"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave."
"And I will be yours," Sarah whispered, her face inches away from Jareth.
"Kiss me, Sarah." She did. His lips were cold.
"I cannot love you, Goblin King."
"And why is that?"
"You're just a dream."
"Aren't dreams always better than reality? Why would I be any better if I were real?"
"But... I'm real."
"You don't have to be."
"I do. I can't leave my parents."
"But they wouldn't care, would they?" crooned Jareth, letting his fingers trail down her cheek. She sighed at his touch.
"They would."
"Are you sure?" he asked mockingly, brows raised, "When was the last time your father held you like this?" He held Sarah tight to his body, stroking her hair.
"It was... six years ago." said Sarah, a tear forming in her eye. It trickled down Jareth's chest.
"I will hold you every day, and love you as your father never did. As your step-mother never will."
"But... Toby."
"Toby will stay with us." Jareth whispered into her locks, "How cruel we would be if we made him suffer the same childhood you did."
"No. My step-mother loves Toby. It would break her heart to take him."
"I see you are unconvinced." said Jareth, taking her away at arms length. Sarah felt cold suddenly, taken away from his warmth.
"I can't."
"Don't wake up, Sarah. Dream with me forever. I can take you anywhere you like; we can do whatever you wish; you can have whatever you want. Your parents couldn't promise the same thing, now, could they?"
"Goodbye, Jareth."
Sarah's eyes fluttered open. The Goblin King came to her every single night. One day she'd give in...