Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth or Jareth or his tights.

Your Slave

By JediAshes1021

Chapter 2: Taken

"I wish the Goblin King would take you away!" Toby screamed, "Right now!"

"Toby, no!" she screamed, but he did not hear her, for she was already gone.

She stood in the circular indentation in the middle of the throne room, where all the beings that were wished away appeared when they first arrived. She recognized the room from three years before, but then it had been empty. Now, goblins surrounded her on all sides. There were short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones, and even a few chasing chickens. Most of them were drunk and she noticed a keg of ale on one side of the room, one goblin lying opened-mouthed under the tap.

Then she saw him. The man whom she had convinced herself was just a figment of her wild 15-year-old imagination. But there he was, slouching in his throne, one leg hung over the arm and one hand tucked under his chin. He looked exactly the same as he did three years prior; breathtaking, in an open white poets shirt, skin tight, gray leggings, and shiny black, knee high boots.

This was the last thing he had expected today. He had assumed that it would be like any other day: wake up, kick a few goblins, write a few decrees, have some supper, and go off to bed to do the same thing the next day. He was surprised to hear someone make a wish, especially of the King himself. He was even more surprised when he had summoned the one girl that had defeated him, the one girl who he thought of night and day. But he only let the surprise show on his face for a second before replacing it with the old, cold mask of amused indifference.

She tried to tell herself that this was all just a dream, an elaborate dream, but a dream all the same. All she had to do was wake herself up and she would be back in her bedroom.

"Th…this is just a dream. Come on Sarah, wake up!" she said as she pinched herself.

"Oh, my dear Sarah, this is no dream. No, no. This is most defiantly real." He smirked as he stood up and slowly sauntered toward her.

She began to take slow steps backwards as he got closer. "No, this isn't real. It can't be! You're…you're just a figment of my imagination." And with that she tripped over the back of the pit she was standing in. The air came out of her lungs in a whoosh.

"Owww…" she said as she stood up, rubbing her sore butt.

"If this is all a dream, just a figment of your imagination, then how, pray tell, do you feel pain?" he asked, smirking all the more.

She was stumped. 'This can't be real, can it?' But it was, and it was slowly dawning on her that she was in trouble, big trouble.

"Well, if I am here, then why are you here? Shouldn't you be showing Toby the Labyrinth now? He can win, he can get me out." She said with more confidence than she felt.

He chuckled, a sound unfamiliar and slightly startling to Sarah's ears. "You seem to forget that your brother is five years old, hardly old enough to fight the dangers that lurk in my labyrinth. Besides, he was not given the choice to run it or not."

"How can you not even give him a chance? That's not fair!" she yelled at him.

"He does not have the right to run it because of the wording of his wish. You were not wished away to the goblins, but to their king." He said as he watched confusion and worry play across her features.

"So…what does that mean for me?" she asked meekly, afraid of the answer.

"You are now…my slave."

To be continued