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WARNING: horror!

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Chapter 11

His magic took them to the Hall of trophies. Sarah looked around - it was exactly as she remembered it from that night - the same stuffed scary monsters, the same dragon, orc and other dead creatures. The same huge fireplace and the red hairy skin in front of it.

Sarah, as usual, lowered to her knees on the skin - the two weeks have been enough time to think things through and analyze everything - now she knew that she liked playing these games of his. But he followed her and settled himself down on the skin. She was surprised and even disappointment - she should have had summoned him herself, damn!

He laughed merrily, as if reading her thoughts, but said nothing. That's true – a sadist - is the one who refuses to torture a masochist! Sarah frowned.

"You should not drink so much coffee, it's bad for your mind."

Her jaw dropped.

"Everything is all right with my mind..." - She muttered.

He was looking thoughtfully into the fire. Sarah waited for a while, then moved closer to him, laid her head on his shoulder. Like the woman in her nightmare - she remembered. This nightmare would not let go of her, as if she didn't understand it, have not heard all of its warnings.

Sarah sighed. She heard them perfectly well...

"Everything will be all right" - he turned to her, his voice so warm. Jareth kissed her temple and ran his gloved hand down her long hair.

"Do you remember the position that I have put you into last time in your room?"

She nodded. Her heart pounded louder - at last!

"Take it."

"And my clothes?"

He looked at her in astonishment, laughing silently:

"Very good. Take them off."

That was really supid... Sarah began to undress, first top - her blouse and bra, then bottom - socks, jeans, panties. To do this, she had to get up - she still could not bring herself to sit bare ass on the hairy skin. She looked at Jareth - he was sitting in a relaxed, meditative pose and staring into the fire.

Stupid, stupid, stupid... She knelt again, brought her hands behind her back and spread her knees. He did not move, did not even turn in her direction. What was it?

Minutes passed, and nothing happened. Sarah was on the verge of hysteria, her arms and legs were numb, and she got so angry at him! What does he think he is doing? If he brought her here just to ignore her, she will not let him humiliate her like this! She abruptly brought her knees together, venomous words ready to break away from her tongue...

"Don't you dare!"

His voice stunned her. She did not see him turning around, her eyes did not catch any movement at all, but his hands were now on her knees, dramatically and forcefully pushing them into the original position.

"You're going to sit here as long as I see fit. And you do not argue with me, not even in your mind. Do you understand?" His strong fingers tightened her jaw. Sarah swallowed and tried to nod. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Do not move. The slightest movement can cost you your life..."

She looked down and froze - he removed the glove from his right hand.

He had a beautiful, aristocratic palm with long graceful fingers. The skin on his hand was thin and pale. He reached out and touched her inner thigh wih the tips of his fingers. She gasped in pain. As if there was sparkling electricity in his fingers, mixed with something else, viscous, strong and painful. A pink mark appeared on her skin, where his fingers touched her, gradually darkening and turning into crimson.

He looked into her eyes, she did not move, but he could see her pupils dilated, breathing lost its rhythm, tremors were breaking out.

"Very good, girl." - He smiled softly at her. - "Now let's see how far you will allow me to go..."

She did not know how many hours passed before the torture was over. Her body was all covered with crimson traces. She allowed him everything. Slowly, very slowly, his fingers went everywhere, outside and inside.

Only once did she shut her eyes tightly, when his hand moved closer to her eyes, and he immediately took his hand off. His devouring eyes always remained on her. She tried her best to be silent, but when she couldn't restrain cries from breaking out of her, his lips covered her mouth, gently but powerfully, absorbing all sounds. His gloved hand was constantly on her body, comforting her - stroking her hair, hands, shoulders, hips, caressing her crotch, expanding her, turning pain into pleasure.

He stopped by himself, when there was no more white skin left on her body. Jareth kissed her again - passionately and deeply. She was somewhere between the worlds, in a strange and incomprehensible state of mind, he had to wait until she recovered. He wrapped her with his cloak like a baby, his gloved hands tenderly cupping her head.

"Sarah... Sarah, come back!" - He smiled at her gently, his eyes laughing.

The girl's eyes gradually focused on Jareth, her skin burned and hurt, but the touch of his magic cloak cooled it and relieved the pain.

"Thank you..."

He smiled: "You have no idea what you are doing to me!"

There was happiness in his voice - or was it just her imagination? She smiled at him, but then grimaced - there were those burns on her cheeks...

"I want you to do something for me, Sarah." - His face was again serious, even stern.

"Anything" – she looked straight into his eyes, now it was her who challenged him.

He cocked his head to one side, looking thoughtfully at her, then stood up and held out his hand to her. She took his hand and got up to her feet, her face contorted with pain once again. She stood there as he walked over to the massive fireplace - too close to the fire.

The Goblin King watched the girl in anticipation. Then he said:

"Trust me, you will wake up home, safe and sound."

At this point, the understanding of what he had in mind struck her. Her eyes widened, mouth open - He must be crazy! Fucking psycho!

He stretched his hand to her, inviting:

"Do me this honor, Sarah."

She took a step forward and placed her hand in his. In her ears a desperate voice, her own voice, was screaming with all its might. Jared pulled her to him, and they stepped into the high flame of the fireplace.

Hair and feathers erupted as quickly as gunpowder. His clothes and the cloak on the girl were smoldering, becoming weightless ash. Skin boiled bubbling, flesh shimmered with shades of crimson and deep black.

The flames engulfed them and the bodies scattered in the sparkling streams. Not a sound broke the peaceful crackling of the fire - their lips were joined in a kiss till the very last moment.


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