When Leila and her father reappeared she was thrown to the ground.

"Unforgivable. You went and told him of us. Now we will have to worry about him attacking."

Leila looked up at him. "He wont attack you.." She was slapped hard.

"SILENCE!" Her father bellowed. "You do not speak until you are told to."

Leila nodded. "Yes, sir."

Her father glared. "Get up and go to the library. He is waiting for you there."

Leila nodded again. "Yes, father." Quickly she got up, leaving the large room for the library. When she arrived there, she walked in to find the on person she had hoped she wouldn't have to see again. The man turned.

"I see you have returned. It looks as though your father wasn't to pleased." He walked to her, touching her face, which was red from being slapped. "It wouldn't surprise me after what you did."

Leila nodded. "Yes, sir." Like her father she was expected to respect her husband as if he were a king himself, though he wasn't. "I am sorry if I gave you and displeasure."

The man smirked cruelly. "Well. Let us put that aside. Tell me, did you complete your task, Leila?"

Leila shook her head. "No sir."

The man growled. "I see. So now we have an enraged Goblin King on our hands. All thanks to you." He didn't raise his hand to her though he did show just how much he was angered through his voice. "And what is your punishment to be?"

Leila gave a small shrug. "I do not know, sir. I wasn't told that I was to be punished."

He snorted grasping her chin roughly. "Well, I suppose the less you are punished the less you will learn. Perhaps I should punish you then? For you stupid actions and lack of respect for this council. And until you learn to hold your tongue I fear more punishments will follow." Leila didn't cower like she had with Jareth. This man she did not fear. There was only one man who could make her cower in fear and that was Jareth. For he was the only one to ever show her his true magic and temper. But Leila would always stand her ground. Even to him.

But with a small nod she answer. "Yes, sir." The man grabbed her, sending her to her knees. With a wave of his hand, a whip appeared.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson." He brought the whip down once, across her back, ripping her shirt open. Five more times he brought the whip down. And every time he failed to her Leila to make a response. "Get up." Leila did so, turning to face him. Her face was normal, as it had been before he whipped her. He growled grasping her chin roughly again. "I see I cannot make you cry out in pain. Perhaps something else will.." He looked her up and down with a cruel smile.

"Yes. I think something else is in order."

Leila growled. "You may whip me and beat me, but don't think I will let you rape me. Without my fathers permission to take me you cannot, Larrik."

Larrik growled slapping her hard. "Hold your tongue foolish girl. Or I will whip you until you cannot move."

Leila nodded her head. "Yes, sir." Larrik smiled grasping her roughly by the front of her shirt. Bringing his mouth down hard against hers. Leila nearly choked. His breath tasted of stale whine and rotten berries. With a reluctant sigh she kissed him back, so he would not be angered. Larrik could taste another man on her breath and in her mouth, pulling back he scowled.

"Mind I ask why you taste of another?" Leila didn't answer. Larrik glared. "Answer me."

Leila sighed. "Because I was kissed."

Larrik growled. "By who?"

Leila shrugged. "Many a man." Larrik slapped her again. Leila growled, getting tired of being hit.

"Who!?"

With a sigh she answered. "The Goblin King. He was drunk of wine and did not realize it was me who was taking him back to his room." Larrik seemed satisfied with this answer.

"Well, then, that's much better. Go to your room and change into something a bit more feminine. We will be going to the ball tonight, even if you have been disobedient."

Leila nodded. "Yes, sir." With a bow she backed away out of the door. Once out side she ran to her room feeling sick to her stomach from his nasty kiss. When she reached her room, she ran to the bathroom, throwing up. When she was finish, she washed her face. Her reflection did not look as she wished it would. She was pale and her face was red and slightly bruised from all the slapping. With a sigh, she decided a shower would be best. Getting undressed, she turned on the water. Stepping into the warm water, she sighed in relief. At least she had one thing to enjoy. Closing her eyes, she let the water wash over her and into her mouth, washing out the foul taste of Larrik.

After her shower, Leila changed into a pale green sleeveless dress that flared at the waist. Sitting on her bed, she waited for Larrik.