Jareth set Sarah down on the ground, grinning down at her still form.
A part of him thought that he preferred Sarah like this: quiet and defenceless. Peaceful. Features soft and gentle, not distorted in anger, as she defied him again and again.
But a larger part of him, the more dominant part, craved the look of complete fear that he managed to evoke upon her face whenever he looked at her.
It made him feel powerful and absolute.
He loved it.
He got off on it.
He rejoiced in that fact that he could smell the fear on her whenever they were in the same room. They didn't even have to be touching, it was so strong.
It drenched her.
Consumed her, at times.
And like a predator hunting its prey, he enjoyed it immensely.
He craved it.
For if the girl did truly fear him, it would not be long before she completely succumbed to his will.
Then, from somewhere inside the Labyrinth, an unseen clock struck eleven.
Jareth's lips curled upwards in distaste- he would now have to leave his Sarah here.
Here, all alone.
By herself, and away from him.
Lying at the entrance of the Labyrinth she had once championed.
Lying in the dirt like some sort of...commoner.
Waiting to run his Labyrinth yet again.
Although this time, Jareth knew she was not running it solely for her stolen little brother.
No.
This time, she was also running it for herself.
For her freedom.
She would not win.
For this time, the Goblin King had a few tricks up his sleeve.
Tricks that would allow him to claim Sarah as his own, once and for all.
She would not become Champion of the Labyrinth a second time.
Of that he was certain.
I apologise for the delay in updating.
Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter- I know it's short, but any chapter in Jareth's POV will rarely be very lengthly.
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