Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I forgot to mention that please, you can say what you want to say about my story but try to ameliorate it by not cursing. I take all criticism, especially since this is my very first Labyrinth fic. I do know that this story is not quite like the others since I began with a sex scene but, I'm sorry, that is just how I wanted to begin. Plus, that is my preference in writing, ya know. :: :: knows she is a perv :: ::

So, I am sorry if I offended anyone by standing out in the crowd. It's just all those late-night movies.. Damn them. This particular chapter, however, is mild. Not exactly R.. more like PG-13 for a little language. Just look at the title of the chapter, yeh.. that pretty much explains it. I tried to make this one longer but.. I don't think it worked. Oh well. Continue to review guys! Also, feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions. I'd appreciate it.

A/N: Jareth and Sarah belong to Jim Henson. But, Siraluei belongs to none other than me! Tada! Now you can clap for meh!

Numb

CHAPTER TWO

Sarah watched as the man, who stole away her innocence, closed the bathroom door behind him as nonchalant as can be. She attempted to fight off the sheer infuriation that was beginning to build steadily in her system at Jareth's coldness and yet at the same time, she had a twinge of excitement that he was not sending her back to the hellhole that he took her from. She was consumed by thoughts of what she had done... with this king.

'What am I now to him?' she wondered. 'I don't want to be his toy. I hope that is not all I am. But, then.. what else would I be to him?... His queen?'

She creased her forehead and scowled at the realization. "I'm just a toy to him," she grumbled, sliding off the bed in resentment.

Her eyes sadly looked for the robe that she had strewn off only an hour ago. The rich emerald caught her eyes and she walked bitterly over to put it on. After tying the robe tightly, she allowed her sight to take in the fine bedchamber at length, trying to forget her unpleasant thoughts.

There was no wallpaper; earthy dark wood paneling covered the walls and the soft, almost shaggy carpet was a deep blue. The same blue beautified the thick, velvety drapes that framed the couple of enormous medieval-like windows. The same kind of mahogany color of the bed made up the rest of the lordly furniture. An armoire was set against a wall adjacent to the bed and there were numerous tables and chairs set perfectly in place for the room's proportion. Something that particularly clinched her attention even more so than anything else was the dazzling fireplace that was set on one wall that seemed not to have any furniture nearby. It was made of some odd, dark and almost marble stone. Cryptic carving covered the mantle piece that would make one become baffled and intrigued. Strange symbols that seemed to appear elvish jumped out at Sarah's curious eyes.

There were no paintings adorning the walls. Yet she could easily see that this room was Jareth's, for when she opened the armoire, his flashy and stylish clothing filled the compartments. As she flipped through the different articles, she saw that the armoire must have been a lot larger than it already appeared, because the clothes literally went on with no end.

Just as Sarah was about glance out of one of the windows to get a look at the Underground, Jareth walked into the room, completely dressed. This caused her to be taken aback but as soon as her eyes landed on him, her mouth became dry. He looked particularly attractive in black breeches, a loose midnight blue painter's shirt and a black vest. His usual black boots were there and so were his black gloves. He perfectly matched with the bedchamber's tones. Sarah didn't realize that she was now practically gaping at his appearance, especially so when her vision caught an unmistakable bulge. She also didn't realize that Jareth had advanced to her and was now only a few feet away, leaving her no space to back up for the window was just behind her.

After a moment, Sarah let her eyes rise to his face, feeling embarrassed. She sighed, struggling to collect herself. "Why are you dressed already? It's still dark out."

Jareth slowly crossed his arms, first grinning at her attempt to appear as if she weren't checking him out and then became irritated at her naivety. "Perhaps you have forgotten who I am and that maybe there are certain duties that need tending to?"

"Why are you keeping me here?" Sarah blurted out of the blue, crossing her arms also and leaning against the window. Her face read clear exasperation and hopelessness. "Maybe I want to go back. Are you going to keep me locked up in your castle like I'm just some stupid whore?" she spat, stepping up to him with newfound courage.

The Goblin King narrowed his eyes and smiled bitterly. "Maybe that is just what I intend to do, Sarah," he countered back, closing in on the inches that they had been apart. He leaned into her so that his lips were just aligned with hers. She held her breath, losing her senses in the intimacy that Jareth put forth. "And there is nothing that you can do because you are no longer in your world. You are in mine. You belong to me."

Sarah couldn't stifle the soft moan that was emitted from her lips; she was deeply turned on by his possessive words. But, of course, she was quite pissed off about it as well. So it was true. She was just his whore for the evening, nothing more.

