A/N: Alrighty, I've changed this chapter somewhat once again. It's mainly the ending that's changed. I've kind of combined both versions I had up here and then some. So if you like it, let me know. Don't make me resort to singing Let Me Entertain You from Gypsy. That actually may come up later though, tehehe. I'm still working on Chapter 5, it's going to be pretty long I can tell ya that much or it may turn into two chapters, who knows. Enjoy!

You would think that the Goblin King would send someone…actually thing, who knew its way around to help me get to the dining hall on time, which would be honorable. And we all know that the Goblin King is an honorable man. Yeah. Fucking. Right. Instead, I get the infinite joy of running around in every which way in nothing but a skimpy dress and a thong chasing after this lil green thing that looks like a scary version of a gremlin who says he "knows" where he's going. Eventually, we do get to the right door 15 minutes later.

Yippee for me. I put the giant pumps that came with this whorish ensemble onto my feet before entering the dining hall. There, sitting in an overly large, very comfy looking, dining room chair (it actually looked like a loveseat it was that big), was the Goblin King leaning back into the chair, one leg resting on one of the arms of the chair showing off his, ahem, "attributes," looking off into space and looking absolutely bored.

"You're late." He stated not yet looking at me, a slight smirk on the corners of his lips.

"Hey," I cry, "I can't help it if your lil gremlin didn't know how to get here." I point to the thing that showed me the way to the dining hall, 15 MINUTES LATE! It looked up at me, looking quite frustrated. Apparently calling the lil bugger a gremlin was an insult.

"Grr. Goblin!" It yelled at me, jumping up and down in anger. It was hopping mad. (Yes, I am a dork, thanks; tell me something I don't know.) "I's be a Goblin, ya freakin aardvark!" Well yous needs to learnz hows ta speak properly. I was about to say before Jareth threw a crystal at him and the little guy went POOF in a cloud of smoke and glitter. Why the glitter?

I looked at the spot where the goblin used to be standing, mouth agape with shock and wonder. "What did you do to him?" I asked.

"I sent him to the Bog of Eternal Stench.," he replied as if he'd done it numerous times before.

"Ok, do you do that often?" Often enough that you'll be tempted to poof me there when I defy you some more? I wanted to ask. Would he?

"No," He stands up and walks toward me. "I usually kick them or throw them out the window." he told me nonchalantly.

"That's horrible." I mean, the lil buggers can get annoying, but just to kick them, throw them out the window, and put them in the Bog is just mean. They're just like puppies, only uglier, and they can talk…sort of, they don't know any better.

"Oh believe me, there are worse things I could do." Looking a little irked that I would question how he treats his subjects.

Ok, let's not make him upset again, Shannon. I thought. There's got to be something I could say to calm him down. Aha, I've got it. "Yeah, like what? Command them to take a bath?" I responded, hoping and praying that it would work.

He hesitated for a moment, pondering what I just said. Silence and then, "You know that might just work." He laughed at the thought. Had he never thought of that? It's obvious the way the goblins look that they wouldn't really care for a bath, plus if they were anything like the gremlins in that one movie, they would hate water.

"Well," I stated, wandering my way toward the table past him. "I'm glad that I've inspired you with new ways to punish your subjects." I turned around to look at him, giving him a sarcastic smirk of my own.

His eyes grew darker, which wiped away that little smirk off my face and replaced it with fear. "What can I say?" He strode towards me in a determined step, only stopping when he had me trapped between him and the table. How do I get myself into these situations? Leaning toward me, he whispered in my ear. "You bring out a lot of things in me." Then out of instinct, I looked down. My mind had to decide to take up residence in the gutter. Why not a nice suburban house like the ones in Leave it to Beaver? Stupid me. I quickly brought my gaze up to his face; only find a very smug Goblin King looking back at me. He released me from his hold only to grab my hand to lead me to a dining chair, normal looking unlike his extravagant and large one next to it. "Come, sit, you must be famished."

Slightly confused, I ask, "Aren't you going to 'punish me' for being late?" I cringed. I had to open my mouth and remind him about that little detail. In my mind, I start hitting my face with a frying pan.

"No, not yet." he remarked, pulling the chair out for me to sit in, like a gentleman (weird). "You're going to need your energy for it." That made my eyes grow to the size of saucers. Just wonderful. He wants me to be at my best health so he can torture me and cause me more pain and agony for a much longer time. Sadistic bastard.

