Growling low George grabbed a near by railing, trusting it not to break under her, and brought her other foot swinging at him, twisting her body around from years of practice, and hit his arm again. Only she wrapped her thighs around it this time, grabbed the railing for dear life, and used the momentum from her attack and his own force from stopping the attacks to swing him down onto the ground. Or, he would have gone to the ground, had he not altered his footing and merely slammed into the wall with her feet now soundly in his grasp.

George was not done however and she pulled herself up with her abs and arms, swinging her shank hard against his arm. It sunk in but barely as he moved backwards, avoiding her attack and dropping her at the same time, but there was still the tang of blood in the air now. Riddick growled low in his throat, allowing her only a moment to put her hands on the ground and try to right herself from falling when his hands were on her arm and shoulder, spinning her around to force her to the ground. She grunted and turned, biting into his thickly muscled arm with a vengeance until she broke skin and he let out another pained grumble. He let go of her arm to grab her hair but that was all she needed to move sharply to the right, breaking his hold on her shoulder and letting go of the now wounded arm, and jumped to her feet quickly, putting her hands up before her face in fists.

“You bit me,” Riddick looked at his arm with furrowed brows. He cocked his head at her and she shrugged, a small sneer coming to her features in the dark.

“All’s fair.” She winced however when he laughed at that and took off his goggles, throwing them on the floor beside her and vanishing backwards into the inky darkness around them. Fuck! This is what she’d been hoping to avoid.

A blinding pain seared up her back and she could feel a hot and sticky substance starting to drizzle down her spine. Her fingers grasped for the wound on instinct gripping at the edges and marveled at how he had managed to cut her back without harming her tank. She didn’t have time to think on it or how bad her wound was before she was struck in the side by a hard punch, causing her to gasp and splutter. But it wasn’t without advantage that he had struck her, for when she felt the impact her arms had reacted out of strategy, against the winding, and had once more sliced his arm while plotting out where his knees would be. Hitting out blindly into the dark she slammed her shin against his thigh, his legs having moved seeing her course, and swore slightly when it felt like she had hit concrete. What the fuck was Riddick made of??

She flew back from where he had been and nursed her side, ignoring her burning back and the fact that it was now dripping red onto the floor around them. She knew he was out there, watching, waiting, though for what she didn’t know. At least this time she was showing him that she wasn’t just some weakling to be pushed around…

“You surprise me Georgie,” a voice breathed into her ear and she thrust her elbow back. It met with hard muscle though did not go without its purpose and hit between the hard abs right in the connecting tissue that was weakest around the belly button. Shuffling informed her that he had staggered slightly back from her but then it was silence again and she was left with a blood sheathed shank and her rushing ears to greet her senses.

“Why’s that?” she snarled. She winced however when a boot met with her thigh and she was forced to slam into a wall to avoid falling. Her brown eyes widened and she rolled quickly to the side when he moved to slice at her again, pushing off and then coming to stand with her back to the railing, watching him vanish into the darkness again.

A chuckle caught her ear and she turned sharply to the right, her feeble vision trying to pierce through the dark like Riddick’s could. But all that met with her was the dark and a slight rustling to inform her that he had moved again, and then quiet. “Do I need a reason?” he asked right next to her left. She moved to slug him hard when he caught her wrist and bent it back, a loud cracking noise filling the space between them. She was forced to her knees, her shank falling from her fingers and onto the ring somewhere nearby, she couldn’t see where, all the while she stared up at Riddick’s glowing silver eyes. He watched her snarl and move to strike him in the nuts with her other fist, but that one was caught as well and bent back to the same harsh angle until she let out a yelp of pain.

George’s eyes watered as she now looked down at the metal beneath her, gasping in agony. They weren’t broken, she could tell, he had just sprained them to the point where it felt like they were about to snap in half. She tried to move her legs from under her to sweep under him but the second he caught any sign of rebellious movement he bent the wrists just a little more and caused her to cry out and toss her head back in. Finally she glared up at him through her messy hair that had nearly halfway fallen from its binding, thick and unruly around her face.

“Maybe…” she whispered hoarsely.

Riddick regarded her for a moment before in a flurry of motion she was pulled up gruffly by her wrists, flattened against his chest with her hands outstretched by her side. His lips crashed against hers possessively, a rumble forming deep in his being. Now that he knew what she could, that she was much stronger than he had originally thought, it only added to the appeal! He liked a woman that would fight back, that would snap and snarl and hiss, he liked someone that wouldn’t put up with any shit from anyone. To his surprise she was the one that lashed her tongue into his mouth first, her body curving into his and her lips now pressing just as urgently back.

Letting her abused wrists go he snaked his hands down her side to the bottom of her hips and grabbed them, lifting her up against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist quickly, arms coming around his neck, while their mouths moved as one in an almost fit. Tongues slid against each other hotly as they warred for dominance, her hands gripping at his tank top now and pulling at it hurriedly. George’s back met with a pillar in the metal and she let out a small gasp and the surge of pain that went up her spine at that moment but it was suppressed when Riddick continued his war with their orifices.

Her core rubbed against his aching manhood through their clothing, his hips grinding into hers expectantly only to find a damp spot. So she had been as turned on by the fight as he had, huh? She really was kinky. Pulling away only so that both of them could gasp for air it was George that pulled his head back towards her lips by the back of his neck, her fingers now running over his bald head excitedly. He was just about to use his shiv to cut off her pants and tank top when a small gasp caught both of their attention.

Riddick and George pulled away from each other and glanced over to where the noise had come from. George looked on with furrowed and confused brows, hardly able to see through the dim lighting, but Riddick’s eyes saw who it was that had come during the commotion of their little foreplay. He gripped onto the red heads hips harder, keeping her in place though she was now struggling to get down, pushing at his shoulders.

“I knew it! You and the scary bald guy are going at it like bunnies!!”

George froze then her vision went red and her fingers gripped into Riddick’s shoulders painfully. Though his face never left its ever stoic expression inwardly he was scowling and throwing things at the blond that was staring at them from around a corner. The girl he was holding up found her voice, and sadly all signs of a promising evening went down the crap shoot the instant that the teen had said anything.

“Ave I swear I’m gonna kill you!!”