Chapter eight
"Sarah, I'm growing tired of this. Tell me what you wish to discuss." Jareth demanded in a beastly voice.
"I want to see Hoggle. Just to make sure he is alright. Then, once I know he is unharmed, I will do whatever you tell me too." The words were torn out of her, she couldn't have held them back if she tried. Half expecting Jareth to through a fit, she did not look him in the eye, instead she locked her gaze on the floor.
"No."
"What?" She cried, drawing her gaze from the floor to his face.
"I said 'no' and my answer will not change. You will be left in the dark, wondering if I really do have your friend. Knowing full well, if you do anything to displease me I will have him tortured. Now my dear, run along to your room. There will be a bath awaiting you. Then you will join me for breakfast." He spoke calmly. Sarah clenched her fists in anger.
"Bastard." She hissed the word at him. He glared at her, and before she knew what happened, his large hand was wrapped around her throat. He pulled her closer, his lips barely touching hers.
"Evil? Yes. Cruel? Most defiantly. But I am not a bastard." His lips captured hers. His thumb rubbing back and forth across her neck, reminding her that he could easily kill her if he wished it. She opened her mouth to his invading tongue. He deepened the kiss, catching her blood on fire.
Every instinct inside her told her to fall into his arms and let him kiss every inch of her body, but pride yelled at her to push him away. Pride won out.
She pushed roughly at the wall of his naked chest. Jareth released her, a satisfied smile on his face. Sarah growled loudly and stormed out of the room, knocking down two goblins carrying trays of food.
When she reached her room, a large copper tub, filled to the brim with bubbles and hot water, sat in the middle of the floor. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stripped off the rumpled dress and stepped into the painfully hot water.
"Watch it Deary. You're libel to drown me." A small voice said. Sarah looked down to see, Tilly swimming in the water. Shacking off the momentary chill the spider gave her. She said.
"Sorry Tilly. I didn't know you were there."
"Not to worry, I always was a good swimmer. There was something I was supposed to tell you, and I can't remember...oh yeah. I sent my friends looking all over the castle and not one of them spotted your friend." The spider said, swishing its eight long legs in the water.
"Tilly, this is a very big castle, Hoggle could be anywhere."
Tilly laughed. "And I have a really big family, all 982 of my brothers and sisters and 1497 of my cousins looked over every inch. Trust me, he is not in this castle." Tilly did a graceful dive underwater.
"I knew he was lying."
When Sarah arrived in the dinning room later that morning, she was wearing a lacy, midnight blue dress, and her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She looked and felt beautiful and confident. Jareth respectfully rose from his seat.
"Ah, Sarah. I was sure you would not show, "he sat back down "but I'm glad you did. I saved you a seat." He said patting his thigh with his gloved hand. Sarah's teeth clenched as she sat in his lap.
"The pixie tarts are quit delicious this morning. Try one." He insisted holding the exotic pastry up to her lips. She took a bit, and was almost disappointed to find it was good. He smiled when he saw a dollop of cream at the corner of her mouth. He lowered his head to hers, his tongue sneaking out to lick her lips. Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed the kiss.
His tongue toyed with hers, caressing the inside of her mouth. Could taste her own sweetness, mingled with the sugar of the tart.
He was so caught up in the kiss; the pain didn't register until the flavor of blood filled his mouth. His tongue was on fire. He pulled away from Sarah and saw the ruby liquid dripping down her chin.
"You will regret this." He declared.
"The only thing I regret is believing you hade Hoggle locked in your dungeon."
"Who ever said he was locked in the dungeon? I'm not stupid enough to leave him within a hundred feet of you. He could be anywhere in the Goblin Kingdom." He snapped his fingers and a crystal magically floated into his palm. "Watch what you have done Sarah." He said, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, imprisoning her in his lap. She watched the crystal.
The image of Hoggle began to appear. His face contorted in agony. He began to scream loudly. The sound stung her ears.
"Hoggle." She yelled at the crystal. "Stop it." Tears burned her eyes.
"You know the only way to get it to stop." Jareth replied. "Don't you Sarah?"
She looked at Jareth's face, his bloody mouth, and back to the image of Hoggle. Great sobs rocked her body. She knew the only way to end it, but in the doing, it could end her as well.
............................................................................................................ Thank you all for your tips. They helped spark my imagination so much. Let me know what you think of this chapter. And if you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them.
