Prologue

It didn't take him too long before he figured she wasn't a boy. The way she walked, her look, her scent. It was all to obvious. No-one would wear layers of clothing in this heat, too. No-one except Jack. Jack. Jacqueline. A name as sweet as it's wearer.

None of the others noticed she wasn't male. They were blind, too preoccupied with other things- like surviving on the planet.

How old could she have been? Seventeen? Eighteen at most. And he wanted her. Consequences left him hungry for sex and who was to blame? Johns didn't care shit that there was no pussy or tits in Slam.

Why not take the chance when it offers itself willingly?

One

'The way I am'- Richard B. Riddick

Riddick waited in the dark with silent knowledge that she would come.

He knew she wanted to find the Amulet that she left here earlier but still he watched her in awe as she entered the room. He could see she was trying to find the switch to the lights. Finding none, she frowned, but kept on... searching for it... where the hell was it?

Riddick sat in the corner of the room, in the old armchair. He was sure she couldn't see him. He was right. The only thing she could have noticed was his stare, two silver pools radiating in the utter darkness. But even if she did notice, she would probably think her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Jack bent down, now on her knees, muttering obscene curses for herself. "Dammit... where could it be?"

Riddick raised his eyebrow, amused. At the same time he noticed it was getting very hard for him to resist her. He could get a good view of her whole body and he found himself being turned on hard.

Jack rubbed at her hair band. It made her hair look shorter and keeping it away from her face it made her look more... boyish. Either way, she didn't want to be harassed by Johns and the others. And it was a lot easier to travel alone as a boy. A girl wouldn't make it as far as to the next station.

Jack caught a glimpse of the strangely carved Amulet under one of the cupboards. She grinned. At last.

Riddick wiped his chin, his eyes flashing in the dark. It was hard trying to resist her. And it was so long since he had a woman. One he didn't have to pay by the hour. He could just go have her... No-one would notice. He could easily pin her down beneath him and sink into her. Covering her body with his hands, his lips. Fucking her senseless.She would still pretend she was a boy afterwards, he was sure.

-- Go have her-the beast within him growled - Take her, you know you want to-

Fuck, but he was no rapist. Was he?

-- She's asking for it-the beast informed him- look at her!

Jack was lying on the floor, her hand stretched under the cupboard, her body arched. She was desperately trying to get hold of the thing underneath it.

She didn't see him coming.

Riddick was standing next to her, his hand resting on her lower back, which revealed a part of her bare skin. A cold wave shot through her.

"What the hell-" She jumped from him, but the wrong way. He had her pinned to the wall now.

"Get your hands off me you sick-fuck!" She managed, before he had her both wrists pressed to the wall above her head. He was holding them with one of his big hands. The other one rested on his hip.

"So... Jack... or should I call you Jackie.," he chuckled, eyeing her, spreading her small thighs with his big one.

She froze on the spot.

"Wha--?"

He smirked, taking his shiv in his other hand. He could feel her body trembling beneath him and it abruptly sent images of her shaking under the throws of an orgasm into his head. He could feel the beast inside him trying to get out.

Jack was so scared she was paralysed, her breath knocked momentarily out of her body.

'I'm going to die.," she thought, her eyes stinging.

Riddick's shiv moved swiftly to her buttoned up shirt and there was nothing she could do. Carefully, he removed each button. They fell to the floor with a silent tinkle. He sprung the shirt open in the next second. He smiled to himself at the sight. She had her breasts tied up under layers of clothing.

The terror in her eyes was huge now. "You son of a bitch!"

Riddick chuckled. "Not a long time since someone called me that, Jack."

Jack felt only fear and disgust. The first feeling took over.

"Just don't kil--" she could feel tears forming in her eyes as his shiv moved to her clothing around her breasts, cutting it up.

No, it was useless. It wouldn't help her. A serial psycho-killer would never listen to the cries of his victim. That is what she was, wasn't it?

The cloth was just about to fall off of her completely, when Riddick regained self-control. No, he was no rapist. He freed his grip, letting her move again.

Her fist landed in his face. She hit him with all her might. She knew this would probably cost her her life, but she did it anyway.

"Don't do that again." He growled, the beast within him still trying to free itself. "Your lucky day that I stopped."

Jack swallowed all the anger and grief and ran off.