Week 4: Queen Bitch

Already she had tossed him aside – ensnared him and left him broken and obsessed. His friends told him to step off, leave her be. But he couldn't resist the dream, the web she wove, pulling him in, wrapping him up, oozing that false love like a drug – poisoning him.

She looked up at him from the street, that sweet malicious smile curling her lips as she pulled her newest conquest behind her into the club, her dress whispering sinful promises over her skin.

Blinking at the sting, he looked away into the eyes of an owl perched lonely and watchful.

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Author's Note:

Sarah is using and abusing those "certain powers" and not to the benefit of the GK...

Disclaimer: Labyrinth (c) Henson & Co; Queen Bitch (c) David Bowie

Thanks for reading! This one was tough to relate to Labyrinth, given that it's about a homosexual man trying to hook up with a transvestite prostitute. Needless to say, I needed to reimagine a bit. For inquiring minds, relevant lyrics for Queen Bitch:

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Yes she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no

So I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no