Pain and Possession

Caron turned of the news and stood slowly, her heart was racing and she was trying her best not to be unduly upset. She’d just finished watching a horrific account of Johns’ death by the hands of Riddick. She knew that she was next.

As she lay down her hand touched her throat briefly when she remembered how he’d tried to kill her. He’d vowed that he’d be back to finish the job when he got out. That was the first time she’d ever seen that part of him, the part of him he’d kept hidden from her so well.

It had broken her heart to turn him over to Johns but she didn’t know what else to do. She had been filled with a dozen conflicting emotions and Johns barely veiled threats against her didn’t make it better. She’d hated him for deceiving her but at the same time loved him enough not to want the grisly end Johns described to happen to him.

She dreamt about him sometimes. In her dreams he rstorstood why she did what she did; he always forgave her in her dreams. In some dreams he wasn’t even a killer, he was her sweet Richard, the Richard she thought he was until Johns came ruined everything.

She hated Johns for ruining her fairytale life, before Johns everything was perfect. The backlash after people had discovered she was the one responsible for turning in Richard .B. Riddick was monstrous. She was hailed as a heroine by some and as a traitor by others. Her face was plastered everywhere and wherever she went people knew her.

It was because of that she had to move to a rural area where she had minimum contact with others. There she was not subjected to the rude stares and whispers that followed her when she lived in the city.

Caron knew she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t afraid. She was more than afraid, she was terrified. She knew that any day now he would find her and be there for her. It made no sense to run because that would only delay the inevitable. She didn’t want to die running and she most definitely did not want to die by his hands. She simply didn’t want to die, she was not afraid of death she just wasn’t ready for it.

Her dreams were fitful that night and she tossed and turned restlessly as he hunted her dreams, chasing her angrily, letting her know the hatred in his heart for her.

About four in the morning she suddenly pitched awake, a scream lodged in her throat. The dream she had had felt so real. In this one he’d caught her and was methodically and cruelly telling her exactly what he was going to do with her. She shakily rose out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face. The dream was still on her mind, he’d sound so real in this one. As she recalled his whispered words a cold shudder ran down her back, leaving her feeling distinctly chilly. It was a chill that had nothing to do with the night’s low temperature

After washing her face she decided to make herself a cup of tea to calm her nerves. If she didn’t there would be no more sleep for her that night. A slight noise from behind made her whirl around, but it was only the sound of the old house settling. Feeling silly she sat down at the kitchen table and thought about how good things were before.

She ignored the slight sounds and creaks that seemed to be coming more and more frequently. It was the sound of shuffling that finally made her baciffeiffened and she realized that he’d been there all along.

Without turning around she said in a whisper, “I know you’re there…you can come out now”

They’d played this game in the time before. He would slip into the house unnoticed; giving her little hints that he was there, making odd sounds every now and then. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest as she waited, she knew he was there.

The minutes ticked by and just as she was about to convince herself she was being foolish the cool, sharp point of a shiv rested against her cheek. She stiffened and tried to quell the scream that rose in her throat.

From the corner of her eye she watched as it trailed its way down to her jaw line, down her neck, to her collarbone and finally it slid between the valley of her breast.

“You know…” his deep voice said almost casually, “It you had a heart this would be the point where I would cut it out and hand it to you” he pressed the tip of the knife into her soft skin, drawing blood.

Caron gasped from the stinging pain but said or did nothing else. She waited. She was helpless and she knew it, there was nothing she could do to stop him, she just hoped he got over with quickly.

“Did you miss me Caron” he asked in her ear, his hot breath fanning a few strands of her hair.

She missed him more than she cared to admit, but the person she missed was not the person he was now. The person she miswas was a lie made up by him.

The knife point dug a little deeper into her flesh and tears sprang in her eyes, “Answer me Caron…” he growled, “Did you miss me?”

“No…” she sobbed truthfully, wishing he’d just hurry up and get it over with.

He suddenly removed the shiv that was between her breasts and yanked her up from her seat roughly making her stumble. Pulling her flush against his chest he looked down at her with closed expression.

“I didn’t think you would” With a rough hand he ripped the flimsy nightgown she’d been wearing off her, leaving her naked to his gaze.

Without any warning he moved suddenly and headed for her bedroom dragging her behind him, “Nice place you got here. It’s small and comfy…out in the middle of nowhere….my kind of place” Riddick said pleasantly as they traveled her hallway. Once in her bedroom, pushed her down on the bed and pulled of his shirt. Her eyes widened as his hands went to his pants next and he started to unbutton them.

Her eyes flew to his “I thought you were going to kill me?”

When he was naked he crawled on top of her body, settling his hips between her thighs, “I am going to kill you…never doubt that” he bit her bottom lip painfully, “I’ve been in slam for three years honey…let’s have some fun first”

“Don’t do this” she whispered, begging him not to put her through this humiliation. He grinned.

“I always loved the way you used to beg me…” he shoved her thighs up and eed hed her with one quick thrust, not caring that she wasn’t ready or prepared for his length. Her eyes widened at the intrusion and a choked sound escape her throat from the pain. She was as dry as the Sahara and he didn’t a give fuck.

Staring down at her with cold eyes he began to thrust roughly inside her, not caring that she wasn’t getting any pleasure from the act, she wasn’t supposed to. It was all a part of his plan to debase her before he killed her.

Caron wanted to scream so badly but she couldn’t, instead she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and imagined she was somewhere else and none of this was happening to her.

“Open your eyes” he growled softly at her, his hands encid hed her throat when she didn’t comply and began to squeeze, “Open your eyes Caron…”

He was choking her, she told herself to keep her eyes closed and then it would all be over soon. If she didn’t open her eyes he would get angry and kill her. She kept her eyes closed.

The sound of his sudden harsh laughter surprised her, “Keep them shut” he whispered in her ear and moved his hands, “I’m not gonna kill you just yet…” he punctuated his words with a particularly rough thrust that made her see stars and she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming.

“I want you to scream for me Caron, I want you to scream for me the way you use to when you were coming…” he pinched her nipples cruelly and tears leaked from her eyes. Keeping her gaze at a point over his shoulder she refused to give vent to the terror and pain she was in. She just couldn’t, she knew what happen if she did.

His thrust were getting more and more violent as he punished her for her betrayal of him and she began to wish he would just hurry up and killed her. She kept silent and tried to talk herself through this telling herself that it would soon be all over.

And then suddenly it was. With a growl he shot his load inside her body and then rolled of her. As he pulled on his clothes she laid in the bed silently, in the same position that he’d left her in, not moving to cover her nakedness.

“Fun’s over Caron” he said softly and produced his shiv from his pocket where he’d placed it earlier.