Appearing on the other end of the door, sending out a tendril of his power candles lit, filling the room with light. With what he saw he felt the sudden urge to hit himself. 'Of course.' His mind sneered at, sarcasm dripping from each thought. 'Lock the girl in the iron room why don't you.' Really he was the only one capable of getting in to the room and here he had locked a girl who probably wouldn't think twice about using something in it against him. Least to say it was one of his most brilliant moves, and yet still, he could blame it on her. 'It's her fault. She made me so…so …angry.' Not the best words for it and not all the truth. But at the time that was all he was willing to admit to himself at the time. He was about to wake her when a group of rowdy goblins passed by, doing the job for him. She started and as the sleep left her eyes confusion entered. Nevertheless, the instant she saw him recollection poured in followed by a cold glare.
'Did I fall asleep in the porch again?' She thought suddenly aware of her stiff muscles. But upon sight of the man before her the memories flooded back. Sending him a look with the all the warmth of a glacier, she sat up. Refusing to stand she sent the unspoken message that he was not worth the effort to do so. 'And Karen said I would never learn anything of use in all my books.' All the same she was hard-pressed not to show him how much her intimidated her. 'That word does not even begin to describe how I feel.'
"Comfortable?" She wished dearly for a smart remark but her mind came up with no such quip. Not wanting to face him, she looked around. Was he nuts!? He had placed her in a room filled with everything, from candlesticks to swords. Her eyes widened in the revelation when she realized that if she had searched around the room she would have very well sliced herself on some of the weapons. Paling she looked to him once again, he had stepped closer during her inspection of the room and she lashed out. "Stay away from me!" Grabbing the nearest thing to her, she launched it at him. He, of course, dodged the, from what she could tell, jewelry piece. She tried to scramble away but he was quicker. Soon he had her by the shoulders and gave her a quick shake. "Let go!" She shouted trying to wrench free of his grasp, but he wouldn't budge. If she hadn't been struggling so wildly she wouldn't have missed the change of surroundings. With no warning he pushed her back, a startled yelp escaped her mouth before the water cut her off as she fell into a small pool.
Sending her backwards, he watched her fall into his tub. The moment she submerged, he used a twist of magic to send her clothes to the laundry. They would be cleaned and repaired by the time she was finished. When she surfaced, she allowed her to sputter a moment and wipe the hair from her face. It was then that she took note of her sudden lack of clothing and plunged back into the water, arms crossing her chest. He took a sudden interest in the shades of scarlet her face went through and her ruffled state. "Was yourself, we will talk afterwards. You have one hour." Not giving her the time to rebuke he left for his study. Once seated he closed his eyes. 'She is only a child. A child.' He repeated trying to banish the image of Sarah's young body from his mind. 'A child with a woman's body! Damn.' Shaking his head, he looked down to his work. This would most assuredly be a long hour.
'Breathe in, breathe out. Did he see me? God I hope not.' As he mind ran in little circles she looked about the room. The bathtub, from what she could tell, was little smaller than some pools. Sinking low enough so that her chin skimmed the water's surface she took in the stone walls lit only by candles and torches. There was one door and from where she was she could only make out the pitch black covered, unmade, bed. 'Oh please no. I am not in his room. Please any but here.' All of a sudden, the steaming water didn't seem so warm, and she felt goosebumps form all over her skin. 'I will not breakdown.' She chanted mentally while looking around the pool she was in. It wasn't long before she had found the soap, shampoo and conditioner. Scrubbing violently at her hair she began to work out all it had collected in the prior day. She had to was it twice more before she was satisfied with her, when wet, midnight locks. Letting the conditioner set she happily began to remove layers of sweat, dirt and any number of things off her skin. The silence of the room, save for the noise her movement made, finally getting to her she began to murmur the tunes of songs. Doing her best to concentrate on the music in her mind and not where she was and what could and would happen to her. Taking a breath she submerged and removed the conditioner from her hair. Surfacing she wiped the soapy water from her eyes and looked around for a towel, not even a set of clothes to change into. Swimming to the center of the pool/tub, she sat on the little stool that was there. Still under the water she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin atop them. Sniffling she held back a barrage of emotion, she knew she was no longer safe. And that she was at the mercy of a man who had insulted her at every turn. Uncertain, of how to react to the whole situation she turned to the old stand by. Pushing the fear and anything else away until she was ready to deal with what was going on. Had her parents even noticed she was gone? Did they even care? 'Karen, probably not. Mom probably hasn't answered the checked machine yet so she doesn't know and if she does probably doesn't care. Unless she uses it for publicity that is. Daddy, well it's been a long time since he last noticed me. For the second time in years, she felt utterly alone.
