Summary: Sarah joins a cult based on witchcraft headed by a husband
and wife duo. What she doesn't know is that they themselves are actually
slave traders to the world below, the Underground. Back in the
Underground, Sarah encounters new trials and friends, as well as her old
ones. An old enemy becomes a new ally, and Sarah, a common mortal, is
transformed to one of the greatest queens of the Underground.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Sarah is horrified at the events that are taking place, practically unraveling right before her very eyes. Jim must've also spotted Laura and Mary, as they are suddenly standing beside her on the platform. "Oh, Beth, I'm so scared," Mary whimpers, clutching to her arm. Sarah pats her hand distractedly, trying to see out in the crowd. "Oh grow up," Laura says spitefully.
Sarah's eyes land on a familiar looking old gnarled dwarf standing around in the shadows of the taller people. "Hoggle!" she exclaims excitedly. "Who's Hoggle?" Mary asks curiously. Sarah recovers quickly and says; "I said, "humbug", I mean, would you look at all those people."
Hoggle, hearing his name, lifts his eyes and stands on his tiptoes to see who could've called his name. Up on the stage in front of him, his eyes land on a frightened looking girl. It's not that girl that he recognizes, but the one whose arm she's clutching. "Sarah," he gasps in surprise. The crowd shifts out of the blue to let a hooded stranger of obvious pass through with ease. As this happens, Sarah loses sight of Hoggle.
The man scans the crop of girls in front of him, as he is allowed the first pick. Pulling out a pouch of coins from the folds of his cloak he hands it to Jim while pointing to all the girls he wants. "I'll take her, her, her, and her, oh and her," says the man. Unfortunately, Sarah, Mary, and Laura are all three picked and two other girls that Sarah doesn't recognize.
They're led away to carts, where they are shackled and carted away, with a happy and quite wealthier Jim and Phoebe Moon smirking and waving triumphantly. Sarah groans at all the rocks and bumps that she encounters in the rough wooden cart drawn by horses. Laura is in the cart with her. Sarah would've preferred Mary, as they got along better, but she really didn't have a say in who she rode with after all.
Her thoughts wandered along silently as to whom the man was that had bought them. Sarah hopes that whoever it is that he's, by some miracle, one of those people that treats his slaves nicely.
"So, where are we anyway?" Laura asks, breaking Sarah out of her reverie. "How should I know?" she asks, feigning dumb. "Because," Laura answers, "you weren't freaked out like everyone else, so I figured that you must've seen this place before." Sarah shivers at Laura's accuracy in her assumption. "You're right, I have been here before, but I was only in a confined area. I have no idea where we are now. I only know one king that lives here," the last part came out as a whisper, a faraway look taking over her eyes.
Laura shrugs and decides that "Beth" is officially weird in her book. Sarah closes her eyes, as she is rather tired from not having slept all night, and falls asleep, but not so peacefully. The cart jolts her awake unpleasantly, and she looks around frantically for a moment, trying to get a bearing on her surroundings. Then, she remembers what had happened and relaxes, but not completely.
Manservants unlock the carts, and the girls are led in shackles to the entrance of the castle. The sheer size of the castle is uncanny. Sarah remembers seeing one almost like it before, except it was white, and this is made of an unidentifiable gray stone. Mary immediately walks closer to Sarah. Sarah sort of feels responsible for the poor girl. Laura walks behind them, scowling at anything that crosses her path.
They are led to a type of throne room with the other two girls. Sitting atop the throne in his black cloak is the man that had bought them earlier from the auction. Sarah shivers a little, as she doesn't like the way his eyes glow beneath his hood. "I'm Zeus, your new master," his deep baritone voice booms through the wide room. Sarah looks around in distraction and notices that place isn't as bad as she thought it would be. Dark tapestries line the walls, along with paintings with mysterious, yet beautiful women.
The man on the throne removes his hood. Sarah is shocked to find he's quite handsome, unlike her original thought that he would be hideous and unruly. His long slightly curly brown hair falls around his shoulders. His eyes are a dark blue that seem to glow around the edges. His face is angular and handsome, with a stubby brown beard adorning his strong chin.
Sarah places her hands on her hips and glares at the offending man who dared to buy her. Zeus notices a particularly intriguing mortal in the back of the group who looks extremely angry. Smirking in amusement, he motions for his manservants to take away the other girls to their rooms, but when they try to take Sarah too, he says, "No, leave her." Sarah is startled, but hides it well with a mask of disdain.