Maybe if I play innocent, I can find out what exactly he plans to do with me. Although I think, by the innuendos and him pinning me under him every chance he gets, that I have a pretty good idea. "Um…ok. I'm not sure why, but I'm going to ask; why?"

"Oh you'll find out soon enough." he smirks, patting the back of the chair with hand. "Come, sit down."

I sigh as I stepped toward the chair and sat in it. As soon as my butt (which I might add was bare since I was wearing a thong) landed into the chair, the sudden coldness of the chair made me jump back up and sharply inhale. "Problem?" Jareth asked with mock concern.

"No, not really." I turn to glare at him right in the eye, saying in my sweetest voice. "It's just that it's kind of cold in here and this get-up you're making me wear isn't exactly made of the warmest material." That'll show him not to make me wear such absurd clothing.

He walked over to his large, extravagant, chair, plopped down into it, looked over at me and said, "Well then, come here and sit next to me." Rubbing the space next to him suggestively.

I backed away a couple of steps, my eyes back to the size of saucers. "Um…Not that I'm not grateful for your offer of warmth but I'd rather not." Even though it would be nice to see how comfy that chair really is, I thought. Focus Shannon. Look at whom you're talking to, remember what Sarah said; he's dangerous. Don't trust him.

"Why ever not, Shannon?" he asked.

"I don't trust you." I folded my arms across my chest, one, to show him that I didn't, and two, to be able to brace myself in case he was to attack me.

But he didn't, instead he just sat there, looking at me with that damned amused smirk on his face. "Shannon, is it that you don't trust me or you don't trust yourself?" I glared at him. Of course, I trust myself. Though now that I think about it, when it comes to him my body does do things that my mind doesn't really approve of. Maybe I don't trust myself. Still, I'm not going over there. I'm just going to stand here. "Don't defy me, Shannon." He voice breaking the silence, the amusement gone from his face. "Remember what I said before. Unless, of course, you want your punishment later on to be much worse."

Damn him. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine," I bellow as I march over to the humongous chair, "but I'm not going to enjoy it." I dramatically plunge down onto the chair. Before I hit the cushion, he grabs my hips and pulls me down so that I'm sitting right in between his legs. I thought about wriggling out of this position, but then I remembered what happened the last time I tried to wriggle out from his grip and how his "friend" made an appearance at the loft Sarah and I owned back aboveground. Let's not let that happen again. So I gave out another frustrated sigh, crossed my arms over my chest, and just sat there.

"That's a good little girl." He praises me as he strokes my brunette hair (it actually looks like strawberry blonde since I got the red and blonde highlights put in). Here he goes with the 'little' phrase again; I hope his 'friend' is just an illusion so that when (I have a feeling there's no ifs about it) I see it, I can call it little. I glare back at him, but he just smirks at me in amusement, lays his chin on my shoulder, tickling my cheek with his wild platinum blonde hair, and starts rubbing my stomach with one of his hands. Then with a wave of his other hand, he conjures a crystal, he then throws it onto the table and with a puff of smoke and glitter, plates and plates of breakfast food appear. Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, you name it, along with some items I was sure what they were, it was on that table hot, steamy, and ready to eat. Like the bathrooms, I could definitely get used to this. Oo, are those chocolate chip muffins? Yay!

"That's nifty." I comment as Jareth magically piles two plates full with samples of everything on the table.

"It's nothing really, anyone here can do a spell as simple as that." he replies as if it's nothing unusual. Nothing, nothing, nothing tra la la. I remember Sarah telling me about the time she spent with him in the tunnel, how he was so amazing looking but yet so dangerous, she told me she would have kissed him if Hoggle wasn't there and she had to go save her brother from him. I wonder if I'll ever meet Hoggle and the gang while I'm here.

"Nobody can do that where I'm from, except for maybe Criss Angel." Ah, the Mindfreak with his gorgeous locks of raven black hair, his sexy well toned body that would make any woman melt, and let's not forget his amazing power of illusion. He can disappear into my bedroom anytime he wants as far as I'm concerned. Once again, I go off into my la la land, thinking about Criss Angel and all of his sexiness, my mouth probably open with drool coming out slightly.

