Five

'Getting my own back'- Jack

For two weeks she had the nightmares. For two fucking weeks. Every damn fucking night she would spring up from bed, sweating all over, and cry herself to sleep again. And every night she would dream the same thing. She would be tied up in one of the rooms, with Riddick on top of her, his shiv in his hand. He would lean forward, whisper something in her ear and then start cutting up her clothes. This time he would finish.

It was hell. Jack had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. She couldn't even go look over the program that Fry suggested had info on it. And oh God how much she hated Riddick for all he'd done to her.

She knew what she had to do. Everyone was suggesting it all too much. It was a simple solution.

"Carolyn? Carolyn, I'll go have a look at the power cells, OK? I'll be back in an hour."

"Yeah, whatever."

Jack entered her room and slammed the door shut in an instant. Her backpack was on her bed, already full with her 'things'. This was going to be easy, she thought, as she went to check herself in the mirror. 'Not bad, for a boy,' she laughed at her reflection.

Jack slowly crept into the basement where Riddick was inspecting the power cells. Of course, she should have known. No light. The room was plunged into darkness. She cursed herself under her breath. Stupid, stupid! How am I supposed to see him now? She spent a few seconds trying to calm down. This was going to be harder than she thought.

Riddick was in the basement, looking over the cells on the wooden table. He turned round when he smelled someone in the room with him. That person was trying to make no sound as he ducked behind one of the large boxes.

Someone wants to play games with me, hm?

He turned round, but saw no-one. He smiled to himself. Of course not. This person wanted to hunt probably. Bad for him he'd end as prey. Riddick caught a faint sweet scent in one of the corners. The smell surprised him. No-one from the ship used this fragrance. Slowly he walked over, nearly predatory like foot steps, to the box.

"Riddick? You startled me."

"What are you doing here, Jack? And why are you creeping up on me like that?"

She smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, if it looked that way, I was just uh looking for some tools."

"Tools? What tools?" He asked, the skepticism in his face and voice obvious.

"I just needed to fix something."

Yeah, right, Jack. You're a good liar, but not good enough.

"What do you need fixed? Maybe I can help?" He decided he'd play along.

"One of the accelerators is dead and I thought I could repair it."

Nice try, but I'm not buying.

"This is it," she suddenly lunged forward, grasping one of the blackjacks, "exactly what I need."

He gave her an odd smile and walked over back to the table to began inspecting the cells again. "Close the door on your way out, will ya?"

"Sure thing," was the last he heard, before being knocked unconscious.

If Riddick hadn't fallen on the table, there would have been no way she could have gotten him on it again. It took her a few minutes before she lowered all the cells on the ground and positioned Riddick's body on the table. Now she could begin with the restraints. Damn she hoped he wouldn't wake up. She hit him with all the might she had and she still thought it wasn't enough. The though of him waking up now, with no restraints, would mean her certain death. Fuck girl, I hope you know what you're doing…

Riddick finally had all the restraints fastened, on both his legs and arms. She took a moment and looked at him, he lay there almost peacefully.

Now it was time to begin with the makeover. She got out of her old pants and slipped into new leather ones, ones she had in her backpack. She took off her long shirt and then rolled off the clothing that kept her breasts hidden from view. Then she pulled a sleeveless top over body. Freeing her hair from the hair-band, she walked a few steps to one of the crooked mirrors on the wall. Hell, she looked totally different. Long locks of golden brown hair framed her face and the clothes brought out her feminine figure. She ran her fingers through her hair. This had to work, this had to--

"Jack?" His voice startled her, it came at her like an electric shock.

She took a deep breath and walked over to the table. His eyes were watching her, almost predatory.

"You're up early," she smiled innocently.

"Jack, what are you playing at?"

"Oh, you'll like it, don't worry." She stepped closer to him, as to if examine his expression.

Riddick's eyes were unreadable, but he was pretty aware what was happening. Fuck, how he hated restraints and what the hell was she doing anyway?!

"My, my, don't look so shocked, Riddick, you know very well what we're going to do," she laughed cheerfully, her hand suddenly resting on his cheek.

Riddick didn't move. He just watched her every movement.

"Well," she continued, stroking him, "we're going to play a hunter-prey game. Guess who you are?"

"Did Johns drug you, Jack?" He interrupted her.

"Huh?" She said, as if annoyed, but then she added sweetly, "where was I? Oh yes, you're the prey, Riddick."

"Answer my question."

She raised her eyebrow, licking her lips. "You know, Riddick, I'm not here to answer your questions. I'm here for a different purpose," her fingers playfully walked up his chest.