"Why do you look at me like that child?" he asks. Folding her arms over her chest, which is difficult since her hands are shackled, she says, "You know very well why I'm angry." Zeus is slowly losing his patience with this one. "I wouldn't be so insolent to my king if I were you," Zeus says as he chuckles. Standing from the throne, his cloak swishes as he comes closer to her. Circling her like a hungry vulture circles a dead animal, he looks her over approvingly.
"Yes, I believe I chose wisely with you," he says, almost to himself. Raising her chin in defiance, Sarah grits her teeth and asks, "What's that supposed to mean." "My men will be quite happy with you. You do know why you're here don't you?" Sarah shakes her head no, and Zeus brightens. "Why, to pleasure my men of course. You, my dear, are one of my newest play things," he whispers conspiratorially.
Sarah gasps in shock and outrage and takes a quick step back from him. She stares at him in disbelief. Gulping, she licks her suddenly dry lips, "But, but, I'm not a vixen. I'm not skilled in the ways of pleasing men," she says in a horrified whisper. Zeus smirks and replies, "Oh, but you will learn. And I'm looking forward to it." Furious with his implication, Sarah growls, "Blow me." Instantly, she regrets her habitual choice of words and smacks a hand over her mouth.
Zeus says, "Yes, I'm quite looking forward to that, too," and then he motions to another manservant for her to be taken to a room. As they are dragging her away, Sarah makes note of any landmarks so that way later, if need be, she can escape.
She's shoved into a very large room containing a multitude of women and young women. Sarah's eyes are wide as she takes in her surroundings. One of the women steps forward and eyes Sarah suspiciously. "You must be a new one, too. What took you so long to get here? You were hogging the king all for yourself, weren't you," she accuses, placing both hands on her broad hips.
Sarah, scowling at the offensive woman, says, "He must like his women on the skinny side, then." That did it. The large woman brings her hand back and gets ready to strike Sarah, but Sarah is faster and plows into the bovine with her shoulder. The woman shrieks as she hits the ground hard. Sarah almost loses her balance, also, but rights herself quickly.
Mary steps hurriedly out of the crowd and walks hesitantly toward Sarah, "Are you OK?" Sarah, seeing the concern in her friend's eyes, softens and replies, "I'm fine. He didn't do anything. But, while I was there he told me why we are here. Apparently, we are now sex slaves." While unlocking Sarah's shackles, Mary almost faints at the news. "Beth," Mary says worriedly, and meekly, "I'm a virgin." "I am, too," Sarah admits, being a little fearful of the inevitable herself.
Laura must've overheard their conversation as she says, "Oh, quit crying. It could be worse. We could be stuck washing floors and what not." Sarah glares at Laura and pulls Mary to one of the many beds and makes sure she's not going to faint on her. Rubbing her wrists, Sarah turns to another woman and asks, "Who was that cow that attacked me?"
One of the nicer women says, "That's Babette, one of the king's favorites. You'll get used to her, dear, as well as your job. Who knows, maybe you'll fall in love with one of his men like some in the past have. That's your only ticket out of this place. Well, that or old age."
Frowning, Sarah takes further stock of the room and the women around her. Most of them are pretty, not striking, but not unpleasant either. They are all either in great physical condition or so voluptuous it makes up for their weight. Some look as young as 16 and some as old as 40. Sucking in a breath, Sarah notices that some also have large bruises adorning their limbs.
A young girl notices Sarah looking at some of the bruises on her body. "Some of the men like to get rough," she explains nonchalantly. "That's terrible," Sarah says in disbelief. Another girl nods her head in quite affirmation. Sarah sits on the bed, stunned. "Beth," Mary says pleadingly, with big tears streaming down her ashen face, "we can't stay here, please. We have to leave." Putting her arm around Mary, Sarah replies, "I know, but there's nothing we can do now. We'll just have to bide our time."