"That pretty boy," he growls out while pressing me tighter to his body, waking me from my la la land, "is just an illusionist, he couldn't do real magic if he tried." Is he jealous? Aha! I can't wait to start gushing about other hot guys from Aboveground like Gerard Butler, Orlando Bloom, Christian Bale, Josh Groban, David Bowie, and many, many more. Wait, if he knows about Criss Angel, what else does he know?

"You know about Criss Angel?" I asked, surprised that he would know about him.

"Oh, I know a lot of things about the Aboveground, Shannon." He answers, nuzzling my neck, "More than you might even know."

"That's surprising," ignoring his advances on me, "I always thought of you as not knowing what stuff aboveground is, since you don't really come up there except to steal babies away. Plus you don't have any electricity or anything modern, except the plumbing for the bathrooms."

He stops and looks at me like he's slightly insulted. I didn't mean for it to be, it was just an observation for crying out loud. "I'll have you know," he retorts, "that I like my castle the way it is. I find modern things and electricity to be unnecessary."

"Interesting." I expressed, as I looked at the plate in front of me. I find a very nice looking banana, I grabbed it, peeled off the skin, and, without thinking, slid as much of the banana as could fit into my mouth blissfully forgetting that the Goblin King's very close to me, watching, with fascination, as the banana slides into my mouth.

"You know," He murmurs into my ear roughly as I start to bite into the banana, "you're so much cuter with something in your mouth." I just about choked on that banana realizing what I was doing. I took what had not bitten into and threw it back on the plate as I started to have a coughing fit, trying not to choke on what I had in my mouth already. It finally went down my esophagus and my coughing fit stopped.

"I thought you didn't like modern things." I state calmly. "Last I heard Nickelback was a modern band." A very good band, I might also add.

"I didn't say that I didn't like modern music." He comes back with as he grabs a slice of kiwi and bites into it very suggestively, while letting the juices drip down his mouth and lazily licking his lips with his tongue. In my mind I hear Maroon 5's song Kiwi and how that the song is very coincidental to my situation, well I'm guessing if the Goblin King had it his way it would be. As I stare at his mouth and the juices dripping from it, I really, really wanted to lick and taste those juices both outside and inside of his mouth. Plus some other things since the song Kiwi was going through my head, but then I snap out of it and blush a deep crimson red for thinking of such carnal things. He then stares at me as if he's reading my mind, smirks, and continues eating. I grab a muffin from my plate and start digging in.

"Can I ask you something?" I question, after getting my fill of food.

"Yes." he answers, leaning back into the chair, which put more pressure on my lower back from his abdomen (plus his danger zone) than I would have liked.

"Why am I here?" I turn to look at him. He might as well tell me now what he plans to do with me.

With an amused smirk on his face he answered, "You are here because you were wished away by your best friend, silly." He taps his finger lightly on my nose as if I was a child. I ignored it, for now.

"Yes I know how I got here, but I want to know is why I am here? You haven't turned me into a goblin or whatever you do to the wished away, so I assume you plan to do something with me." Not that I'm complaining about it. I was actually glad that he hadn't turned me into one of those things…yet.

"And how would you know what I do with the wished away?" Sounding a little curious.

I looked at him with confusion and a little bit of fear and replied, "Sarah told me that, when you took Toby, you told her that you would turn him into a goblin if she failed to solve the Labyrinth in time."

"Ah, Sarah." He said as if he were remembering her fondly, "She would always jump to conclusions, contort, and twist every word I said. To answer your question, I do turn the wished away into goblins." He must have seen the terror in my eyes and he added, "However, I don't plan on turning you into a goblin. Unless I'm provoked, but I don't think you would want that." He gave me a cold and menacing look while his hands started to roam over me, "The process of transformation is a very painful one, especially for the older wished aways, like you."

I gulped, even though I don't have the 'perfect' body, as Sarah does (which I envy since she can eat whatever she wants and never gain a single ounce), I still like my body the way it is. I didn't want to change into one of those…things.

"So, what am I going to do here?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know, to be honest. I hope Sarah saves me soon; I don't want to suffer a fate worse than death, if you catch my drift.

"You will stay here in my castle and be my personal assistant." That's not good. Nope, not good at all. Spending the majority of my time here with the Goblin King is not going to help save me from that fate worse than death.

