A/N: Thank you to everyone who takes the time to give my story a read, this is my first Labyrinth fanfiction, and I was nervous as all get out about posting it. There isn't going to a set schedule for me to upload the chapters as I have work and real-life issues to deal with.

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VII.

The black-haired man let his left hand run up Sarah's arm, shoulder, up her neck, and then into her hair as he grabbed a handful and wrenched her neck to the side. He leaned his head down to her neck and placed his nose against her skin, sniffing. "Your fear smells so appetizing, mortal scum." The man sneered as he took his tongue and dragged it up the side of Sarah's neck, just below her hairline.

Sarah tensed herself as she felt the black-haired man's touch and tongue against her. She could also feel his erection growing against her thigh, and she fought to keep herself still, even though she wanted to shudder in revulsion.

"Nothing to say, little chit? Where is that spirit that you came at me with moments ago?" He jeered, as the man ground against Sarah, as he continued, "What say I take you for myself? Hope you're not opposed to an audience." He laughed darkly as he let go of her shirt and his right hand went to the chains connected to Sarah's wrists and forcefully jerked them above her head as he began to kiss and lick up and down her neck as he still grasped a fistful of her hair in his left.

Sarah closed her eyes for a moment, then reopened them to meet Jareth's gaze again as she made her decision. Sarah squirmed for a moment to position herself correctly for what needed to be done, which to the black-haired man made it seem like she was starting to warm up to him. Sarah tried to not shudder as the man shifted so that his erection pressed against her more sensitive area, even through her jeans. Her gaze never left Jareth's, as she gave him a knowing half-smile, hoping he would understand. Sarah waited patiently tensed for an opportunity to present itself and was rewarded when the black-haired man leaned back to admire his handy work on her neck. Without warning, Sarah thrusted her right knee up and into the man's erection.

The black-haired man groaned and dropped his hands as he stumbled back a few steps from Sarah. He clutched himself and his family jewels as he tried to clear his head from the intense pain. His vision swam for a moment or so before he took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up straight. The black-haired man's expression was pained, but his eyes were dark. He stalked his way back in front of Sarah and glared at her. They stared at each other for only a moment or two until he reared back with his right hand and proceeded to backhand Sarah in the jaw with an unnecessary amount of force. Not expecting to be struck with that amount of force, Sarah crumpled to the dusty stone floor in a heap, unconscious.

"SARAH! " Jareth yelled as he watched Sarah collapse to the floor after being struck across the jaw. He wrenched his chains again, hearing them strain against the way, but still held as he struggled.

"Bitch." The black-haired man sneered as he spat onto Sarah's crumpled form, then wiped his hand on his robes, and turned to Jareth as he yelled. "You're lucky that the Master wants her for himself or I would kill her where she lay. He has big plans for her. He might even let you watch as he ravages her over and over again." He finished, his creepy grin almost stretching from ear to ear.

Jareth felt the rage boil up inside of him and he roared, an inhuman sound, reverberated throughout the little room. His eyes were a-blaze with ice-cold fire as he angrily glowered at the black-haired man. The chains on his wrists were pulled taut and if Jareth struggled anymore, he could possibly pull his shoulders out of socket, but all that consumed him at the moment was the fury towards that man in robes who stood in front of him.

"Temper, temper. You'll get nowhere with an attitude like that, Oh Great Keeper of the Unwanted." The black-haired man mocked Jareth as he walked over to a certain spot on the floor. "You'll get your turn soon enough. Enjoy your company whilst it lasts." The man said and disappeared in a swirl of dust.

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There was blackness…and pain. Then…nothing. Then a tiny pin prick of light appeared within the black. It grew and grew until Sarah felt in absorb her completely and she covered her face in her hands to try to keep the brightness out. When the light finally faded, Sarah let her arms fall to her sides.

Sarah was standing in the middle of a parlor-style room when she realized she was dreaming again. She peered around, trying to figure out which part of the Labyrinth she was in now. The walls were deep burgundy, with faded tapestries that were blurred the more Sarah tried to look at them. The floor was covered in fur style rugs that were scattered about, in all manner of size and creature. The only light in the room was a single fireplace with a roaring fire, but as far as Sarah could tell, it wasn't producing the same heat for the amount of light it was giving off. There were a few armchairs in various shapes and sizes in front of the fireplace with a small tea table in the midst of them. As Sarah walked over to a very ostentatious orange one with brass accents and went to sit down, she heard a quiet voice in her head.

"Back so soon, my Champion?"