Thank you to all my reviewers, once again! Now, to answer some questions. Jareth will be in the next chapter, I promise. I'm not sure when the romance aspect will be taking place, but believe me, this story is going to be a long one, so don't worry. I don't really want to describe Sarah's feelings too much because, well, I don't really care how she feels. I hate it when authors write on nothing but feelings. It's not substantial enough. Feelings come and go so quickly that I only write what she's feeling at the moment. See what I'm saying? So, please forgive all my shortcomings!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Sarah is horrified at the events that are taking place, practically unraveling right before her very eyes. Jim must've also spotted Laura and Mary, as they are suddenly standing beside her on the platform. "Oh, Beth, I'm so scared," Mary whimpers, clutching to her arm. Sarah pats her hand distractedly, trying to see out in the crowd. "Oh grow up," Laura says spitefully.
Sarah's eyes land on a familiar looking old gnarled dwarf standing around in the shadows of the taller people. "Hoggle!" she exclaims excitedly. "Who's Hoggle?" Mary asks curiously. Sarah recovers quickly and says; "I said, "humbug", I mean, would you look at all those people."
Hoggle, hearing his name, lifts his eyes and stands on his tiptoes to see who could've called his name. Up on the stage in front of him, his eyes land on a frightened looking girl. It's not that girl that he recognizes, but the one whose arm she's clutching. "Sarah," he gasps in surprise. The crowd shifts out of the blue to let a hooded stranger of obvious pass through with ease. As this happens, Sarah loses sight of Hoggle.
The man scans the crop of girls in front of him, as he is allowed the first pick. Pulling out a pouch of coins from the folds of his cloak he hands it to Jim while pointing to all the girls he wants. "I'll take her, her, her, and her, oh and her," says the man. Unfortunately, Sarah, Mary, and Laura are all three picked and two other girls that Sarah doesn't recognize.
They're led away to carts, where they are shackled and carted away, with a happy and quite wealthier Jim and Phoebe Moon smirking and waving triumphantly. Sarah groans at all the rocks and bumps that she encounters in the rough wooden cart drawn by horses. Laura is in the cart with her. Sarah would've preferred Mary, as they got along better, but she really didn't have a say in who she rode with after all.
Her thoughts wandered along silently as to whom the man was that had bought them. Sarah hopes that whoever it is that he's, by some miracle, one of those people that treats his slaves nicely.
"So, where are we anyway?" Laura asks, breaking Sarah out of her reverie. "How should I know?" she asks, feigning dumb. "Because," Laura answers, "you weren't freaked out like everyone else, so I figured that you must've seen this place before." Sarah shivers at Laura's accuracy in her assumption. "You're right, I have been here before, but I was only in a confined area. I have no idea where we are now. I only know one king that lives here," the last part came out as a whisper, a faraway look taking over her eyes.
Laura shrugs and decides that "Beth" is officially weird in her book. Sarah closes her eyes, as she is rather tired from not having slept all night, and falls asleep, but not so peacefully. The cart jolts her awake unpleasantly, and she looks around frantically for a moment, trying to get a bearing on her surroundings. Then, she remembers what had happened and relaxes, but not completely.
Manservants unlock the carts, and the girls are led in shackles to the entrance of the castle. The sheer size of the castle is uncanny. Sarah remembers seeing one almost like it before, except it was white, and this is made of an unidentifiable gray stone. Mary immediately walks closer to Sarah. Sarah sort of feels responsible for the poor girl. Laura walks behind them, scowling at anything that crosses her path.
They are led to a type of throne room with the other two girls. Sitting atop the throne in his black cloak is the man that had bought them earlier from the auction. Sarah shivers a little, as she doesn't like the way his eyes glow beneath his hood. "I'm Zeus, your new master," his deep baritone voice booms through the wide room. Sarah looks around in distraction and notices that place isn't as bad as she thought it would be. Dark tapestries line the walls, along with paintings with mysterious, yet beautiful women.
The man on the throne removes his hood. Sarah is shocked to find he's quite handsome, unlike her original thought that he would be hideous and unruly. His long slightly curly brown hair falls around his shoulders. His eyes are a dark blue that seem to glow around the edges. His face is angular and handsome, with a stubby brown beard adorning his strong chin.
Sarah places her hands on her hips and glares at the offending man who dared to buy her. Zeus notices a particularly intriguing mortal in the back of the group who looks extremely angry. Smirking in amusement, he motions for his manservants to take away the other girls to their rooms, but when they try to take Sarah too, he says, "No, leave her." Sarah is startled, but hides it well with a mask of disdain.