"Why?" I had to ask him. Curiosity will kill me one of these days, I tell you.

He smiles at me and whispers in my ear, "Because I just love torturing you by telling to do things for me." I scoff in reply at that, he chuckles, his warm breath teasing my earlobe making me moan involuntary (I couldn't help it, as a twenty year old woman, I do have those urges, but I've never acted upon them. I'm waiting till marriage, thank you. That, sadly, may not happen since I have the feeling he's going to force me to do it whether I want to or not, more than likely not.).

"You've seen what I have to deal with everyday;" he continued, "I could use a little…assistance." It was true, on my little detour with the lil goblin; we did go by the throne room, which was a total pigs sty. It was full of goblins drinking, napping, gambling, doing some questionable things with a bunch of chickens, and some other things I would rather not remember. They're a handful all right. Although, I wasn't sure what kind of 'assistance' he meant.

"So what will you have me do?" Hoping that I really didn't have to deal with those goblins that much or him for that matter.

"Whatever I want you to." He answers as he grabs my waist tightly, pulls me much closer to him, lays his cheek on my shoulder, while brushing his lips against my neck. Possessively, I might add.

"Examples?" I try to keep my mind off his actions, afraid of how I would respond if he kept on going.

"Oh not much, really." He responded nonchalantly, continuing his minstrations upon me "Wake me up in the morning, clean up parts of the castle, run errands for me, make love to me, entertain me when I'm bored, help take care of the wished away when there's a runner, read letters out loud, write letters to other kingdoms-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I jump out of his hold as soon as I registered 'make love to me' to stand up in front of him "What did you say after run errands for you?"

"Entertain me when I'm bored." He replies innocently as he moved out his body, so that he was lounging out completely in the chair.

"No, I could've sworn you said make love to you." I crossed my arms around my chest and glared at him. I knew what he said; I just wanted to see if he would own up to it.

"Did I?" he asked coyly, smirking deviously as he continued, "I think you may be hearing things Shannon. Have something else on you mind that you'd like to share?"

"No," I snapped back defensively at him, "I don't, but I'm pretty sure that you do." I blushed again, darn it. When I do blush, it's pretty darn obvious, considering I'm as pale as a ghost. He obviously saw me blushing for he grinned wolfishly at me, gracefully strolling over to me, and snaked his arms around my waist, resting his hands on the small of my back.

"Oh you have no idea how right you are, Shannon." he sighed as he rested his forehead against mine, his lips inches away from my own begging to be kissed, and his beautiful mismatched eyes halfway closed looking into mine.

Whoa there! Mayday! Mayday! Danger, Danger! Remember what Sarah said, Shannon! I thought to myself. It's time for me to be the killjoy, yippee. Besides, as much as I would like him to ravish me, I still have my morals. I am not a girl who goes booming with every bloke I meet. "Yeah, no offense," I push myself away from him, "but I am not really mood to play show and tell. Kind of in a bad mood from being stolen and harassed by an extremely horny Goblin King and all that jazz."

He stood there studying me for a moment. From what I'm guessing he was shocked that I'm able to resist his charms. I'm probably only the second person to do so, after Sarah of course. "Perhaps I can help to remedy that bad mood." He looks somewhat irritated, but not enough to scare me very much grabs my arms, not very gently but not enough to hurt me, and pulls me towards him.

I gasped with excitement. "You will set me free and let me go back home?" Wishful thinking.

"No."

I pouted a little, and then said, "You won't punish me for the incompetence of your gremlins?"

He laughed a little at this statement, as a parent would at a child trying to get out of punishment. "Goblins, love." he corrected me, "And no, you are still getting your punishment."

"Damn." I pouted at my failed attempt, looking as cute and innocent as I could. "Well it was worth a try." I sighed and asked, "So, what now?

"I can think of something we can do that you'll enjoy." He grinned mischievously.

Warning bells were going off again in my head as I responded. "I'm wondering if I should be afraid or if I should be curious."

"Trust me you'll like it." He reassured me as his hands rubbed up and down my arms. Warning bells still blaring in my head, I stepped back defensively, fear obviously in my eyes.

"No, thanks." I replied, batting his hands off my arms, "How can I trust you when I, one, barely know you and, two, I don't like what I know of you so far?" I reacted.

