Here is the first entirely new chapter after two years! I'm so glad I came back to this story after so long. I had so much fun writing this and I'm hoping you all have fun reading it. P.S I'd love to read some reviews. Content Warning for this chapter - Physical violence.

The second time Sarah awoke in the Labyrinth was just as disorientating. Soft silken sheets caressed Sarah's cheek as she awoke but it was just as unsettling as the stone floor. For a few brief moments she forgot the hopeless position she was trapped in, and experienced a cosy bliss. Unfortunately reality could not be ignored forever. Slowly, she started to realise that her normal lumpy pillow was gone and as she pulled at that thread to remember why that was, she remembered everything.

Throwing the loathsome pillow at the wall with all the others, Sarah tried to hold back tears. Without a window in her cell she had no idea how long she'd been asleep, or how long she had sobbed on the floor yesterday before she'd surrendered to sleep. Not that she had fallen straight asleep. When her tears had finally slowed her determination ignited. She'd felt every crevice of the walls for a secret exit, investigated every inch of the floor and inspected the strangely empty wardrobe. It was all futile. Eventually Sarah had to admit defeat, at least temporarily, and she resentfully collapsed on the bed.

Sarah felt embarrassed when she saw all the tacky pillows she'd thrown around the room before exhaustion claimed her consciousness. Sarah prayed that Jareth hadn't been spying on her through one of his omniscient orbs, aware the sight of her tantrum would not help her argument that she was not a child. Although Sarah had to admit it bought her cathartic relief to hurl the gaudy pillows away from her. As feeble as she was, that small act of rebellion against her imprisonment felt good.

Glancing around the room again now she was awake, Sarah was shocked to see an unremarkable door had appeared. In any other circumstance a plain wooden door would have been entirely insignificant but to Sarah it was a lifeline. Scrambling out of bed, tripping over the sheets she was tangled in, Sarah ran for the door. It didn't matter that her muscles screamed in protest from the sudden movement, it didn't matter that it could be a trap, all that mattered to Sarah in that moment was escaping the claustrophobic cell she'd be trapped in.

Her hope for escape was quickly shattered when the door only led to a very extravagant bathroom. The contrast between the two rooms was night and day. The bedroom was simple, small and ordinary while this bathroom was the definition of excessive. It was easily at least double the size of the bedroom with a blinding white marble floor and matching walls, a humongous gold antique full length mirror and the crowning jewel, a circular bath inlaid in the marble floor that was the size of a small pool.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Sarah's head whipped around wildly to find the source of the noise. The noise sounded exactly like a polite knock on a wooden door but Sarah could not locate it. It was definitely coming from somewhere in the bedroom, the ominous knocking was echoing off the stone walls, but Sarah still could not identify the source. She knew Jareth would never be caught dead knocking on a door before entering, it would spoil his dramatic entrances. That meant it could only be a goblin, and Sarah did not know which unwanted guest filled her with more dread.

Sarah was suddenly painfully aware of how little she was wearing. She'd been so preoccupied with the Goblin King's intimidating presence, her mothers betrayal, and her fruitless attempts to escape the room, that she'd never considered the implications of being kidnapped in her sleep. Thanks to that, all she had on was one of Taylor's old tattered shirts that barely grazed the top of her thighs. Even after she had pushed him away, Sarah had never quite broken the habit of wearing his old clothes because the lingering scent of him helped calm her. She self-consciously pulled at the hem of the shirt, praying that a goblin was not about to burst into the room when she was so exposed.

Is this the Goblin King's revenge, leaving me here defenceless to any manner of goblin?

The wall directly across from Sarah began to shift. The stone slabs seemed to crawl away from each other, filling the room with the grating sound of cracking stone, leaving a door shaped opening behind. Rather than a horde of goblins, the most adorable and unthreatening person swiftly flitted through, before the opening closed swiftly behind her.