Jareth had drew away and was smirking cockily at her reaction as it morphed from swooning to ill humor. He loved playing these games with her because she was so vulnerable. Yet he knew that if he kept this up, she would soon wake up and catch on. Actually, she already had with one look at his grin.

"You bastard! I don't care if you're a king, you can't expect for me to just sit here and let you sleep with me as if I'm some cheap slut to entertain you for the night," Sarah growled, scrunching up her forehead but standing her ground.

She was truly beautiful when she was angry and Jareth had the urge to profess this to her but he pushed that thought away for his temper was beginning to flare. How dare she speak in such a way to him! He was not some common mortal that she was speaking to, he was the King of the Goblins. Within the Underground, Goblin King was the highest rank possible. There were no fae that could even come close to the absolute power or magic that he possessed. Sarah was dangerously getting on his bad side.

Jareth narrowed his eyes and placed a callous smile onto his thin lips. "No, you are much too young to be labeled as a slut and you will not be entertaining me for tonight only," he smirked ruthlessly before going on, "There will be many more nights."

Sarah glared back at him hatefully. "You'll take me against my will? Rape me?"

"Oh, now Sarah," he spoke to her like she was a child. "You and I both know that taking you against your will is not quite possible under the circumstances."

Jareth's lack of modesty put her over the edge. "And what circumstances would those be?" she inquired with a bit of an attitude, arching her eyebrows.

Jareth chuckled in amusement before advancing in on the girl, backing her up against the window yet again. Slowly he placed his hands against the window on either side of her shoulders, a now more serious look in his eyes. "Don't play dumb with me, Sarah," his words coming out sharply, "I could have raped you but you willingly accepted me. Though, despite what you may think, I am a gentleman and I would not do anything to harm you. You must trust me."

Sarah looked at him incredulously, but she was afraid inside and she knew that Jareth could surely see it. However, she didn't let this stop her from speaking her mind, even when her words came out weak and unsteady. "Trust you? Why? You won't even let me go back home. How can I trust you if you won't give me my freedom?"

The Goblin King shrugged, "Do you wish to go home, Sarah? Would you like it if I sent you back? Back to your own world?"

The girl frowned at his answer. He already knew what she wanted, knew her dreams. "I want to stay," she murmured softly, "but I don't want to be locked up here. I want my freedom."

"If that is what you wish," Jareth replied with what appeared to be honesty. "But there are limits, you know."

"And what are they?"

"Well," he began, backing away from her, "I cannot let you meddle into things in the castle. You may go into every room but my study and my bedchambers, which is now where you are. You will be only permitted to enter into these particular rooms with my permission. You may venture into the gardens in the rear of the castle but you must not go into the Labyrinth. The Underground can be unsafe to a young girl if she happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Sarah bit her lip and looked down to his glossy, heeled boots. After a moment's thought, she rose her eyes to meet his again. "What about my friends? Can I see them?"

Jareth frowned distastefully, crossing his arms. "We will talk of that issue at a later time. As for now, I must send for someone to show you to your room."

Sarah looked on as he walked to a door that lead out of the room and disappeared momentarily before coming back with a small-statured fae woman. She appeared young and pleasant-looking, with long, thick auburn hair and a warm complexion. She was dressed in a mint green, sheer dress with green flats. A smile covered her face as she caught sight of the young mortal but Sarah didn't notice for her eyes switched directly to Jareth. Questions still filled her mind; he was leaving so quick without giving her time to think.

"Siraluei will show you to where you will be staying. Should you have any questions, given that they are appropriate, she will answer. And if you want anything, just ask her. I would prefer it if you would have her accompany you should you decide to take a look around. I am expecting company today." Jareth spoke quickly in a detached tone, as if he were thinking about something. Silently, he nodded his head, eyes never meeting Sarah's, and strode out of the room.

Siraluei sighed and closed the distance between her and the mortal. "You'll have to excuse his majesty. He's been like that since.." Abruptly, she caught herself, her violet eyes shining as she smiled again at Sarah. "Well, I best show you to where you'll be sleeping. An early breakfast is already set out for you there. Come along."

Hesitant at first, Sarah followed the fae woman out of the king's bedchambers into a large corridor that branched off to, what seemed like to her, a maze of a few dozen equally enormous rooms.

Still, Jareth remained etched in her mind, what he had done to her and what he was still doing to her.

Ok, people. It's time. What time you ask? Why, it's REVIEW TIME! Yay!