Emily woke up slowly, and didn't open her eyes instantly. She opened them
slowly after just lying still for a moment and let them adjust to the
light. The bed was wonderfully comfortable. She loved hotels.
She rolled onto her side and looked at the painting on the wall. She
hadn't really noticed it before; she wasn't an artist. It was of an
amazing castle, surrounded by a beautiful forest, filled with all the
shades of green that there are, and also a large maze. In the middle
ground was a short hunched figure, like a peasant collecting wood. It
looked like an old woman, as it was painted in great detail with a very
wrinkly face, with beady eyes. The thing that hit Emily the most, however,
was how hairy the creature was. It was covered in hair, apart from its
small face. It was also green.
Why would a hotel in Cyprus have a painting of a goblin on a wall?
She panicked, and looked round at where Carol's bed should have been. All
she saw was another wall, this one bear and a lot closer than it should
have been. She sat up with a start, only now taking in the whole room.
She was terrified. She took a deep breath and screamed. Somewhere in the
air a deep masculine voice laughed.
Carol awoke with a start. She instantly knew something was wrong and sat up abruptly. Panicking, she noticed she was in a completely unknown room, and ran to the door and tugged at it in desperation. It wouldn't budge. Scanning the room in terror, the white walls gleamed at her, and she stumbled to the barred window and tried to see out. Instantly she felt a magical presence hit her like a bullet, and she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Emily had tried the door, and the window, and was trying to think of other possible escape routes. She sat back on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room and thought of a way out. "There isn't one." Emily started. The voice had come from behind her, though she hadn't heard anyone come in, so she span around. The man who had come was the same as the one that had appeared at the window in the hotel. "Who are you?" she said after a long pause. "You know very well who I am, my dear." "Look this isn't funny," she said backing away a bit, "Who are you, where are we, and why am I here?" "You asked me to take you away and I did," he mocked, "you should be grateful for what I've done for you." "Where's Carol?" "You know the answer to that as well." "I don't know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here! I want to go home!" "What's said is said!" He smirked. "You sick bastard, let me go!!!" She shrieked and ran at him. His mismatched eyes were suddenly no longer filled with humour; they had suddenly gone much darker. He had grabbed her wrists before she even noticed the movement. "I will do as I wish," he said, "and you will regret calling names like that." Emily felt sick at that, and felt the blood drain form her face, as she watched his eyes. He slowly let go of her wrists, but moved his hands up to her face, and ran his gloved hand through her hair. "We have a long time in which to talk," he said. Despite her recent fear, Emily felt herself melting into his hands. She wanted him so much, but something told her she mustn't. "Go away, Jareth," she managed. "As you wish," he said. The hand slid slowly over her shoulder and down her arm. He took her hand in his and lifted to his face and kissed it. Then he was gone, and Emily was alone in the room.
Carol, after recovering from her previous fall, was in a sheer state of panic. She had no idea where she was, or, more importantly why. Being on her own she was utterly terrified and extremely lonely. She sat on the bed provided, her only rational thoughts being of home, family and friends. A new wave of fear spread over her and she leapt up to the door and started trying to force it open, the whole time with a sense of being watched. "It's not going to open, my dear," said a low voice from behind, very close to her ear. Spinning around, she stared in horror as the dark figure came into view. She could not even scream. He smiled at her, obviously amused and his eyes burned with a seemingly hungry gaze. "Carol," he stated. She just continued to gaze at him, awe-struck and bewildered. "Who are you?" she managed in a timid voice. Jareth flashed another smile at her. "I think you already know that, since you were the one that wished yourself away. I'm just doing as instructed, my dear." He slipped a gloved hand round the back of her head and she tried to retreat but found herself locked between him and the door. "Please don't touch me," Carol whimpered. He ran his hand her hair and smiled at her again. "I'll do what I like to you." Carol's conscience was battling inside her. She desperately wanted Jareth, every time he looked into her eyes he made her one step closer to giving up and doing whatever he wanted. Just as she was thinking this he completely vanished Jareth watched both girls as they gazed frantically around the room, searching for what, not even they knew. He could feel their lust for him, and even some love for him. He was enjoying himself already, and the fun was only just getting started.
Carol awoke with a start. She instantly knew something was wrong and sat up abruptly. Panicking, she noticed she was in a completely unknown room, and ran to the door and tugged at it in desperation. It wouldn't budge. Scanning the room in terror, the white walls gleamed at her, and she stumbled to the barred window and tried to see out. Instantly she felt a magical presence hit her like a bullet, and she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Emily had tried the door, and the window, and was trying to think of other possible escape routes. She sat back on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room and thought of a way out. "There isn't one." Emily started. The voice had come from behind her, though she hadn't heard anyone come in, so she span around. The man who had come was the same as the one that had appeared at the window in the hotel. "Who are you?" she said after a long pause. "You know very well who I am, my dear." "Look this isn't funny," she said backing away a bit, "Who are you, where are we, and why am I here?" "You asked me to take you away and I did," he mocked, "you should be grateful for what I've done for you." "Where's Carol?" "You know the answer to that as well." "I don't know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here! I want to go home!" "What's said is said!" He smirked. "You sick bastard, let me go!!!" She shrieked and ran at him. His mismatched eyes were suddenly no longer filled with humour; they had suddenly gone much darker. He had grabbed her wrists before she even noticed the movement. "I will do as I wish," he said, "and you will regret calling names like that." Emily felt sick at that, and felt the blood drain form her face, as she watched his eyes. He slowly let go of her wrists, but moved his hands up to her face, and ran his gloved hand through her hair. "We have a long time in which to talk," he said. Despite her recent fear, Emily felt herself melting into his hands. She wanted him so much, but something told her she mustn't. "Go away, Jareth," she managed. "As you wish," he said. The hand slid slowly over her shoulder and down her arm. He took her hand in his and lifted to his face and kissed it. Then he was gone, and Emily was alone in the room.
Carol, after recovering from her previous fall, was in a sheer state of panic. She had no idea where she was, or, more importantly why. Being on her own she was utterly terrified and extremely lonely. She sat on the bed provided, her only rational thoughts being of home, family and friends. A new wave of fear spread over her and she leapt up to the door and started trying to force it open, the whole time with a sense of being watched. "It's not going to open, my dear," said a low voice from behind, very close to her ear. Spinning around, she stared in horror as the dark figure came into view. She could not even scream. He smiled at her, obviously amused and his eyes burned with a seemingly hungry gaze. "Carol," he stated. She just continued to gaze at him, awe-struck and bewildered. "Who are you?" she managed in a timid voice. Jareth flashed another smile at her. "I think you already know that, since you were the one that wished yourself away. I'm just doing as instructed, my dear." He slipped a gloved hand round the back of her head and she tried to retreat but found herself locked between him and the door. "Please don't touch me," Carol whimpered. He ran his hand her hair and smiled at her again. "I'll do what I like to you." Carol's conscience was battling inside her. She desperately wanted Jareth, every time he looked into her eyes he made her one step closer to giving up and doing whatever he wanted. Just as she was thinking this he completely vanished Jareth watched both girls as they gazed frantically around the room, searching for what, not even they knew. He could feel their lust for him, and even some love for him. He was enjoying himself already, and the fun was only just getting started.