"Why haven't you dressed?" He demanded watching her jump and then turn to see him. She had been sitting on the perch in the center of the bath. It was taking all his will power not to try and glance at what part of her lay beneath the water.
"Into what? I haven't seen a thread of my clothes since you pushed me in." Her voice was soft despite the sarcasm, something he had never heard before. Especially from her. Pulling out a crystal he questioned as to where the clothes were, but just as he was to get his answer, a tiny goblin appeared with her garments and a drying cloth. Stepping out of the room, he shut the door.
Once he was gone she swam for the edge, pulling herself out she dried and dressed in record time. She was trying to figure out what to do with her half-dried, thoroughly tangled hair when she stepped out into the other room. Reaching into her pocket, she revealed a forgotten scrunchy. Soon her long tresses were in a sloppy bun, not her best of work but under the circumstances she considered herself well off. Looking to Jareth she felt relief fill her as he left the room for the outer halls, motioning for her to follow.
It was as plain as day that she had been uncomfortable in his chambers, so instead of speaking with her in his bedroom he led her to the study. When both were seated he could see the stubborn set in her chin, now that she was rested she was going to be hell on wheels. "There is a quaint mortal saying. 'You may have won the battle but I shall win the war.' You saved your brother but yet failed in the fight for your own freedom."
"You barely won, a few more steps and you would have lost us both."
"Still, you lost. This has never happened before, you're still mine of course."
"I will never belong to you." She hissed interrupting him with venom in her voice.
"Which leaves me with the question as to what to do with you." He finished, ignoring her interruption. She paled at his words and he knew certain thoughts were entering her mind. She no longer had her brother to protect. Somehow it was always easier to be braver for another than for ones self. She was proof of that statement, but the fear she had he could, would, put to his use. "I can make you do anything, little Sarah." She stiffened but remained silent. She closed her eyes for a second, still pale as the moon but then her body visibly relaxed. No longer stiff she looked to him with an indifferent, almost bored, expression upon her face. He narrowed his eyes at her in which she returned the favor. 'So you want to play game little one?' He thought moving to his feet, with each word he took a step near her. "Be that my slave." He let the word hang in the air a moment before moving on. "My concubine, my mistress, or…" He paused resting a hand on her shoulder he lent next to her ear. "My queen." He took a certain pleasure at the tremor that shook her small frame, if only for a moment.
"You wouldn't." She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself more so than him.
"I could."
'Could is not the same as will.' She thought wondering how much of his words were meant to frighten and how many were truths. Angling her head to face his she tried to anger him, somehow it was easier to face an angry Goblin King than a calm one. "Don't joke about things like that." He glared at her and she nearly smiled in triumph, but when his gloved hand cupped her face and forced her to look at him directly, she suddenly didn'' want to smile anymore.
"Don't try me Sarah. I may very well be not joking." Swallowing hard on her fear she raised on eyebrow.
"Queen? I'm a little young for most of what you said." 'I hope.' She added mentally. When one of his fingers began to stroke her face she felt her body tense up. 'What is he…' She was soon answered what he was up to when his face closed in on the space between them, in a hard, lip-bruising, kiss. Eyes wide with shock she went rigid, but only for a moment. In a rush of strength she hadn't known she possessed she shoved him back, knocking the chair she was in onto its back in the process. Looking to the ceiling she saw his figure block her view, flipping her legs over her head she soon did a backward somersault onto her feet. "Don't touch me!" She hissed wiping her mouth in the vain effort to rid her lips of the feel of his own.
"You are the one obeying orders dear Sarah. Not I, speaking of which I have a job for you."
"What…" She began only to be cut off.
"And you will do it regardless whether you want to or not." He paused, waiting to see if she interrupted.
'Or to see if I throw a fit. Not bloody likely Goblin Lord!' But instead of speaking she found herself in a room filled to the ceiling with books. But it was like no library she had ever seen. The shelves were colored as if in a rainbow.
"Lovely yes but I can never find the right one when I need it. You are to find out which ones are where."
"Do I look like a librarian to you?" She countered, but forgot to put the bite in her voice. The colors were magnificent. The shelves were high than most houses she had seen, she jumped when Jareth's voice whispered in her ear. "You forget dear Sarah." He spoke, pulling her to him all the while he spoke. "You are whatever I bid of you to be." A flood of fear filled her before she could stop it. But even as she held her tongue one thing was obvious in her eyes. She hated him.