"Red isn't your color; how about black?" he waved the hand that had held his chin and the dress became black. His eyes trailed her form again. "Yes, black suits you much better."

"Let me down." She lifted her legs and kicked out at him; he caught them and held them there. Her ankles were on either side of his waist.

"If I had known that you were that eager I wouldn't have tied you up." His hand moved up and down her calf, tickling her under the knee. She jerked her leg back, trying to get it away from him.

Strong vine. It held all of her weight plus the additional kicking, without so much as stretching. "Oh? You seem the bondage type to me." He moved his hand up to her thigh; she kicked again, the action was futile.

"Care to test that theory?" He pushed the edge of her dress, it reached her knees, up.

"Stop right there!" This had gone too far! She wasn't even pretending to joke anymore.

"Why, are you sensitive there?" He traced circle around the area with his finger. Thankfully his gloves were on, protecting her leg from his unfocused magic. Even with the gloves, however, a gasp still escaped

I have to stop this!

"No, you don't. You don't have to stop me. You don't even want to stop me." She opened her mouth to protest; he put his finger to her lips, keeping her silent. "You think it's wrong to sleep with me, or do anything else with me, let alone like it." He smirked. "And I can tell that you like it." He let go of her legs and held her body to his; he reached up with one hand to the vine that held her in place, his other hand held her to him.

"Oh, and I suppose the fact that I don't want to go this fast in a relation ship, which I have told you many times, doesn't count for anything." She tried to push away, but ended up pushing her lower body closer.

"No, it doesn't." He finished untying the vine, but still held her close to him.

"Can't you just leave and not come back, or better yet send me home." She sighed. "Anytime is good, anytime you leave you come back less than half an hour later!" She pushed his shoulders, again trying to distance them.

"You're addicting Sarah, I can't get enough of you, you're..." Sarah interrupted him.

"You'll only find me addictive until you sleep with me; then you'll just list me with the rest of your conquests, and find some other fifteen year old." He slapped her, knocking her back into the pool.

"Watch your tongue Sarah, I will not have you insulting my dignity and virtue." He walked to the edge of the pool.

"Virtue?" Sarah was incredulous, "With that outfit, and all that innuendo you thrown around?" She started laughing, again. I laugh too much around here.

He reached into the pool and pulled her out by the shoulders; he held her in the air in front of him. She flinched away from the fury in his eyes. "Have I not warned you against insulting me?" The room changed.

Why do I get the feeling were beyond the silver door? He threw her onto the bed behind her. She attempted to roll off of the bed but found her exit blocked by the king's arm. He's fast.

"There are some things that I take nice and slow." She looked to his eyes and found that they were trailing over her form. She looked down, the already clingy dress was now wet and hugged her form, leaving little to the imagination. She attempted to hide her form with her arms, she now looked into his eyes and found more than anger waiting there. He pulled her arms away from her body, worshiping it with his eyes once again.

I'm fifteen years old! "You perverted old geezer!" He grabbed the bottom edge of the dress and ripped it an inch.

"Age has little to do with performance when you're immortal. If you're good, you're good." he ripped the dress another inch. "And if age is disturbing you…" Sarah did not have to face the rest of that statement as his eyes suddenly unfocused. "Damn." He muttered as his gaze returned to focus. "We'll have to finish this conversation another time. I have certain matters of state that need to be attended to." He stood up and offered her a hand up; he brought her a disturbingly familiar silver door, and led her into her room.

"You will remain in here for the time being, I shan't see you until tomorrow. He produced a crystal and threw it at one of her walls; a bookcase appeared where the crystal had hit. "I must be going." He disappeared.

Sarah stood looking at where he had been for a few moments, she snapped out of it and headed to the closet. When she was dressed in something less revealing she went to the bed to find the promised breakfast. Sure enough, waiting on the bed was a tray with a covered dish and a pitcher of syrup. She lifted the lid, pancakes, and the syrup was peach. What, does he have a peach fetish or something, severe deprivation as a child?... A child, why did he send Toby back? She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I wish I had a brush." On the tray her plate disappeared and a brush took its place. The teen tentatively picked up the brush. "Uh, thank you?" A face appeared on the tray.

"You're welcome." The tray smiled. After the talking doorknockers and Ludo's rock friends she was ready to believe just about everything, including a talking tray. "Is there anything else that I can do for you?"

You could get me a one-way ticket out of here. "No, thank you, I'm fine." The tray gave her one last smile and then disappeared. Sarah looked at the brush, looked to where the tray was and shrugged. "Ask and ye shall receive."

When the teen was done brushing her hair she went over to the bookshelf. The top of the shelf went ten feet into the air and it was eight feet wide. Sarah couldn't read many of the books because they were in a language she had never seen before, she had to assume it really was a language. She got so caught up in the books she could read, most of which were about the Labyrinth and its creatures, that she did not notice how late it was. There were no windows to see the sun from, but when the candles darkened and brightened again she got the idea. The mortal changed into a nightdress and slipped into bed.

I have a lot in store for her in the next chapter. Muhahahaha. Thanks for all of the great reviews. For those who actually read Author's Notes here is a sneak peak:

Sarah awoke to find lips pressed to her own, her eyes shot open, to encounter a blindfold.

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