*The Sky is Broken by Moby is an amazing song,
and Cannonball by Damien Rice
Chapter 4
The grass around the castle didn't sink down under body weight like it did Aboveground; rather it supported and lifted you up.
The only down side was that the grass would poke you and sometimes broke skin. To Sarah, the grass seemed alive, like a beast, commanded by the beast in the castle. It would ripple with no wind; foot prints would appear near Sarah whenever she was alone at night on the palace grounds. She would be lying in the garden in front of the rose bushes and then would be in front of the castle again. Sarah suspected Jareth was trying to unnerve her, trying to deprive her of her joys, trying to make her retreat to the castle. The only place safe was in front of the Labyrinth.
Sarah had a book containing fairy tales similar to the Brothers Grimm, but with a sinister appeal, and a packed picnic basket
made special form the cook and was heading towards the Labyrinth. She knew she was going to bump into Jareth soon, the
castle always rearranged itself so that she would be near him.
"Going someplace, dearest Sarah?" His voice was low, raw sensuality. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her back, she could feel him.
Sarah replied that she was going to have a picnic in front of the Labyrinth and proceeded to twist out of his grip, walking away form him.
So that's where you've been going Sarah. But what's there is more deadly that man. I could never kill you but it might.
Jareth smirked at the idea of Sarah running away from her death, her dressed torn and body bleeding from scratches. She would
never know what it was, yet she was so close to it. Pain was his pleasure. He loved hearing them scream.
Jareth headed to the oubliette to see how the prisoners were doing in his new devices.
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Thank god I missed the goblins.
Sarah had everything just the way she wanted it; the book in front of her, the wicker picnic basket to her left side, and her favorite red fluffy blanket underneath her. But still she couldn't concentrate on the very sexual, violent version of Cinderella.
"Why does he do the things he does? I don't suppose you can answer me that can you Labyrinth?"
Sarah got up and threw her arms apart, her hair now to her feet and yelled," Oh mighty Labyrinth free me from he that I am bound to. Free me from this place and I shall be grateful for all eternity!"
But the Labyrinth remained silent as usual.
"No answer as usual Labby? I suppose you are afraid of him as all the others are. Do I fear him? Do I hate him? You've only allowed me to love him and obey him. Nothing else. So therefore I conclude that I would never ever have been in love with Jareth
if not for the words. Oh how I regret them now. How foolish I was then, how much I've grown mentally in such a short period. I should have said something else, should have asked him for things before I gave my word. Now is it too late? His bargain was to be my slave."
Sarah laid down on the blanket tired from her outburst. She was always tired near the Labyrinth.