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The Chronicles of Riddick:
Risk Everything

One


Riddick’s footfalls echoed throughout the Basilica as he neared the cryo chamber. He knew the route to this place well; he had walked it every day for the last three months just to see her face through the frosted pane of glass. Each day he had longed to hold her, to kiss her, to beg life into her lifeless body. Every prayer of his had gone unanswered. Until today.
“I was always with you…”
Her words remained with him since the day that she had been killed. The pained look on her face and those five words had haunted him for months, but now…now he could have her forever, and that was exactly the way that he had wanted it.
“My Lord,” a servant girl spoke as he pulled up short of the black marble door. Her pale cheeks flushed at the sight of Riddick.
“Ameena. Where is she?” Riddick spoke, his chest heaving from the run. He cursed himself for not keeping in good shape like he should have been.
“She slumbers, my Lord.” Ameena hung her head, fearing to look at the Furyan Lord Marshal.
“But,” Riddick felt the lump of anger rise in his throat. Or was it tears? He clenched his fists to keep both emotions down. “Vaako said that she…”
Ameena raised only her blue eyes to him. “She is alive, Lord Marshal. But the process is tiresome, so they say. She sleeps…”
Riddick sighed in relief, the feeling of frustration refusing to subside, and raised his hand to open the bay door, but Ameena’s hand halted him. “…In your chambers, my Lord. She sleeps in your bed.”
With a quick curtsy, the handmaiden turned and retreated from Riddick’s sight.
In his bed? Someone had put her into his chambers? Riddick, for the first time in months, smiled, and began to sprint to his chambers. One footfall after another echoed on the grey and brown marble flooring as he went. Riddick, stopping for nothing, dodged the Necromongers and their possessions left and right. He leapt boxes and carts when they were in his way and grazed others, nearly knocking them over as he ran. He had felt as if he had reached the homestretch as soon as he reached the winding marble staircase and took it two steps at a time. He never slowed for anyone descending. All of his thoughts were on her. His Kyra.
When he reached the door to his chambers, he skidded, lost his footing and fell to his knees on the marble. Resilient as ever, Riddick nimbly leapt back to his feet and punched in the pass code to his quarters. The door opened with a ‘hiss’ as the living quarters were revealed to him. His eyes flicked over every inch of the quarters with a keen eye, searching for any signs of life. A soft whimper to his right made him whirl his head around. There she was, in his bed, just as he had been told. Only she had been chained to the bed by her wrists. Her clothes were a little too revealing for the moment. Had someone done this for his own pleasure, or did they actually think that torturing Kyra would actually amuse the Furyan killer? Kyra’s eyes had been blindfolded, with the same shade of red satin that she wore. From what Riddick had gathered in his time aboard the Basilica, prostitutes always dressed in red. So why, he wondered, was Kyra bound to the bed, dressed in the color of the profession?
Riddick couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her state of undress. The gown that she wore was split up to the hip on both sides, and the bodice of the dress was fashioned from red satin. Down the middle was a strip of red satin, and from there it became more transparent. A double-layer of mesh was sewn to cover her inner thighs, and then a single-layer of mesh was sewn to that, so that her hips might have been completely exposed. Her ankles were bound together with a strip of leather, and it looked as if they had been rubbed raw by her movements.
Riddick felt a stirring within his pants, but forced it to subside. This was not how he wanted her. Not in the least.
“Don’t just stand there. I know you’re there, I can hear you breathing,” The girl flexed her jaw and a raw voice issued forth. Riddick hung his head.
“Come on already. Get it over with.”
Riddick could barely hear her, but it was enough to send him into a fit of rage. He stalked over to the bed roughly.
“Get what over with? Kyra…it’s Riddick,” he spoke, not knowing what to do next. Slowly, he reached up to remove the blindfold.
“Sure you are. That’s what they all said. Take off this damned blindfold and prove it, if you’re Riddick,” she snarled, and Riddick could see that she was steeling herself for a sharp slap to the face.
He sat down on the bed roughly and untied her ankles first. He took in a sharp breath and cursed to himself when he saw their condition.
“Holy shit. What did they do to you, Jack?” He whispered, touching the skin lightly above the yellowed bruises and peeled scabs. Riddick hadn’t even thought about what he’d said to her. All that he could see was that she was in pain, and all that he knew was that he wanted to be the one to heal it.
The girl jerked her head upward and tried to look at him through the blindfold. “What the hell did you just call me?”
Riddick looked up at her curiously, without an answer. There was an amused expression in his eyes, the current conditions of the girl before him notwithstanding.
“Answer me! Why the fuck did you call me that?” Kyra strained against the chains on her wrists, trying her hardest to sit up straight.
Riddick reached up and untied one wrist, before he moved onto the blindfold wordlessly. The knot had been tied three times, and Riddick had to use nimble fingers to remove each knot. When he had finally untied the knots, Riddick looked at her carefully.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen light?” he asked her quietly.
“Not since I woke up, why do you care?” she snapped, taking the blindfold from him roughly. Riddick fought the urge to respond to her in the way that he wanted to.
“Hold that. Don’t want to hurt your eyes. Who knows if they shined you or not…” Riddick trailed off as he stood up from the bed and moved over to grab the light remote from the bedside table. Turning the lights down to the first setting so that the room was but barely lit, he looked back to Kyra. “I’ll be right back.”
Riddick set the remote back on the table and walked over to the living area. He grabbed a dark blue blanket from the back of the sofa and carried it back over to Kyra. He placed the blanket over her hips and waist and then took the blindfold from her hands. The girl closed her eyes tightly and opened them slowly.
Kyra blinked two or three times before her eyes came back into focus. The first thing that she noticed was that she was still on board the Necromongers’ ship. The second thing that she noticed was that sitting directly in front of her on the bed was Richard B. Riddick.

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