Chapter 13

I woke to Jareth's arms wrapped around my waist. I groggily tried to peel them off of me, but they just tightened.

"Good morning," he said.

"Let me go," I commanded sleepily.

"It's only polite to say good morning and not 'let me go,'" he replied shortly.

"Good morning, Jareth." I rolled my eyes.

"You're not off to a very good start."

"And I should care, why?"

"You should care because I will have to punish you if you continue to misbehave," he said, his arms still around me.

"I'm going to scream if you don't let me go," I warned.

"No, you're~" he began, but I cut him off with a high-pitched scream that would have shattered his ear drums if he were human.

He immediately released me, and I suspended my scream in mid-air after he did.

"Ow, Misery! Why would you do that?!" he shouted.

"Careful, Jareth. No yelling or I'm going to have to punish you," I mocked, getting up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

"I do not appreciate you mocking me," he said, standing up also.

"Well, I do not appreciate the fact that you kidnapped me," I replied, closing the bathroom door and locking it behind me.

"Misery, come out of there," Jareth commanded.

"I have to pee," I stood against the door in amazement. The bathroom was huge. When you first walk in, there were sinks with mirrors above them, and cupboards below them. When you walk in about twelve feet (four sinks on each side), you see a giant Jacuzzi tube and a shower to the left of a room, and a door on the right side of the room.

I walked to the door and opened it. The room was about the size of a small bedroom. Against the back wall to the right was a toilet, and the wall closest to the toilet held a medium sized bookshelf.

I sauntered in, closed the door behind me, and locked it. I made my way towards the bookshelf and scanned the novel titles. They were just regular books.

I used the toilet (I wasn't lying to Jareth when I said that I needed to pee) and walked out of that room. I washed my hands a re-entered the bedroom to find Jareth fully dressed, the bed made, and a pink knee-length dress with short sleeves laid out on it, and a pair of white sandals beneath the dress.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, pointing to the dress.

"Your outfit for today," he replied, looking up from his book.

"I don't even get to pick out what I'm wearing?" I asked incredulously.

"You will once you learn how to behave," Jareth said calmly.

"So this is some form of punishment?"

"Yes."

"But it's pink. I don't wear pink," I said through clenched teeth.

"You do in my house," he responded.

"Need I remind you that I didn't come here willingly?" I said with my teeth still clenched.

"Your point is? This is still my house. You can wear the pink, or you can wear nothing at all."

"I fucking hate you," I said while walking towards the dress.

"Language, Misery. You cuss one more time and you'll be punished," Jareth cautioned.

"Whatever," I mumbled. I snatched up the hideous dress, and walked back into the bathroom.

I rummaged around the cupboards and drawers in the bathroom until I found a towel (white), a brush, deodorant, a new toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and soap. Everything except the towel was pink, and I found all of it in the drawer and cupboard underneath the third sink to the right. I assumed they were my cupboard and drawer considering there was nail polish (You guessed it! Pink!), a hairdryer, a curling iron, and tampons in there as well.

I was completely and utterly irritated by all that pink. Did he really believe my favorite color was pink? Pink is my least favorite color.

I realized that I forgot to grab underwear. I groaned and headed out and headed out of the bathroom.

"What did you forget?" Jareth asked as soon as I opened the bathroom door, this time not looking up from his book this time.

"Underwear," I replied.

"They're in the bureau," he told me.

"Yes, I know," I replied shortly. I opened a random drawer and my eyes immediately landed on pink, white, and yellow underwear.

"Do you seriously think that pink is my favorite color?" I asked, very much annoyed.

"Yes. Pink is every girl's favorite color," Jareth responded.

"You are so stereotypical it kills me," I said my teeth clenched again.

"Well excuse me for assuming. Now hurry up and get ready. I would like to eat breakfast before noon," he said, exaggerating.

"It's not even nine yet." I closed the drawer after grabbing a white bra and a pair of yellow underwear.

I walked back to the bathroom and was about to close the door when I heard Jareth say, "It's called an exaggeration, dear."

I stopped myself short and said, "Don't call me that." I slammed the door to the bathroom shut.

I grabbed the soap, shampoo, and towel and walked to the shower. I turned it on, undressed, and waited for the water to heat up. Once it was hot enough, I stepped in with the soap and the shampoo. I scrubbed my body with my hands (I forgot to grab the PINK shower-pouf) and lathered shampoo into my hair. I rinsed off all the soap and shampoo, turned off the water, and stepped onto the white mat that rested on the tile.

I grabbed the towel and dried off. After I was done, I wrapped the towel around my body and blow-dried my hair. I let it fall naturally around my shoulders. I put on deodorant, brushed my teeth, and put on my underwear and that revolting dress.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and almost vomited. The dress fit me perfectly (which was really creepy, if you know what I mean), but the fact that it was pink made me look awful. Well, at least in my opinion.

I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed to put on the white sandals, which clashed terribly with the black polish on my nails.

"Misery, go pick up the dirty clothes and the towel you just left on the floor, ands put them in the hamper in the closet," Jareth commanded.

I sighed loudly, but did as I was told, not wanting to start an argument (surprisingly). I walked into the closet and deposited the clothes. I was about to walk out of the closet when I noticed something. My combat boots were gone.

"Jareth," I said from the doorway.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Where are my combat boots?"

"I threw them out," he replied.

"You…threw…out … my… combat boots?" I asked gently in disbelief.

"Yes," he said simply.

"HOW DARE YOU!? THOSE WERE MINE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO THROW OUT MY THINGS! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT?!" I exploded.

"Misery, no yelling. And I threw them away because it is not appropriate for women to wear combat boots. Why do you care, anyway?"

"I CARE BECAUSE THOSE WERE THE ONLY THINGS I HAD LEFT OF MY OLD LIFE!"

"I said no yelling."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!"

"Alright, that's it. I've had enough of your disobedience. It's time for an actual punishment."