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Sarah froze, her eyes wide, the fury replaced by shock. She attempted to take a deep breath, but his knee pressing on her made that simple movement rather difficult.

She turned her green gaze to where his knee was, then back to his mismatched, smirking eyes. "You're hurting me." She breathed, trying to shift under his weight.

Jareth shook his head, a series of 'tsk, tsk' sounds coming from his cruel lips.

Those lips had lied to her, had given her empty promises, and now they dealt the worst insult of all. She wanted to remove them from his face, to remove his smirk, his cruel words. She wanted to erase his existence from her memory, to start all over again.

"Impossible dreams." He whispered. "Is that what you want Sarah?" He leaned back, and then removed his knee from her stomach, but kept his hold on her wrists. He was above her now, on his knee's straddling her.

Taking a deep breath she winced, her stomach protesting being stretched so far. She sucked in a breath, forcing herself to relax; his close proximity was doing this to her head. Think clearly…She whispered to herself, meeting his gaze once more.

"Keep her out of this Jareth." She stated very clearly, very commandingly.

Jareth chuckled, his free hand moving to the collar at her neck. "So the pet gives orders to the Master?"

He watched as she cringed, the anger that he knew so well coming back into her eyes and he felt his spirits lift with the way her eyes brightened.

"I am not your pet, Goblin King." She hissed.

He looked down at her, then around, a mock concern lightening his voice. "But my pet, I don't see any other humans about! You are the minority here, used as slaves, as play things." His voice turned to steel as he squeezed her wrists together; his smile wicked, but somehow playful at the same time. "You should be thanking me Sarah, have I not given you a home? Nice things? And your precious books?"

"I don't want anything from you."

Jareth sighed, shaking his head, wisps of blond hair moving around his eyes as he grimaced. "What a pity Sarah."

"What's so pitiful now?"

"That you don't have a choice."

He moved off of her slender body her easily, but brushed one of his thighs against hers for good measure, watching as the blush rose in her cheeks. She may hate him, oh yes, he could feel that, it radiated off of her in waves. But she wanted him. He watched as she sat up quickly, rubbing her wrists, a small grimaced covering her eyes as she tenderly touched her stomach, she would be bruised, but Jareth was not concerned, humans healed quickly enough.

"Now then, the question on your mind Sarah, is what do I intend to do with you?" He began to pace. "And it is of course a valid one."

Sarah just nodded, staying seated on the bed, but watching him through lowered lashes, not missing a single movement, her distrust growing with every pace he took.

"Well, I intend to keep my promise to you of course, and you eventually will give me what I want."

"What are you talking about Jareth?" She asked exasperated, at this point she would take her ex-husband over the Goblin King any day."

"To give you everything you want of course, we have discussed this already!" He stated bluntly, turning to face her. "Or do you need to be reminded Sarah?"

Sarah could feel herself blush as he dropped the reminder of their kiss, of his touch; it was as though he fed the memories into her mind. She just nodded then looked up at him, wrapping her arms around herself.

"As long as I be your slave, love you, fear you, and do as you say," She shook her head, her long hair brushing over her shoulders. "Is that not what you had in mind Jareth?"

"Very well put Sarah, yes, it is exactly what I want." He said very somberly. He came to stand before her, looking down at her.

When Sarah did not meet his gaze he lifted her chin with his unstained glove. He watched as she winced when she looked at his neck, the blood making streaks on his white shirt, then as her eyes met his, unapologetic, and like jade ice.

"Love with fear, is not love." She said simply, her voice sad, and far away.

"So you say." Jareth replied. He moved away from her then, thoroughly disgusted with her and with himself. Her for simply not doing his bidding as other do- unquestioned and with himself for not finding an easier way to get everything he wanted.

He was nearly to the door when her voice stopped him.

"How do you know about my mother?" It was barely a whisper, but it was enough to put a smile back on his face. Should he conjure another story? Or perhaps the truth?

Jareth turned to her, folding his arms across his chest he leaned against the door, putting one foot over the other. "I think the question it Sarah," He put in a dramatic pause, licking his lips. "Was your first time here, really your first time here?"

He watched as her lovely eyes widened, her beautiful lips parted in a silent response. "I shall let you ponder that for the evening." He gave her a mock bow, then exited her room, silence following him out.

Authors Note- Okay, crazy I know, but I had to explore all possibilities, and I noticed no one really does a whole heck of alot with her past, so yeah... I would love comments on this chapter especially, tell me what you think! Thanks so much! MB