"Why do you look at me like that child?" he asks. Folding her arms over her chest, which is difficult since her hands are shackled, she says, "You know very well why I'm angry." Zeus is slowly losing his patience with this one. "I wouldn't be so insolent to my king if I were you," Zeus says as he chuckles. Standing from the throne, his cloak swishes as he comes closer to her. Circling her like a hungry vulture circles a dead animal, he looks her over approvingly.
"Yes, I believe I chose wisely with you," he says, almost to himself. Raising her chin in defiance, Sarah grits her teeth and asks, "What's that supposed to mean." "My men will be quite happy with you. You do know why you're here don't you?" Sarah shakes her head no, and Zeus brightens. "Why, to pleasure my men of course. You, my dear, are one of my newest play things," he whispers conspiratorially.
Sarah gasps in shock and outrage and takes a quick step back from him. She stares at him in disbelief. Gulping, she licks her suddenly dry lips, "But, but, I'm not a vixen. I'm not skilled in the ways of pleasing men," she says in a horrified whisper. Zeus smirks and replies, "Oh, but you will learn. And I'm looking forward to it." Furious with his implication, Sarah growls, "Blow me." Instantly, she regrets her habitual choice of words and smacks a hand over her mouth.
Zeus says, "Yes, I'm quite looking forward to that, too," and then he motions to another manservant for her to be taken to a room. As they are dragging her away, Sarah makes note of any landmarks so that way later, if need be, she can escape.
She's shoved into a very large room containing a multitude of women and young women. Sarah's eyes are wide as she takes in her surroundings. One of the women steps forward and eyes Sarah suspiciously. "You must be a new one, too. What took you so long to get here? You were hogging the king all for yourself, weren't you," she accuses, placing both hands on her broad hips.
Sarah, scowling at the offensive woman, says, "He must like his women on the skinny side, then." That did it. The large woman brings her hand back and gets ready to strike Sarah, but Sarah is faster and plows into the bovine with her shoulder. The woman shrieks as she hits the ground hard. Sarah almost loses her balance, also, but rights herself quickly.
Mary steps hurriedly out of the crowd and walks hesitantly toward Sarah, "Are you OK?" Sarah, seeing the concern in her friend's eyes, softens and replies, "I'm fine. He didn't do anything. But, while I was there he told me why we are here. Apparently, we are now sex slaves." While unlocking Sarah's shackles, Mary almost faints at the news. "Beth," Mary says worriedly, and meekly, "I'm a virgin." "I am, too," Sarah admits, being a little fearful of the inevitable herself.
Laura must've overheard their conversation as she says, "Oh, quit crying. It could be worse. We could be stuck washing floors and what not." Sarah glares at Laura and pulls Mary to one of the many beds and makes sure she's not going to faint on her. Rubbing her wrists, Sarah turns to another woman and asks, "Who was that cow that attacked me?"
One of the nicer women says, "That's Babette, one of the king's favorites. You'll get used to her, dear, as well as your job. Who knows, maybe you'll fall in love with one of his men like some in the past have. That's your only ticket out of this place. Well, that or old age."
Frowning, Sarah takes further stock of the room and the women around her. Most of them are pretty, not striking, but not unpleasant either. They are all either in great physical condition or so voluptuous it makes up for their weight. Some look as young as 16 and some as old as 40. Sucking in a breath, Sarah notices that some also have large bruises adorning their limbs.
A young girl notices Sarah looking at some of the bruises on her body. "Some of the men like to get rough," she explains nonchalantly. "That's terrible," Sarah says in disbelief. Another girl nods her head in quite affirmation. Sarah sits on the bed, stunned. "Beth," Mary says pleadingly, with big tears streaming down her ashen face, "we can't stay here, please. We have to leave." Putting her arm around Mary, Sarah replies, "I know, but there's nothing we can do now. We'll just have to bide our time."
Thank you to all my reviewers, once again! Now, to answer some questions. Jareth will be in the next chapter, I promise. I'm not sure when the romance aspect will be taking place, but believe me, this story is going to be a long one, so don't worry. I don't really want to describe Sarah's feelings too much because, well, I don't really care how she feels. I hate it when authors write on nothing but feelings. It's not substantial enough. Feelings come and go so quickly that I only write what she's feeling at the moment. See what I'm saying? So, please forgive all my shortcomings!