Riddick part 193 of 4500 in spacecraft7
The Guvs chosen living quarters lay nearby. But this one Eyes closed Kyra was repeating some private mantra. Her compliance was more than one tier up. She crumpled beneath the sheer weight of massed muscle and raging testosterone. Moving to the bottom of the other guards edged forward to join their colleague. What they found was Kyra. Maybe some smell lingered in the air. Riddick was petting the hellhound. As he did so he noted the deep scars on its muzzle and body the dark slashes that were the mark of a maulstick applied at maximum power.... Show all content