Sarah opens her mouth to scream for help but no sound comes out.
"I've taken away your voice, my dear Sarah. I'll give it back if you agree to be calm." Jareth says tightening his grip. "Do you agree?" Sarah nods as she thinks of a way to free herself.
"Thank you, you may now speak." Sarah fights the urge to scream and struggle. She must stay calm, she tells herself.
"What are you doing here," Sarah whispers, placing her hands on his hands. She feels Jareth relax his body against hers.
"For our wedding my queen as you promised years ago." Jareth replied reminding her of the deal she made when she returned to the Labyrinth on her seventeenth birthday.
"Yes, I remember." Sarah turned around, placing her hands on Jareth's shoulder. Her eyes met with his and she saw a need in them. Sarah moved forward as if to give him a kiss. "My King," she says. She hears him gasp slightly as he closes his eyes.
Sarah smirks as she brings his knee against his groin. He screams in pain as she pushes him away from her. For a moment she watches him writhe in pain on the ground.
"My King, my ass," Sarah yells at him. She hears her father running up the stairs and opens her bedroom door, running out to the hallway.
"Is everything alright, Sarah?" her father asks her, a spatula in his hand.
Sarah looks back at her bedroom and sees no sign of Jareth.
"Everything's fine," Sarah said returning back to her father. "Just a bad dream."
Sarah's father smiles at his only daughter. "Well, alright then. Breakfast will be ready in a little while, sweetheart."
"Okay, Dad. I'll get ready now."
"And don't forget to wake up your brother, please." Her father asks as he makes his way down the stairs and back to the kitchen.