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Chapter 11

I awoke to the feeling of someone stroking my hair. I noticed that I was leaning on someone's chest, and I was sitting in a bed completely foreign to me.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a large white bedroom decorated with gold artwork, a rug, little knickknacks, a lamp, and wall-hangings. The carpet was as white as the walls, and the gold rug was a bold contrast against the white of the carpet. The furniture in the room, which consisted of a desk, a bureau, a book shelf, a night stand, and a small table with a set of chairs, was dark brown. There were doors directly to the left, right, and in front of the bed.

"Do you like it?" I heard Jareth's voice in my ear. I jumped and pushed myself away from him, last nights events rushing back.

"It's nice, but it would be even nicer if you would take me back to Master's," I replied as I got out of the huge four-poster bed, noticing I was still in my black ball gown.

"Blake made you call him Master? Even I wouldn't do that. You would be better off here, Misery. You're safer with me than you are with Blake," Jareth said, standing up, too.

"Well, considering that you were the one who tried to rape me last night, I really don't think that's true," I said, my voice rising at the anger I felt towards Jareth.

"I wasn't trying to rape you. I was just trying to~"

"Rape me! You were just trying to rape me! I was kicking and crying and yelling and you gagged me! If that's not rape, then I don't know what is!" I yelled.

"Misery, I don't like yelling, and I have zero tolerance for it. I won't yell at you, and you won't yell at me," he said calmly.

"I think I have a right to yell! I was nearly raped and kidnapped twice in one week!" I shouted.

"This is your final warning. Do not yell at me or you'll us up your second chance," Jareth said ominously.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes, trying to control my anger. I did not want to use up my 'second chance.'

"Okay, look Jareth. Take me back to Master's," I commanded.

"No, Misery. You are staying with me and that's final," he said through gritted teeth.

"Why? If anything, I belong to Master, as much as I hate to say it, but I do. Now take me back," I said impatiently.

"Why?" he repeated. "Because I want you here with me, and I always get what I want." He began advancing towards me. I backed up until I hit the wall next to the night stand. I looked to the door on my left, and I decided I would take a chance. I quickly grabbed the doorknob, and threw it open. When I saw what is in there, I groaned.

"That's the bathroom, dear," Jareth laughed.

"Really? I hadn't notice," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Another thing I don't have any tolerance for is attitude," he said.

"Is there anything you do have tolerance for? I asked.

"Misery…" He warned. I just walked past him to the door directly to in front of the bed. I opened it and groaned again. It was a freaking closet. I walked to the last door, and was about to open it, but Jareth blocked my way. Again.

"Excusez-moi," I smiled fake-sweetly.

"Parlez-vous francais?" Jareth asked, surprised.

"No, I just know how to say excuse me. So, excuse me," I commanded again.

His surprised expression disappeared. . "I do not want you leaving this room until I can trust you," he said.

My face fell into mock-hurt. "You don't trust me?"

"Not yet, no. But if you behave, I will."

"Define behave."

"By behaving I mean no yelling, no attitude, no escaping, and various others," he explained.

"But what if I like having an attitude and yelling at people?" I asked.

"Then too bad. You will behave, and you will listen to me," Jareth demanded.

"Says who? You don't own me, so I don't have to listen to you. The closest person I 'belong' to is Master. And unless I'm mistaken, which I'm not, you aren't Master." I shot back, my anger rising again.

"Says me, that's who. You are mine now. You no longer belong to Blake. And you are about to use up your second chance," he advised.

"I am no one's! I am not a thing to be owned, by anybody! Not by you, or Blake, or anyone! Now move, so I can leave!" I roared, completely ignoring the fact that I was about to use up my 'second chance' by yelling.

Jareth sighed in frustration. "Misery, that's your second chance. You only have one left before I have to punish you for not listening to me."

"Are you fucking kidding me!? You kidnapped me last night and you seriously expect me to follow your every command and whim!? I've had enough with being a 'slave!' There is no such thing as slavery anymore, so I would appreciate it if people would stop acting like there is and telling me what to do all the damn time!" I screamed, my anger exploding out of my body.

"I also don't have a tolerance for swearing. And I never said you were a slave in this household. But if you keep acting like a disobedient pet, it is possible for you to be downgraded to a slave," Jareth said.

"Pet?! Pet?! That's just as belittling as being called a slave! I'm not an animal, nor am I a thing to be owned! I am a fucking human being!"

"Misery, I am sick of your disrespect. I told you not to yell, and you did. I told you to quit with the swearing, and you didn't. I don't want to have to punish you."

"Just do it already! You've been threatening me with that for the past ten minutes! I lived through having something carved onto my stomach, so I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever torture you can come up with!" I screamed.

Jareth gripped the tops of my arms. "Calm down, Misery. I don't want to punish you."

He touching me sent me into a fury. "Let me go, asshole!" I yelled. I struggled, but I couldn't free myself from Jareth's grasp.

"I'm sorry if I upset you. Please, calm down," he said gently.

"Do NOT tell me to calm down! And I would be obliged if you got your disgusting rapist hands off of me!"

He said something under his breath that I didn't catch. He moved us closer to the bed and away from the door, where we were previously standing.

A minute of us just standing there, me still struggling to get out of his grip, passed. The door opened and in stepped a man I have never seen before carrying a syringe full of a milky-colored liquid. I stopped struggling for a second and stared at the syringe. Then I went back to freaking out.

"Let me go! Leave me alone, you disgusting rapist!"

"Misery, it's just something to calm you down," he tried to explain.

"I don't want your drugs!" I screamed.

He gestured with his head toward me, and the man walked forward. He stuck the needle in my arm, and injected the fluid into my bloodstream.

My struggling slowly dwindled down to nothing. I sagged into Jareth's arms, and the world spun around me.