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And ponder it Sarah did, over and over again she twisted every possibility. She had no choice but to assume that Jareth was lying, he was the father of lies it seemed.

But still, it nagged at her in a persistent voice. What if he isn't?

And if he is?

Then there is no harm in going over possibilities is there?

Don't you remember Sarah? Her logical voice prodded. He wants to win, would he not use any means necessary?

But what if he is using it assuming I would think he was lying? So therefore I would never found out the truth because I thought he was lying?

She paused in mid circle, a low moan coming from her throat. Sarah placed her head in her hands, and then looked up again, running her fingers through her hair.

"I am going to ask him," She said out loud to herself. "Tomorrow, I am going to ask that…that degenerate! And if he doesn't tell me I'll…" She paused once more, only this time in mid-sentence. "I'll have nothing."

Sarah looked around the room once more, its elegance, its fireplace, and the bed, all of it, was a constant reminder of where she was and of whom she was with. Shaking her head she recalled the ballroom scene, how it wasn't real. But all of this was. No peach, no dancers, no masks, just the room and just the King who had imprisoned her here.

Sarah moved off of the bed and towards the fire place. She looked into the flames, watched as they danced, swayed, swirled. "I have to fight, or I'll lose myself…" She whispered. She looked down at her hands, Jareth's blood dried on her skin, coloring them a reddish brown. She examined her nails closely, noticing chunks of his skin stuck underneath them. Sarah shuddered with repulsion. She moved away from the warmth of the fire and into the bathroom that she was forced to share with the goblin king.

She poked her head in first, checking to see if he was in it or not, and then entered, moving to the sink. Sarah washed her hands, rubbing them against each other vigorously, watching as the white suds turned pink, then watched as Jareth's blood mixed with soap and water swirled down the drain. She turned her focus to her nails then, picking at them until she was sure that all of the skin was out from underneath them.

While Sarah vigorously washed her hands Jareth sat on his bed, completely nude, weaving another spell of his own. He smiled at his handy work as magic that only he could see flowed into the bathroom, surrounding Sarah's head, entering her mind as she washed her hands. With another wicked smile he eased himself under the covers, and closing his eyes the Goblin King promptly fell asleep.

Sarah felt dizzy for just a moment. The room seemed to spin, then as quickly as it came on it was gone. She looked around and then down at the swirling sink. "Probably just the water…" She whispered, her brow furrowed. She turned off the tap and dried her hands then quietly moved back into her room.

Sarah looked through the clothing provided for her then settled on a simply dark green night gown. It had spaghetti straps and an empire waist. The length was only to just above her knees but it was comfortable enough, the fabric soft against her skin. She was beginning to feel tired, and with no idea of what time it was she slid her body under the covers and laid her head on the pillow. Closing her eyes Sarah was soon asleep.

"Why didn't you save us Sarah?" Hoggle stood before her bed, his face torn, bloodied. "Why didn't you need us?"

Sarah sat up looking at him. "But…Hoggle! It's not my fault! Jareth did it to you!"

"We hate you Sarah, no one can save you." She turned, looking at the foot of the bed Sir Didymus was there.

"Only Jareth can, but he won't." Hoggle said with a vicious smile. "You hate him."

Sarah pulled the covered up to her chest, tears poured down her cheek. "No…he did this to you!" She cried out, moved further into the pillows, trying to bury herself.

"Sarah…" She looked at Hoggle, then up, seeing Ludo standing behind him. "Sarah no friend. Sarah Die." All three approached her and Sarah screamed.

"He can't keep you safe Sarah." Hoggle hissed in her ear as he pulled on her hair.

"The King was your only hope my Lady." Didymus said the last words with a bittersweet tone. "And you lost him!"

"No! He did this! Why are you doing this?" Then Ludo's large hand was around Sarah's neck, squeezing, she couldn't breath.

I'm going to die!

Sarah awoke with a scream. She looked around, her hands on her throat but the only thing she felt was the silver choker that Jareth had placed on her neck. Sweat beaded her forehead, her hair was in disarray and she felt as though she couldn't breath. She swung her legs out of the bed and stood, nearly falling. "What…what was that?" She whispered. She looked all over her room then went back into bed. With another shaky breath Sarah told herself it was just a nightmare and closed her eyes once more.

Sarah stood in the bog of eternal stench. She put her hand over her mouth and nose. "Oh God…I hate this smell."

"Then give us your nose!"

Sarah turned quickly, it was a Fiery. "No! Get lost!" She moved forward, seeing the old rickety bridge that had collapsed.

"Then your ears! Give us your ears!" Another voice joined in. Soon there were several Fiery's all around, all coming towards her, a murderous gleam in their eyes. "You cheated! Give us your head!" Their hands reached for her, but talons were in place of their nails.

"NO!" Sarah moved closer to the bridge, then taking a deep breath she stepped onto it. "Move quicker…" She prodded herself. "Come on, come on!" She got to the middle of the bridge. Then it fell.

Sarah screamed. She could hear the Fiery's laughing. She grabbed onto the same branch that she had before. Her hair fell over her eyes and she shook her head, trying to free her sight. "Give us your hands! We'll leave those! Your hands for your head!" They called to her. "C'mon now! No one to save you!" They hollered.

Tears fell again from Sarah's eyes. "God!" She called out. "Someone please help me!"

A voice then whispered in her ear. "Love me…fear me, be mine…and I can save you."

She couldn't see, she couldn't hear. "Just save me…" She cried, her voice quiet, defeated.

The branch snapped.

It had only been twenty minutes since Sarah had gone back to bed, and now she found herself on the floor. She looked around then attempted to stand. Her feet were tangled in the blankets and she fell once more, landing hard on her knees. Her cheeks were drenched in her tears, her body was shaking. She kicked the blankets off and stood, taking shaking steps towards the wall, leaning on it as an insurance that she didn't fall.

Sarah took deep shaking breaths, running her shaking hands through her hair.

Only he can save you… A voice suddenly whispered in her ear. She turned, looking around. No one was there, she was all alone. Sarah sank down onto the floor, huddled up, her eyes wide open and afraid.

Authors Note: MWHAHA! I seriously love this chapter! Its so dark and evil yet so...seductive in a way! Oooo I love my brain! R&R please! Thanks to all those that have! MB