"You think you'll get out of this room alive?" He laughed at her.

"A question you should be asking yourself, darling," she smiled, leaning closer to him. Her breath was sweet, he noticed.

Riddick looked up at her, now with a slight annoyance in his glare. "What do you want, Jack? Why the hell did you tie me up?"

"Oh, but you know, Riddick. You did literally the same thing to me. An act of humiliation. Embarrassment. Fear. Take your pick."

He didn't say nothing. He just stared back at the ceiling.

"You don't have such a hard shell, do you?" She asked, climbing slowly onto the table.

"So you want to play?" He asked, a smile forming in the corners of his mouth.

"Smart, smart boy," she leaned closer, sitting down on top of him. Her voice was husky and seductive.

In a few swift moves she positioned herself against his thighs, her hand slowly going through her hair.

"Oh, Riddick, you don't know how much I'm enjoying this."

He didn't look at her, his face was immobile, unreadable whatsoever.

She knew how much he hated this. Being in submission. She knew he couldn't stand being under the commands and orders of a woman. Good for her.

"Oh common, Riddick, you wanted to play earlier and now I want to play. It's fair," she whispered hoarsely.

She met his gaze once again, before she started rolling her hips in a slow rate. Oh yeah, she could feel him harden underneath her.

His face was still, but she could see the tendons in his neck stretch. She was getting to him! A sudden burst of exultation rushed through her. It served the damn psycho-bastard right!

She thrust against him more rapidly, feeling the erection in his pants grow. "I knew you wouldn't fail me," she smiled slyly.

He was mad. She could see his eyes burning and his whole body shaking with fury. He surged up against the restraints unexpectedly. It startled her-- she just hoped the restraints were able to hold him.

"Fucking bitch!" He growled at her, with abrupt loss of control. The beast within him was thwarting rage. He'd do something very not nice to her for this.

Jack smiled at him victoriously and in one smooth move she jumped off the table. She ran her fingers through her hair again and looked up at him once more.

He was calm again.

"Alright then," he looked at her, shifting a bit in the restraints. "Common here, Jack, and do it the right way."

Oh shit. Shit. She hadn't thought of this happening.

"If you want it so bad, Jack, I'm willing to give in."

Screw you, Riddick. Screw you! She was shaking now, going over his words again. Drops of perspiration formed on her forehead.

Riddick watched with amusement as she clenched her fists together. He wondered whether she was actually going to hit him or not.

"Are you a virgin, Jack? I bet you are," he laughed at her slyly. "I can teach you a _lot_ of things and maybe I'll even enjoy it."

Fuck you, Riddick! She was shaking hard now. He got to her! That fuck got to her! In a quarter of a second they changed their roles. Now he was playing with her. Again.

She stepped closer to him, still not sure whether to hit him, spit at him or kill him.

"You…," she muttered under her breath.

He smiled, knowing he had her.

Riddick lifted his head up from the table. "Common, baby. It's not that hard." He licked his lips. "But it hurts a bit the first time."

No, maybe she wouldn't kill him.

"I'm dreaming about your pussy right now, Jack. Show me what you've got."

Maybe she would.

She stormed off, slamming the door shut behind her. Just as they closed, she leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees. She was breathing hard as if from running a marathon.

No, she shouldn't have shown him he had her. That he got to her. Fuck him! Fuck the damn bastard! God, how she hated him.

She played with the thought of returning to the basement. Showing him she was in charge again. Aaargh…It would be hard. Damnit!

She took a deep breath and entered the room.

He wasn't there.

The restraints were ripped up on the table. She could feel her blood stop in her. She was suddenly plunged into agony and fear. Yes, mostly fear.

"Fuck," was all she managed.

He had her slammed against the wall in the next moment before she'd even realized he grabbed her.

His hand covered her mouth, his other hand held her wrists pinned together against the wall above her head.

"Jack, Jack, Jack," he muttered, almost menacingly.

The fear shooting through her was huge, skyrocketing as she realized what he was going to do.

"You thought you had me, didn't you?" He pushed her against the wall harder.

She managed a nod.

Riddick laughed hoarsely at her. "Lesson number one, Jack. Don't mess with Richard B. Riddick."

Her eyes widened with terror.

"You wanted to play, now I want to play."

She started shaking underneath him.

"No restraints, Jack, lesson number two- I HATE them."

She blinked. No, no… Her eyes were getting watery. Oh God.

"You'll pay for what you did," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

A moan escaped her throat as she started struggling beneath him.

Oh shit, this could not get much fucking worse.