Sarah was mesmerised by the girl who was standing in front of her, she was so full of natural grace and ethereal beauty. The complete opposite of a goblin. Envy bubbled up in Sarah as she witnessed the beautiful girl curtsy flawlessly, even though she was carrying a large red package that looked as though it weighed more than her. In just one movement she exhibited more grace than Sarah had in her entire life. Even if her skin was green it was undeniably flawless. Her face reminded Sarah of an oil painting of a cherub, perfectly round and pouting but still undeniably beautiful. Not to mention the iridescent wings that caught even the dim candlelight to shine triumphantly. Sarah felt muted in comparison.

Liana on the other hand was thoroughly unimpressed by Sarah. She had heard the tales of the beautiful, charismatic and powerful mortal champion who had bested the Goblin King. The kitchen had been inundated with hushed whispers about her for months after Sarah had won, which drove Liana insane. The others would regularly talk about how Sarah had charmed so many members of the Labyrinth and how everyone wished they'd been able to catch just a glimpse of her, but the kitchen staff were always far too busy to indulge in watching the runners. Liana tried to avoid the inane gossip as much as possible because she was devoted to serving her King. The only time she had ever joined the gossiping was when they implied that the mortal girl may have charmed even His Majesty, which she could not stand for.

Yet Liana could see no reason the dull mortal child in front of her should inspire such intrigue. Sarah seemed like nothing more than another plain, cowardly human. Her appearance was dishevelled but ultimately unimpressive, her posture was atrocious and she had no charms that Liana could see. Liana could not comprehend the honours her King was so generously bestowing on her, even with her position as a champion of the Labyrinth. However the Goblin King's word was absolute and infallible. If he deemed Sarah worthy of attention then Liana would devote herself to Sarah's care.

"I am Liana, my Lady. I have been sent here to assist you as your Lady's maid."

"It's….nice to meet you Liana." Sarah replied hesitantly, the name feeling unfamiliar on her tongue.

She was mortified to be meeting someone when she was in such a state of disarray. However Sarah was completely oblivious to the prejudice and resentment that Liana had held before even entering the room.

"There is nothing to apologise for my Lady." Liana's voice had a perfectly calming tone, completely devoid of her distaste. As she stood up fully, Sarah saw just how short she was, and yet it only made her feel more self-conscious.

"You really don't need to call me 'My Lady' honestly. Just Sarah is fine."

"That is not how things are done here." Liana replied bluntly, while maintaining a convincingly fake smile on her flawless face. "After all, you are a champion of the Labyrinth so you have earned that title."

Sarah felt the questions bubbling up and yet…she bit her tongue to stop them escaping. When Sarah had first met Hoggle she'd felt at ease with him instantly. On her adventures through the Labyrinth Sarah had always maintained her trusting nature, wanting to find the best in everyone she met. In hindsight, she realised she'd been naive and now she was mature enough to comprehend the very serious consequences of trusting the wrong person.

While Liana was certainly enchanting, and easily preferable to a Goblin, Sarah still did not feel completely safe. Beautiful things were deadly in the Labyrinth, the more alluring the more venomous. Smiling, Sarah reminisced on her first interaction with Hoggle where he mocked her for trusting a faery based purely on its sweet appearance. Liana may appear perfectly friendly, with a wide smile and polite manners, but Sarah was still cautious. There was something too controlled in her tone, to perfect in her smile. Liana, on the other hand, assumed Sarah's silence and strange smile was due to her low intelligence, sighed inwardly, and continued with her assigned tasks.

"I have bought you clothes my Lady. Please choose whatever you'd like to wear and I will assist you in getting dressed after we've bathed you."

Liana placed the crimson package at the end of the bed and backed away, as though Sarah was a beast she needed to be wary of. Despite Sarah's apprehension, her hand hovered hesitantly over the crumpled wrapping as curiosity slowly burnt away her cautious instincts. She barely registered what Liana had said about bathing her, too busy lightly tracing the rough paper and internally debating whether to risk opening it.