"Well, you're going to have to; you don't really have any other choice." It was true; I didn't really have any other choice. At least he hasn't tried to harm me in anyway, yet. It was either him, or the goblins. Moreover, I'm not really going to trust those dirty little things.

Then it hit me, "No actually, I do have a choice. Since I am my own person, I can choose for myself on things that concern me. So ha!" I smirked haughtily, proud that I, in my own way, told off the Goblin King. Horray!

His darkened mismatched eyes (I wonder, does my defiance actually turns him on in some weird sadistic way?) were intently watching me while he grinned an evil grin that showed his somewhat vampire like canines. That wiped my smirk off my face right quick, "No, my little feisty thing, I think not." I started to back away, but his footsteps toward me mimicked mine, "You forget, Shannon, that you are mine to do with however I please." With that, he grabbed my arm and started to pull me toward the door. Shit. I didn't want to go anywhere with him, so I attempted to fight him off my arm while protesting the entire way. I tried to pull my arm out of his, but found his grip was too strong. I tried to force his hand off my arm with my other hand; unfortunately, he grabbed my other arm and started to pull me toward the door with both of my arms. I only had one option left, so I ungraciously plopped down on the ground, forcing him to drag my dead weight to the door.

"Shannon. I warned you not to defy me, but you have left me no choice." He growled as he stopped and let go of my arms. "You are coming with me, whether you like or not, little girl." He stated as he put his fist on his hips.

"No. I'm not going anywhere with you. And stop calling me little girl. I may be short, but in no way am I a girl." I rebelled. I didn't care what the punishment was, I was not going anywhere with him without a fight. I'm defiant to the end.

"Oh I've noticed, believe me." he stated, leering at me for a moment, then went back to frowning, "However, you are going to go with me, we have business to attend to. Now get up!" He commanded in threatening voice.

"No!" I wasn't going to give up so easily. I'm twice as stubborn as Sarah, when I'm provoked. This would be one of those times.

"Alright, I've given you fair warning." And before I knew it, he grabs me by my waist, picks me up, throws me over one of his shoulders, and holds my legs down by clasping the back of my knees between his chest and his forearm so I don't kick him, like I've been promising him.

This sucks, considering the get-up I'm wearing will more than likely give the Goblin King more than a peek of what's underneath, which isn't much anyway. As if he read my mind, his other gloved hand, that isn't holding me, starts to slid up and down my inner-thighs, getting way too close to my danger zone (if you watch Mad TV when Michael McDonald plays Stuart, you'll understand where I got the phrase danger zone from.). Which was, I just noticed, kind of getting a little too warm and wet for my liking (which would be none at all). His hand stops rubbing my inner thighs and moves my skirt up and away from the part of my thigh (sort of near my ass) closest to his head. I can feel his breath on my thigh and then the sudden warmth, wetness of an open mouth kisses, and his tongue gliding over the skin of my upper thigh, hip, and somewhat my ass, making me gasp at first and then turning into soft moans. (which again was my body rebelling against my mind, I couldn't help it) Good thing I shaved, I thought. Did I just hear him laugh? What if he's reading my thoughts? Can he do that? If he can, then I'm screwed. Damn it.

"Put me down." I demanded, kind of weakly, as my mind was attempting to sober from the attentions I was getting below the waist.

He stopped only to have his hand start rubbing my inner thighs again. "Only if you promise me that you won't defy me ever again and do as you're told."

"Fine." I conceded and he set me back on the floor, but making sure his hands ran up my body as he put me down. The bastard. Well, better to have lost than to be thrown into the Bog of Eternal Stench, out the window, or some much worse punishment than I could think of. "Can I wear something else, please? I don't want to die of hypothermia from wearing this thing all the time." I'm not going to conceded so easily. I still got some fight in me left.

"No. You won't die of hypothermia." Damn him. I glared at him as he opened the door for me to walk through.

"Thank you." I said condescendingly as I walked past him.

"Come." he instructed as he grabbed my hand to intertwined it with his and lead me through the hallway to who knows where. Hopefully not to my punishment, I prayed.

"This isn't my punishment, is it?" I asked, hoping it wasn't.

"Depends on what you consider punishment." He grinned, "Come Shannon."