Carol was slipping away every second she was locked in that room. A glass
of water had been deposited by her bed. When, she didn't know, but it was
all she had to keep her going. She tried to think clearly, tried to tell
herself that she'd never let the Goblin King reduce her to nothing again.
But the thought of what he did last time wouldn't leave her head, and she
knew that if he appeared again she'd be rendered helpless.
With nothing else to do she climbed between the thin sheets and tried
to sleep. Just as she was dozing off, Jareth's presence hit her. Startled,
she tried to sit up, but found she was restrained somehow, she couldn't
move. She looked around and saw there was nothing actually holding her
down. She struggled frantically, confused as to why she couldn't move.
"It's magic."
Carol's eyes widened in shock and the Goblin King smiled.
"What are you trying to do to me?!"
"What's the matter? You asked for me to take you and I took you."
"Well can I go now?"
"No," the goblin King answered, "it doesn't work like that."
"Please. I wanna go home. And I want to see Emily. Where is she? What
have you done with her?"
"I think you know that, my dear." Carol thought of her friend struggling through the labyrinth to save her in horror. "Anyway there's nothing you can do about it now is there? So rest love." With a swift movement, Jareth was standing next to her. "Do you know how perfect you are?" he almost whispered close to her ear, his voice sounding almost tearful. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." Suddenly their lips were less than an inch apart. Carol was looking into his eyes. She wanted him desperately, but at the same time she was too scared, and she didn't want him to touch her again.
Then their lips were touching. The kiss was passionate, but Carol was unsure. Then his hands were on her face, and through her hair. She could do nothing but pull him to her, the invisible bonds now completely gone. She felt complete for an instant. Then he was gone and she was on her own again.
Emily was pacing up and down the room trying to get her head round everything. Everything had been going great - they were having a wonderful time in Cyprus - it was so funny. They had met the world's greatest pianist, and got his autograph. He'd invited them to a party, where they were going to meet David Bowie! Now she was locked in a little room on her own.
She thought that there must be a way out. "Oh must there?" said Jareth. Emily spun round. "Shit, he can read my thoughts," she thought. "Yes, if you insist on thinking them so loudly." "Stop it!" she said. "You have no right! "I have every right, you asked to be taken away." "No! I asked... No!!!" She didn't know what she was saying. "I was looking for a way out of what was happening. I thought you didn't exist." "Well, that's a shame." He was bitter. "It's all very well, but there's nothing that you can do about it now, so you may as well just relax and let time take its course." Emily felt suddenly calm. She felt Jareth's gloved hand fall lightly on her shoulder and carefully turn her around to face him. "You know," he said softly, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." With his other hand he gently lifted her chin so that their eyes met, and, with perfect precision, his lips met hers. Emily was dumfounded. She knew she wanted him like this, very much so, but she still knew it was wrong. She knew he didn't love her. She pushed him hard away from her and tried to look at the floor. He toppled a bit. He hadn't expected that. It angered him, the thought of a mortal girl defeating him again. Emily glanced at his face and was terrified at what she saw there. "Don't defy me Emily," he said, "I can be cruel! All this statement did was make Emily more resentful. "You've taken me away from my family and friends," she said. "You've stopped me from meeting David Bowie, and locked me in tiny little room and tried to kiss me! What can you do to me now?" She instantly regretted that. The slap round her face hurt but not as much as the back of her head hitting the wall. She sank to the floor, winded, but Jareth was suddenly above her, a large clump of her hair in his hand, and dragging her to her feet. He pulled her face to his and kissed her roughly this time. With the back of her head against the wall she couldn't even move away. And then there was the kiss; it was delicious. She felt the pleasurable sensation in her mouth, and to her surprise she found her own lips reacting to it. It was very enjoyable. Her hands moved upwards of their own accord and were suddenly on his face and running over his beautiful blonde hair. Then suddenly he pushed her away. She hit the wall again with a thud. She shut her eyes for a second, her whole body aching. When she opened them again he was gone. She felt something she hadn't since she was a very small child - a tear welled in her left eye. She brushed it away quickly. This was not the end.
"I think you know that, my dear." Carol thought of her friend struggling through the labyrinth to save her in horror. "Anyway there's nothing you can do about it now is there? So rest love." With a swift movement, Jareth was standing next to her. "Do you know how perfect you are?" he almost whispered close to her ear, his voice sounding almost tearful. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." Suddenly their lips were less than an inch apart. Carol was looking into his eyes. She wanted him desperately, but at the same time she was too scared, and she didn't want him to touch her again.
Then their lips were touching. The kiss was passionate, but Carol was unsure. Then his hands were on her face, and through her hair. She could do nothing but pull him to her, the invisible bonds now completely gone. She felt complete for an instant. Then he was gone and she was on her own again.
Emily was pacing up and down the room trying to get her head round everything. Everything had been going great - they were having a wonderful time in Cyprus - it was so funny. They had met the world's greatest pianist, and got his autograph. He'd invited them to a party, where they were going to meet David Bowie! Now she was locked in a little room on her own.
She thought that there must be a way out. "Oh must there?" said Jareth. Emily spun round. "Shit, he can read my thoughts," she thought. "Yes, if you insist on thinking them so loudly." "Stop it!" she said. "You have no right! "I have every right, you asked to be taken away." "No! I asked... No!!!" She didn't know what she was saying. "I was looking for a way out of what was happening. I thought you didn't exist." "Well, that's a shame." He was bitter. "It's all very well, but there's nothing that you can do about it now, so you may as well just relax and let time take its course." Emily felt suddenly calm. She felt Jareth's gloved hand fall lightly on her shoulder and carefully turn her around to face him. "You know," he said softly, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." With his other hand he gently lifted her chin so that their eyes met, and, with perfect precision, his lips met hers. Emily was dumfounded. She knew she wanted him like this, very much so, but she still knew it was wrong. She knew he didn't love her. She pushed him hard away from her and tried to look at the floor. He toppled a bit. He hadn't expected that. It angered him, the thought of a mortal girl defeating him again. Emily glanced at his face and was terrified at what she saw there. "Don't defy me Emily," he said, "I can be cruel! All this statement did was make Emily more resentful. "You've taken me away from my family and friends," she said. "You've stopped me from meeting David Bowie, and locked me in tiny little room and tried to kiss me! What can you do to me now?" She instantly regretted that. The slap round her face hurt but not as much as the back of her head hitting the wall. She sank to the floor, winded, but Jareth was suddenly above her, a large clump of her hair in his hand, and dragging her to her feet. He pulled her face to his and kissed her roughly this time. With the back of her head against the wall she couldn't even move away. And then there was the kiss; it was delicious. She felt the pleasurable sensation in her mouth, and to her surprise she found her own lips reacting to it. It was very enjoyable. Her hands moved upwards of their own accord and were suddenly on his face and running over his beautiful blonde hair. Then suddenly he pushed her away. She hit the wall again with a thud. She shut her eyes for a second, her whole body aching. When she opened them again he was gone. She felt something she hadn't since she was a very small child - a tear welled in her left eye. She brushed it away quickly. This was not the end.