"Sarah, I'm growing tired of this. Tell me what you wish to discuss." Jareth demanded in a beastly voice.
"I want to see Hoggle. Just to make sure he is alright. Then, once I know he is unharmed, I will do whatever you tell me too." The words were torn out of her, she couldn't have held them back if she tried. Half expecting Jareth to through a fit, she did not look him in the eye, instead she locked her gaze on the floor.
"No."
"What?" She cried, drawing her gaze from the floor to his face.
"I said 'no' and my answer will not change. You will be left in the dark, wondering if I really do have your friend. Knowing full well, if you do anything to displease me I will have him tortured. Now my dear, run along to your room. There will be a bath awaiting you. Then you will join me for breakfast." He spoke calmly. Sarah clenched her fists in anger.
"Bastard." She hissed the word at him. He glared at her, and before she knew what happened, his large hand was wrapped around her throat. He pulled her closer, his lips barely touching hers.
"Evil? Yes. Cruel? Most defiantly. But I am not a bastard." His lips captured hers. His thumb rubbing back and forth across her neck, reminding her that he could easily kill her if he wished it. She opened her mouth to his invading tongue. He deepened the kiss, catching her blood on fire.
Every instinct inside her told her to fall into his arms and let him kiss every inch of her body, but pride yelled at her to push him away. Pride won out.
She pushed roughly at the wall of his naked chest. Jareth released her, a satisfied smile on his face. Sarah growled loudly and stormed out of the room, knocking down two goblins carrying trays of food.
When she reached her room, a large copper tub, filled to the brim with bubbles and hot water, sat in the middle of the floor. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stripped off the rumpled dress and stepped into the painfully hot water.
"Watch it Deary. You're libel to drown me." A small voice said. Sarah looked down to see, Tilly swimming in the water. Shacking off the momentary chill the spider gave her. She said.
"Sorry Tilly. I didn't know you were there."
"Not to worry, I always was a good swimmer. There was something I was supposed to tell you, and I can't remember...oh yeah. I sent my friends looking all over the castle and not one of them spotted your friend." The spider said, swishing its eight long legs in the water.
"Tilly, this is a very big castle, Hoggle could be anywhere."
Tilly laughed. "And I have a really big family, all 982 of my brothers and sisters and 1497 of my cousins looked over every inch. Trust me, he is not in this castle." Tilly did a graceful dive underwater.
"I knew he was lying."
When Sarah arrived in the dinning room later that morning, she was wearing a lacy, midnight blue dress, and her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She looked and felt beautiful and confident. Jareth respectfully rose from his seat.
"Ah, Sarah. I was sure you would not show, "he sat back down "but I'm glad you did. I saved you a seat." He said patting his thigh with his gloved hand. Sarah's teeth clenched as she sat in his lap.
"The pixie tarts are quit delicious this morning. Try one." He insisted holding the exotic pastry up to her lips. She took a bit, and was almost disappointed to find it was good. He smiled when he saw a dollop of cream at the corner of her mouth. He lowered his head to hers, his tongue sneaking out to lick her lips. Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed the kiss.
His tongue toyed with hers, caressing the inside of her mouth. Could taste her own sweetness, mingled with the sugar of the tart.
He was so caught up in the kiss; the pain didn't register until the flavor of blood filled his mouth. His tongue was on fire. He pulled away from Sarah and saw the ruby liquid dripping down her chin.
"You will regret this." He declared.
"The only thing I regret is believing you hade Hoggle locked in your dungeon."
"Who ever said he was locked in the dungeon? I'm not stupid enough to leave him within a hundred feet of you. He could be anywhere in the Goblin Kingdom." He snapped his fingers and a crystal magically floated into his palm. "Watch what you have done Sarah." He said, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, imprisoning her in his lap. She watched the crystal.
The image of Hoggle began to appear. His face contorted in agony. He began to scream loudly. The sound stung her ears.
"Hoggle." She yelled at the crystal. "Stop it." Tears burned her eyes.
"You know the only way to get it to stop." Jareth replied. "Don't you Sarah?"
She looked at Jareth's face, his bloody mouth, and back to the image of Hoggle. Great sobs rocked her body. She knew the only way to end it, but in the doing, it could end her as well.
............................................................................................................ Thank you all for your tips. They helped spark my imagination so much. Let me know what you think of this chapter. And if you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them.