Hey guys! I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate. Sorry it took me so long to update, I just wanted to relax a little before I started updating again. Okay, it seems as if Blake is WAY more popular than I thought. Tell me in the comments who you like better: Blake or Jareth, then based on what you say, I'll see if I want Blake to come back or not, because I'm still not sure. Anyways, thanks for reading! :)

Chapter 16

I woke up slowly in the same position I was in when I fell asleep. Jareth and all.

"And you are still here why?" I asked quietly.

"I wanted to be here when you woke up," he replied.

"Of course you did," I mumbled.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, offended.

"Nothing, just nothing," I said rudely. I gradually got out of the bed, and bent over. A sharp pain shot up through my back.

Jareth dashed (with vampire speed) over to me and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Do I look like it?" I managed to straighten back up, and realized I still had no shirt or bra on. I quickly covered my chest and turned my back on Jareth.

"There's no reason to cover yourself, Misery. It's nothing I haven't seen before," he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You know, you can be such a sick creature sometimes," I replied.

"Creature? Ouch."

"Yes, creature. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go take a bath," I said walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I looked at my back in the mirror, and immediately fell into a rage. My back was covered in swirly designs, and there was hardly a piece of skin that didn't have a deep cut on it. Saying I was pissed was an understatement.

I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself. Once I was somewhat composed, I turned the hot water to the tub on. I took the pajama bottoms (Jareth put must have put them on me before I was tortured) and my underwear off. I slipped into the hot water and flinched. The water stung the wounds on my back. The pain slowly subsided and I relaxed in the hot water.

I dozed off in the hot water, and the sound of someone opening the door jerked me out of my light sleep. I looked up to see Jareth standing in the doorway. I forgot to lock the damn door.

"What the hell are you doing? I can't even be alone for two minutes without you bothering me," I said while covering myself once more.

"You've been in here for over an hour! I was just checking to see if you didn't drown or something!" he defended.

"An hour? Oh, I fell asleep longer than I thought. Now will you please leave?" I asked.

"I think it's about time that you got out of the bath," he said.

"Okay? Now will you please leave?" I repeated.

"Can't you at least be grateful that I checked on you?" he asked.

"Why would I be grateful to you? I hate you," I replied rudely.

"I don't understand why you hate me so much," he mumbled, his red eyes falling to the ground.

"I've already explained it to you, and I'm not going to again. Now, leave!" I commanded, flicking water at him. He left.

I sighed, and lifted myself carefully from the tub. I wrung my hair out and grabbed a towel. I dried my body off, and then wrapped the towel around me. I walked out of the bathroom. I felt Jareth's eyes on me as I walked into the closet, but I ignored him.

"Misery, where are you going? I already have an outfit picked out for you," Jareth said from the desk. I disregarded him again, and locked the closet door. I was not about to where another pink dress.

"Shit," I mumbled. I forgot to grab underwear and a bra. I unlocked the closet and walked back out. As soon as I did, Jareth pounced on me (not literally).

"I would appreciate it if you didn't ignore me," he said with his hands on his hips. At that moment I decided I would give Jareth the silent treatment, so I didn't answer him. I merely grabbed a pair of white underwear and a yellow bra, and walked back into the closet. I was about to close it when Jareth stuck his foot in the doorway.

"Misery, listen to me. I already have an outfit picked out for you. It's sitting on the bed."

I shook my head, and kicked his foot, trying to get him to leave.

"What do you mean no? I'm the one who decides what you are to wear," he said.

I continued kicking his foot, and when that didn't work, I stomped on it as hard as I could.

"I can barely feel that, Misery," Jareth pointed out. I then gave up trying to get him to leave, so I just turned away from him. I scanned the racks of clothes, and picked out an ivory lace dress.

"What are you doing? You're not wearing that. You're wearing what's on the bed," he said, still standing in the doorway.

I turned my back to him, and dropped my towel. I heard him snort, and I slipped on my underwear and bra. I took the dress off the hanger, and was about to put it on when Jareth walked into the closet.

"Oh, no, you don't," he said, and threw me over his shoulder. I pounded on his back as he walked into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, and held up a plain lavender dress.

"This is what you're wearing," he told me.

"No, it's not. I'm wearing the lace one," I said, breaking my short silent streak.

"Yes it is. Now put it on, or you'll go in your underwear."

"Well, I guess I'm going in my underwear, because I'm sick of you telling me what to wear," I replied standing up from the bed. I decided I would rather go naked than to listen to this douche-bag.

"Are those scars on your thighs?" Jareth asked, looking at my legs.

"Yes."

"From what?"

"I used to cut myself," I said simply. I used to be embarrassed about my scars and the fact that I cut myself, but I don't care anymore.

He looked surprised and asked, "Why?"

"That's really none of your business. Now can we go eat? I'm hungry," I declared.

"Fine. We'll discuss this later. I want you to meet my siblings."

"Siblings? But I'm naked. You can see my stomach and back," I protested.

Jareth smiled. "Maybe if you're so self-conscious you should wear the lavender dress."

I held my head up. I would not give in to this asshole. "No, let's go."

He looked shocked again, but composed himself quickly. "Fine."

He walked out of the room, and I followed behind him, slightly nervous. We took the same path that I took when I tried to escape. However, we went through the other door in the kitchen.

We entered the dining room, and six pairs of eyes fell directly on me. I waved sarcastically at the people in the room.

"Why the hell are you in just your underwear?" a man with short blonde hair from the table asked.

"Because this asshole says that I have to wear what he picks out for me, or I can go naked. And the clothes he has for me are absolutely revolting," I replied. I felt their eyes on my stomach and my thighs, looking at Blake's symbol and my scars.

"Is that Blake Winters' symbol carved on your stomach?" a red-headed girl asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Was Blake your first owner?" the same girl inquired.

"If you're going to call him that, then yes. Blake is my owner." I put extra emphasis on is.

"Is? Jareth, isn't she your pet?" a girl with a pixie cut asked Jareth.

He was about to answer, but I cut him off before he could. "He stole me from Blake."

No one said anything in response to that, so Jareth spoke up. "Misery, these are my siblings Karigan, Riley, and Alexander." He pointed to a girl with long black hair, the same guy that gave Jareth the needle that night when I was freaking out , and the blondie. "These are their partners Marcelle, Asphodel, and Isabelle." Marcelle had black hair like Karigan. Asphodel was the red-head, and Isabelle was the girl with the brown pixie cut. Karigan and Marcelle looked more like siblings than Jareth and she did.

"Well now that introductions have been made, let's eat," Jareth said, and sat down at the head of the table. I sat in the empty spot next to Karigan, and had the most awkward breakfast ever.