Well...I haven't been screamed and screeched at for doing naughty things with Jareth, but I'm far from finished. Last chapter was full of dark things and this chapter will be just as dark but a little less sexual. This is a warning for those that are easily disturbed by blood and pain. You have been warned. And now on with the chapter...

Disclaimer: I do not own these people and now that everyone knows that...I can sleep without fear of vengeful lawyers.

Chapter 6:

"SARAAAAAAAH! SARAAAAAH...SARAAAAAHHH!"

Sarah panted and held back a scream as she landed harshly on her side. She couldn't move. She was afraid to open her mouth for fear she would never be able to stop screaming. It hurt so much.

"SARAAAAAH!"a ghoulish voice moaned her name harshly in the shadows.

Sarah glanced around frantically trying to locate where the voice was coming from, but it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It echoed against invisible walls and resonated against a hidden ceiling. There was no end to the chaos of her name and it was steadily become her least favorite word.

"Shut Up!" Sarah screamed when she could no longer take the sound,"Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!"

Sarah's patience was finally shot and she could not bear another instance of the only sound being her own name repeated in that horrific way. She was wailing shut up now to the faceless stranger saying her name. Then the voice suddenly faded away to a whisper. A slight hum that barely could be heard. The darkness faded away to be replaced by a blinding light.

"Ah-"Sarah started to scream before walls appeared around her, boxing her into a small space. She whimpered as the walls sprouted spikes and slowly started edging towards her. When she realized the walls were closing in on her she screamed her throat raw. She screamed for her father, Jareth, her long lost mother, and every person she had ever met in that instance to rescue her from this horror. No one came.

She stood up on her fractured bones and felt her legs break apart bit by bit as she tried to support her weight. The walls were close enough for her to lean on them, but the razors sticking from them restricted her from using them. She felt the first point prick her back and tried to lean forward, but only succeeded in imbedding a blade into her right shoulder. Sarah was hyperventilating as she felt more and more of the blades digging into her body. A blade near her spine was beyond piercing her skin and much closer to cutting her fragile torso in half. Sarah could feel her blood dripping down her legs and arms. She was getting dizzy and the deeper the blades dug into her, the less and less she could bring herself to care. This was her end. She could feel death drawing near and that thought that there was nothing after this was reassuring to her.

"Wakey up Sawah?"a small boyish voice whispered into Sarah's ear as she was nearly passed out from the excruciating pain.

Sarah blinked and suddenly appeared at home in her bed. Her body free from all injuries and a little boy bouncing at the edge of her bed.

"Huh?"She said more to herself than to Toby.

"Wakey up Sawah!"Toby repeated louder because he thought she did not hear him the first time.

Sarah looked around her bedroom frantically as its image melted away and was replaced by a dungeon full of prisoners being tortured. Sarah's injuries were still not there, but her arms and legs were chained from the ceiling. Her body hung horizontally in the center of the room. She tried to turn her head to follow a pair of legs that had suddenly appeared to her left. Very familiar legs.

"Daddy?" Sarah whispered in shock as she realized the owner of the legs.

A manly chuckle was heard in the room. The laugh seemed to drown out the screams of pain faintly audible in the background. The legs crouched down in front of her and revealed the man's face and upper body to Sarah.

"Daddy!" Sarah said with more certainty this time.

Sarah's father smiled warmly at her and caressed her cheek in the same way he did when she was a little girl. His eyes sparkled with warmth and love. Sarah trusted him in that instance. That instant was soon over.

"Why hello pumpkin. I've heard you've been a naughty girl. You know what happens to naughty girls?" Sarah's father told her as he rose to his feet and grabbed a long cord. Sarah whimpered when she realized what her father was planning on doing to her.

"Daddy?" Sarah questioned once more before her father flicked his wrist and a loud crack was heard in Sarah's ear. The pain was not instantaneous. It took a few seconds for Sarah's back to understand that it had been stricken with a whip. It took a few more for Sarah to realize she was naked and her father was wearing only chaps.

"Bad girls are punished Sarah," her father continued as he flicked his whip and struck her back once more. He grunted as he applied more force to flick it again.

"DADDY!" Sarah screamed as her father sped up and began to methodically whip her. His laughter shadowed her screams. Suddenly, he father stopped and Sarah could only hear whimpers and pants. She gasps when she realized it was her own sounds that she was hearing. She heard rustling and then suddenly her father stood before her naked and proudly thrust his manhood into her face.

"You want to moan my name like a whore then you can pleasure me like one,"her father growled at her as he positioned himself before her mouth.

Sarah tried to tilt her head out of the way, but he pulled her hair and in her moment of pain she opened her mouth and he filled it.

"Don't eat the iceceam so fast darling or you'll get a brainfreeze," a nurturing voice told Sarah.

Sarah blinked and appeared in front of her mother in her three year old body. Her mind was still that of her teenage self. She blinked up at her mother and started crying.

"Mommy? Mommy! I missted too mommy,"Sarah started bawling and grabbing her mother's hand.

"What is it darling?" Sarah's mother asked as she picked up a baseball bat and weighed it in her hands.

Sarah looked up at her mother confused, as if she just realized this entire scenario was not right. Sarah's mother finally chose a lightweigt metal bat and handed Sarah a smaller wooden one.

"Here you go sweetie you know what to do right?"Sarah's mother asked as she took the icecream from her hand and threw it to the ground.

Sarah blinked questionly and shoke her head no. Sarah's mother smiled softly and patted Sarah on the head. "It's okay. Watch me first and do what I do,"she replied.

Sarah's mother turned and opened a cage that had magically appeared behind her. She opened it and a large fluffy dog ran out and started jumping at her legs and licking her feet.

"Good boy, Lancelot. Now sit."Sarah's mother ordered the doll with a giggle. The dog obeyed and as soon as it was still, Sarah's mother swung the bat and hit the dog. The dog whined, but obeyed its master and did not move. Sarah gasped and dropped the bat while backing away from the scene.

"Mommy no?" Sarah whined and continued to back away.

"Now Sarah be a good girl and do as your told," Sarah's mother chastised and handed the bat back to Sarah.

Sarah started crying and whimpering, but took the bat from her mother. She wiped at her eyes and swung the bat at her beloved dog Lancelot. He had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. Despite his age, he was still as agile and loveable towards Toby as he had been when she was his age. She could not believe it had come to this. How could she do this to her faithful Lancelot?

Sarah swung the bat again and Lancelot turned his head to look at Sarah with pleading eyes. Sarah did not know a dog could cry until she looked into Lancelot's tear soaked eyes. With every swing of the bat Sarah fell more and more into madness. She forgot that she was not three and she forgot that she was supposed to be running the labyrinth. With one final swing from her, Lancelot gave his last breath and Sarah was gathered into her mother's arms.

"That's my baby,"a voice murmured into Sarah's ear. A voice that was not her mother's. A manly voice. A sultry voice. A voice that sent shivers down her spine and fear into her heart. She knew this voice well. It was the voice that had haunted her dreams for years. It was his voice and it was his arms that held her.

"No..."Sarah tried to say, but her throat was raw from screams and tears. The injuries that she had incurred from the events had returned to her body and the pain was so unbearable that Sarah had to bite her tongue to keep from ruining her tormented throat further. She was broken. Mentally and physically she was broken to pieces and her only source of comfort lay in his voice. She grasped on to that shred of information as she slipped out of conciousness with his name on her lips.

"Jareth..."

Okay. That wasn't too bad? She's still alive and breathing and back in Jareth's manly arms just like she's supposed to be. Reviews and comments are always welcome. Hope you enjoyed. Until next time, adieu.