"So you think what you do is right, that you are justified in this?"
Jareth stared unspeaking.
"What makes you think that toying with my mind is the way to win me? Why do you think it's your place to twist and spin me?"
Jareth had his own self-justifications but he didn't feel the need to share them with his quarry.
"What you're doing is wrong."
His eyes lit up in a hidden smirk.
"Jareth, please don't make me live like thi…"
He cut in, "You said yourself I have no power over you. Do as you like then, what more can you ask from me?"
"But, Jareth…it isn't true."
This he already knew. But he liked to hear her admissions.
"Are you saying, Sarah, that I do have power over you?"
Sarah halted.
"In what way, Sarah?" he pressed.
"Jareth…you have an unspeakable power over my heart. I beg you not to abuse it."
He raised an eyebrow, taunting her with his eyes.
"I warned you, Sarah, I can be cruel…" an orb appeared and flicked across his fingertips.
"I know. That's why I'm asking you."
"Asking me what?" he lingered on the last vowel, a dark purr in his throat.
"Don't do this, Jareth…"
"Too late, my pet. You should have considered your position much earlier…I'm not one to change my mind."
The orb rolled from forearm to forearm and made Sarah increasingly uneasy.
But it was too late.
"Oubliette," he pronounced with a clip.
And Sarah was in darkness.
In the darkness Sarah felt about at the grit and rock surrounding her. Inside she was hurt and angry. Addressing the abysmal void swallowing her vision, she spoke:
"I thought you were different. Yet how many times has life put me in a place just like this—maybe not in a fairy Labyrinth, but in darkness, isolation, despair…I've learned well to see through touch and walk without light. Still, I thought perhaps in your kingdom I would find a different welcome. I let you rule me because I believed in what you offered, trusted the hand that reached out for me…
I believed and would still like to believe that you care for me more than you do for your petty games. But when in the name of sport you abandon me to this pit of bewildering misery, I cannot help but think myself justified to protest.
If you want a queen, treat her like one. You put a queen in the dungeon? Because it's fun? Safe? Something in between…?
And if it is my formation, my refinement which you seek in these shameless shenanigans; know well that something delicate roughly handled will not profit but sooner break. If your hand is too harsh, how shall I benefit? When you prune a bush, do you cut it at its trunk?
I believed and would still like to believe it's not my downfall you pursue.
And if you want a queen then I can promise now I will always will to love you.
Must you drag me through the blackened pits of existence to try the mettle of my heart?
Can't you find a kinder method? Can't you spell a softer art?
With a thousand enchantments at your disposal, why take the most merciless elixir and pour it down my throat?
No no, I have nothing more to prove to you, dear Jareth. I have proved as much as I will ever prove. Now you must demonstrate to me that it is a queen you love and not this dastardly ploy!"