It didn't take long until Randi was finished with her bath. She was slipping on a short dress when a knock on her door caught her attention. Smoothing out the black slip she creaked open the door to see a man with dark hair and blue eyes standing there, nervously fiddling with his cuff sleeve. Those eyes.
"C-Clopin?" she whispered, opening the door a bit further, eyes narrowing at the man who was now looking back at her nervously. He gave her a shy grin.
"Hello Randi." his thick British accent was apparent. "I came here to show you around the castle. One could get lost in its rath-"
He was cut off abruptly by a sharp 'smack'. He blinked away stinging tears in his eyes, rubbing his cheek. Randi had slapped him.
"You loathsome little…thing you! You left me for heaven knows what and now you show up here just thinking its all fine and dandy! Show me around the castle will you! I bet you'll let me fall through another trap door thing!"
She raised her hand again to smack him but her wrist was caught, mid-slap, and was pulled tight against Clopin. He snarled at her, looking dangerously wolfish at the moment. His eyes became hard, his brow creased in a deep frown.
"Watch it, pet. We wouldn't want the others to hear your bickering. Many would use it against you and the King. I don't think he would want his reputation ruined because of a pet."
He was surprisingly calm and collected as he spoke, as if to a long time friend, but there was true meaning behind his words. Jareth did say she needed to watch herself and how she acted if she didn't want herself killed. Now she really wondered what position she was put in.
Clopin released her, his warm smile replacing the coldness in his eyes. He held out an arm for her, wanting her to take it. She did without hesitation and felt a sudden rush of relief wash over her. Even though Clopin had betrayed her he was here now. She had a friend.
She looked up at him as he led them to the dining hall, at least that's what she presumed, her eyes lingering over his features. It was Clopin alright. Dark blue eyes, messy black hair, a small stubble of hair coming from his jaw to his chin. She noticed he had larger canines and more 'wolfish' features about him as well. The one thing that nagged her mind was why was he human?
"I see he has leashed you already…"
Clopin was now looking down at Randi, his eyes trained on the collar around her neck. She gave him a sheepish grin, thankful to be snapped out of her thoughts. She brought her hand up, fingers brushing along the band.
"Its very unlikely to have him bound you so quickly…"he continued, looking back up again. "He usually tests out his pets first for whatever job he wants them to do…and not one has had a collar. Very unlikely…"
Randi figured he was musing to himself rather than her. By the distance in his voice. She tried to listen in on him, but his voice dropped to below a whisper, making it hard for her to do such a thing. They soon arrived at an archway, two oak doors in their path. Goblins were standing in front, bickering to themselves.
"Excuse us…we are needed in the Kings presence. "
The two goblins stopped their conversation, and looked wide eyed at Clopin. They bowed their heads, stepping aside.
"A-as you w-wish, S-sir C-Clopin." stuttered one, the doors opening to reveal a spacious, but small, dining room, Jareth sitting at the end of the table, eating quietly. Clopin let go of Randi's arm and ushered her to a chair nest to the king. He bowed at Jareth, smiling slightly.
"She is a very quaint pet, Goblin King…"he purred, eyes flicking over to Randi. Something didn't sound right to her ears though. It almost seemed like it pained him to say those words.
Jareth nodded to himself, looking over at Randi as well. She felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze, her gaze lowering to the empty plate in front of her. It was soon filled with various fruits and meats before her eyes. She looked up at Jareth who smirked before turning to Clopin.
Randi's mouth watered at the delicious smell. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, and that was only an apple then. She would of ravished to food down as soon as she knew it was alright for her to eat but she couldn't bring herself to it. If she ate this food, his food, it would only be another tally on her. She would be accepting it. Accepting her position. She couldn't bring herself to it. She gently pushed her plate away, making up her mind. Jareth of coarse saw the small gesture and understood completely. He wasn't a fool nor would he be made one.
"Clopin…you are dismissed." Jareth said with a wave of his hand. Clopin nodded and slinked out of the room, pulling the doors shut behind him. Randi kept her eyes from Jareth as he reached over to brush her bands out of her eyes.
"My dear Randi….don't defy me. Its not as horrible as you think it may be…" his voice was soft. So gentle. So convincing. She blinked her eyes a few times, wanting not to believe any of it. His fingers trailed across her cheek to her chin, gently grasping it, turning her gaze towards him.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be. All I ask is for your companionship…Let me have you. Rule you. Randi…"
She shook her head, looking away. No. It wouldn't happen this way. She wouldn't be his. She wouldn't be controlled anymore. Why wouldn't he understand it? She heard him sigh in disappointment. Or was it frustration? She didn't care to know.
"As I said last night, you are needing to learn the rules of the Underground. Mostly for my sake, but for your life as well. You will call me by my rightful title in public. If you do not, its most disgrace." he paused, making sure he had her attention. "You are simply my object, possession, put it however you wish. And you shall be treated that way. I want you to understand though, that I am most generous. You are very lucky to be at my side at all times. You will learn that not all pets are treated like you…"
Randi raised her brow, wondering what he was getting at. There were other pets in other kingdoms? She felt like the Slave Trade had made its way to the Underground. Lucky her. She made sure to keep a mental tab on all the rules he was giving her. They were simple really. She wasn't allowed to do much without him being there, and she was to ask his permission. It was like having a parent. One who would ravish you with kisses and sexual acts of the kind in a most disturbing way. She shuddered at the thought.
"Randi…stop daydreaming. We will have to break you of that habit to. When I talk to you…"In an instant he had her pulled into his lap, one arm around her waist, his free hand caressing her jaw.
"I require your full attention…I will get it one way or another…"
His breath was warm against her cheek, making her shiver in delight. Warm lips found her ear and she could feel her defense crumbling. His hand holding her to him ran down her waist to the upper part of her thigh, fingers drawing little patterns in the soft material of her dress. Her eyes closed as he inched closer to the heat building between her legs, yearning for his touch. He moved the hair away from her neck, scraping his teeth lightly over the newly exposed skin before kissing the red marks he left. He was slow, teasing, and agonizing her senses. He was so close now. So close to his prize. The dress was bunching up around her hips, slowly revealing creamy legs. So close.
'Let me rule you'.
Eyes snapped open to attention. Randi started to struggle against Jareth then, trying to free of him. No. This was wrong. So wrong. She couldn't let him do this. It was wrong.
"S-stop. Let me go…."she mumbled, ignoring the way his grip tightened on her. "Please…"
She was let go then, pushed out of his lap and onto the floor. She tucked her legs underneath her, straightening her dress before looking into the angry mismatched eyes of Jareth. His jaw was clenched as well as his fists. What had she done? Tears pricked her eyes as she scooted away from him, raising her arms in defense. The first time she ever denied her father of this, she was beaten horribly.
She didn't see Jareth's expression soften as he saw her shrink back in fear. She didn't see the wave of emotions wash over. Nor did she see the concern in his eyes. Rather she found herself back in her room, on her bed, a cold wet nose pressed against her cheek.
She peeked through her fingers to see Clopin, now in his wolf self, seated next to her, tail wagging only slightly as he licked her cheek. She felt the oncoming sobs and wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging him close to her as she cried, his fur hiding her from the world.
