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Oh she remembered this room, she had only seen it once but that was all it took. She tried to make for the door but had forgotten his hold on her wrist. If he had ever frightened her before she was finding it a pail comparison to what she felt now. She was wondering why she hadn't done the unthinkable and passed out.
She truly wanted to, to escape in the only way she could. Fate seemed to take pity on her and allowed her to elude the inevitable. For the first time in the history of Sarah Williams's life, she feinted.
His eyes widened slightly why her body slumped. Moving quickly he soon caught her before she landed on the stone floor. He didn't know whether to be amused or worried, she had feinted, from shock. 'Or fear.' He thought while cradling her in his arms. 'Probably both.' Placing her on his bed he removed her shoes. When she awoke he would tell her.
He had no intention of taking her against her will, not that far or in that way. But she was to be punished for her escapade. And so she would bed with him, no sneaking out at night and no escapes through windows. Brushing aside a cord of hair that covered her face he looked to the serene face of her sleeping form. The memory of her horror struck face when she figured where he had led her flashed in his mind, and while he would admit that he often frightened her the look of terror she had expressed did not sit well with him.
She had never truly been afraid of him, intimidated yes, frightened, only when he invaded her personal space or made a casual threat. But the expression she had born was something he never wished to see on her again. Ever.
Almost hesitantly he brushed a chaste kiss on her forehead before pulling back. Regardless to where she had thought she would be going it had been late. Readying himself for bed he slipped under the sheets, he knew better than to pull her warm body near his and restrained the desire. Yes he would enjoy it, but the thought of bringing her to the same level of fright was not worth it. He seriously doubted anything was.
It was one of those rare situations when you knew you were sleeping. She knew she was asleep, knew she had done so to escape. Though from what she didn't know, all that she knew was that she was afraid. 'Afraid?' Her conscious was trying to gain control but her emotions were fighting her. It was new for her and she didn't like it. 'I'm not afraid, I'm not a coward!' Using her determination and no small amount of anger she fought the darkness and was soon opening her eyes, and regretting it direly.
Hands gripping the black sheets she found herself facing an empty bed. Heart lowering from her throat she took a hesitant glance around the room. No Jareth, or at least no sight of him. Moving cautiously to her feet she found her sneakers and made a beeline for the door. Only to have the knob turn before her hand could touch it. Pulling back quickly she missed being hit with the door, looking from the dark wood to the man that had opened it she back peddled some more.
When his eyes met hers she felt for the first time in a long while, small and pathetic. Then she felt rage and anger, she was not pathetic, not anymore. She had made sure of that long ago, her mother had been the last to install that feeling in her, and Karen had sure as hell tried. Hands balling into fists at her sides she stood straight and waited for the execution. It wasn't long in coming.
"You tried to escape." His tone was dangerously soft, she knew it was now or never. Was she mouse or woman?
'Like my shirt says, I am woman hear me roar.' Raising her face defensively she began to prove more to herself than any other that she would not be cowed. "Not try, I did. Karen wishing me away was an unforeseen factor. I was only a little way from freedom, and you know it." She didn't know how he was going to react to her last statement, but he couldn't deny its truth.
"Yet you are still here, and mine might I add." She glared at him with all she had; there had never been a man she hated so much right now. "I came to wake you but since you are up I deem it time to explain to you the rules you will be living by." She hated that tone, she also hated the fact that he truly thought she would obey him. Was he that thick? She hadn't once done something for him without having an ulterior motive. The library was proof to that.
"What makes you think I'm going to listen to you?" Her tone held enough acid to melt through the floor, from the tallest balcony to the deepest dungeon. She hoped he could take such a subtle hint.
"Because Sarah." He stated, stepping forward and closer since she steadfastly refused to back away once more. That and she would only get farther away from the exit. Something she knew to be bad, a lesson learned from many a tickle battle with Mick. Her mind was pulled from her straying thoughts when he finished his sentence. "I will give you no other choice."
When he had stepped in he had seen the fear in her eyes, quickly followed by a self inflicted rage, pass over her eyes. He had never seen something so beautiful as Sarah. Her emotions ran deep and brought out a beauty that he didn't know existed. And Sarah was that beauty personified, and she was now his, a jewel to be prized beyond all other treasures.
After his first prod she retaliated with renewed anger. When he stepped forward she didn't give an inch. But he meant it; he wasn't going to give her any options. She would do as he willed, or face the consequences. "You can do a lot to me Goblin King, I acknowledge that and a good portion of that doesn't need to involve you're magic. So threaten and punish me all you like, it still won't make me anymore willing to be here than I was the first time." He hated it when she did this, it made intimidating and punishing her somewhat obsolete.
"Your chambers are now my own, you will sleep only in this room and not in any others. Understood?" She paled slightly but gave no other visible reaction. Slowly she nodded once, never taking her eyes off him. Not even, as he was sure she was doing, as she planned her attempt to leave the room without him. "And I believe I will assign you a number of rooms to scrub, maybe after that you will learn not to make attempts at escape." She sent a mutinous glare his way then stuck her nose in the air and made for the door. "Where do you think you are going Sarah mine?"
Not even stopping to respond to him she answered as she exited the room. "To the kitchens, I'm hungry." She was two steps out the door when he grabbed hold of her shirts collar.
"We're not finished Sarah." His temper was flaring, he knew she was defiant but her brief time of freedom seemed to have made her all the more rebellious. Remarkably he didn't fight him as expected when he had pulled her back. Actually she had stepped back as well and in turn sent them both to ther stone ground. Loosing his grip, along with his breath he, he felt her roll off of him. Between his need of air, the pain in his gut from her elbow and the bump he was getting on the back of his head he hardly noticed Sarah timidly moving closer.
All he could think was that the world had become very fuzzy.
HAHAHAHAHAHA I have momentum again. Lets hope it lasts. What do ya'll think?? (yes I said ya'll I live in the Midwest, therefore I can get away with it) {This writer is conveniently forgetting that she has moved at most ever four years and rationalizing that since she has lived in her current general vicinity a total of eight years she can get away with it.}
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