Chapter 22

Dinner was eaten in silence. Everyone was disappointed that I was broken, and pissed at Jareth. I had no desire to speak, and neither did Karigan. Jareth tried to start multiple conversations, but everyone replied with curt one-word answers.

Jareth finally had enough with being blown off, so he stood up. "Come on, Misery, let's go."

Everyone but Karigan looked up, hoping that I would refuse. When I stood, the hope in their eyes was diminished, and they looked back down. Jareth walked out of the dining room and into his bedroom with me behind him.

He plopped down on the bed and heaved a sigh. "What's their problem?"

I shrugged, though I knew what their problem was.

"Oh, well. They won't be mad for long, so there's no reason to worry. Come here." He patted the spot next to him on the bed. I reluctantly crawled onto the bed next to him, and he pulled me up against him.

"At least I have you." Jareth rolled over on top of me and straddled my hips. I stared up at him, slightly afraid of where this was heading. He bent down, and kissed my forehead. He trailed down my face and body with his lips, leaving kisses. I closed my eyes in repulsion, but Jareth mistook it for ecstasy.

He kissed the tops of my breasts, and went back up to my lips. He kissed me slowly, and pried my lips open with his tongue. While he explored my mouth, I laid unresponsive. He tangled his hands into my hair for a while, and then trailed them down to my breasts. He cupped them, and squeezed softly. I laid there numb, not responding.

Jareth removed his hands from my breasts, and I opened my eyes in time to see him unbuttoning his shirt. He flung it off his body, along with his shoes. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and brought it over my head. He threw it to the ground, leaving me in my underwear. I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to do this to me. Again, he took me wrong. He thought I wanted it.

He practically ripped my bra off, and sucked on the ends of my breasts. I shivered as his cold lips came into contact with my sensitive skin. I saw his vampire teeth elongate, and he drug them up my breasts to my neck. Jareth licked my neck, and I knew what was coming. He stuck his fangs into my neck, and drank. I bite my lip, a tear forming at the corner of my eye.

He took his fangs out of my neck after a moment, and brought his lips to mine. He forced my lips open again, and I tasted my blood on his tongue as he played in my mouth. With lips still on mine, he stuck his fingers in the sides of my underwear and pulled them off of me. Tears now started flowing out of my eyes as I was completely naked underneath the monster I hated the most.

Jareth sat up, and saw me crying. "Oh, babe, don't cry. You know you like this."

I shook my head, but that didn't stop him from tearing his boxers off, revealing a large boner. He shoved his penis into me, and waves of pain coursed through my body. His moans of pleasure were obscured by my screams of agony.

I laid in bed on my side, staring at the bathroom door, wide awake in the middle of the night. I could hear Jareth's steady breathing in my ear, his arm wrapped around my waist, his naked body pressed up against my bare back. After what Jareth did to me, I was officially numb. I got Karigan hurt, I had to see my mother die again, and I had my virginity ripped away from me all in the course of twenty-four hours. I didn't have any hope that Blake would come for me. If he was going to, he would have by now.

Hours passed, and I was still awake, staring at the same bathroom door. Light was shining through the window when Jareth stirred and finally let go of me. I immediately got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I felt dirty since Jareth raped me, and I wanted to try to scrub his essence off me.

I turned the hot water to the shower on and walked in. I sat on the floor of the shower in the middle of the stream of hot water and buried my head in my hands. My body was wracked with sobs, all my emotions pouring out of me: guilt for getting Karigan hurt, disgust with myself for letting Jareth rape me, and depression for seeing my mother die right before my eyes.

I cried for thirty minutes before I decided I needed to stop before Jareth heard me, even though he probably already did. I forced myself up and grabbed the bar of soap. I scrubbed myself raw with the soap, trying to get all of Jareth's germs off of me. No matter how long and hard I scrubbed, I didn't feel clean.

After I used up the entire bar of soap, I gave up trying to cleanse myself. I heaved a large sigh, and turned the water off. I got out of the shower, and almost died of fright. Jareth was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, naked, staring at me. All I could do was stare was him in surprise, wondering how long he was sitting there, and if he saw me crying.

He laughed. "Why are you staring at me?" Apparently he didn't see me crying.

I quickly looked down, mentally unable to make eye-contact with him. "You scared me."

Jareth smirked, and stood. He put his arms on the shower door above my shoulders, trapping me in his arms.

"I guess 'Why are you staring at me' isn't a very good way to greet someone on the morning, now is it?" he whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes in fear. After he raped me, I was officially scared of him. I felt him kiss my cheekbones, and then a quick peck on the lips. "Good morning, darling."

"Good morning," I mumbled, eyes still closed.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.

I opened my eyes and saw his face scrunched up in a worried expression. "I'm tired," I said quickly.

Hs face immediately relaxed. "Didn't sleep well last night?"

I shook my head. "Aww, that's too bad. Well, I'm going to take a shower. While I take one, why don't you pick out our clothes for the day?" he asked while removing his arms from above my shoulders, releasing me from my temporary prison.

"Okay," I said, grabbing a towel and rushing out of the bathroom before Jareth could say another word.