The package was clearly a gift from Jareth which scared Sarah. Any 'gift' bestowed by Jareth was a trap in a pretty package, much like the Goblin King himself. What Sarah hadn't expected when she gave into her inquisitive impulse and slowly tore away the paper was a selection of beautiful gowns. There must have been a dozen gowns neatly folded within the package, each one a different colour, it was like a rainbow of extravagance. The dresses felt as soft as velvet, almost bewitchingly soft, like they were begging to be worn. Sarah grabbed the first gown on the pile and unfurled it. It reminded Sarah of the old costumes she used to play in, with a long flowing skirt and billowing sleeves. However, unlike her childish costumes, this dress was pure elegance and refinement, from its unique fabric to the exquisite detailed embroidery.

After Sarah had beaten the Labyrinth and returned home she never wore her costume dresses again. Her desire to be a princess whisked away on a thrilling adventure lost its lustre. Her costumes were a reminder of her childish dreams, so she'd hidden them out of sight in the back of her wardrobe. Sarah could not bear to throw them away but the sight of them was too difficult. Irene had found them on one of her many invasive inspections of Sarah's room and thrown them away without even asking. Irene had claimed since Sarah was much more 'normal' now she wouldn't need them. They had fought viciously that night. Had Jareth known Sarah still carried a nostalgic desire to dress that way again? Was this a genuine heartfelt gesture or a complete fluke? Sarah was so lost in her paranoid overthinking that she completely forgot Liana was even there.

"My Lady, shall I help you bathe now? His Majesty has generously…"

"I'm not a child, I don't need someone to help me wash!" Sarah cut across Liana, agitated at the mention of Jareth and 'generosity'.

Liana could not comprehend Sarah. Jareth had personally created this guest room, had a collection of exquisite gowns tailored for her, assigned her a lady's maid, he'd even reorganised the whole castle to allow the girl access to a personal washroom. Yet this insignificant mortal was ungrateful. There were Princesses, even Queens, who would murder their own subjects for a fraction of the attention the Goblin King was bestowing on this unimportant, unworthy human. Gritting her teeth and remembering that the King had told her to do everything in her power to make Sarah comfortable, Liana bit back her bitter remarks. Instead, Liana tried to make Sarah understand her favourable situation as politely as she should.

"My Lady, I am your personal maid. His Majesty generously gifted me to you, so you need not feel embarrassed at me assisting you. I am here entirely to help you." Liana managed to hide her disdain for Sarah, just.

"Gifted you?" The repulsion in Sarah's voice filled the room, making an already awkward atmosphere hostile.

"Have I done something to displease you, my Lady? Or do you believe you deserve better than me as your maid? "

Liana's calm persona had finally shattered, misunderstanding Sarah's disgust. Her carefully constructed tone was gone, replaced with the obvious bitterness she held. However, Sarah refused to be afraid of her, or at least to let Liana know she was afraid.

Sarah spun round to stare Liana directly in the eye with a confident bravado, ignoring the chilling dread creeping along her spine. Assessing Liana again now that she was showing her true nature, Sarah was longer mesmerised by her enchanting appearance. Instead Sarah noticed Liana's haughty posture, the way she'd distanced herself, the slight sneer to those pouting lips. Liana may be an otherworldly beautiful fae but the contempt and perceived superiority she displayed was entirely human.

Sarah had extensive experience with sly, self righteous and sanctimonious people who judged her. Especially when she started dating the wonderfully normal Taylor. He was so friendly and beloved by countless people that Sarah was seen as an unwanted blot on his otherwise flawless social record. It didn't matter to her that Liana was some type of fae, and that she could be more dangerous than her small frame suggested, Sarah refused to cower to her. Rather than tremble in fear, Sarah channelled the Goblin King's arrogant mannerisms and sauntered towards Liana.

"Jareth could have created the most perfect 'chambers' and it would still be just a fancy cell. I do not want to be in this room, I do not want to be in the Labyrinth and I do not want to have anything to do with Jareth." Sarah replied bluntly, punctuating each stride towards Liana with her words. "Jareth can take his disgusting…."

Suddenly Liana rushed towards her with unnatural speed, moving so swiftly it caught Sarah off guard. One second she stood stiffly across the room, the next she was grasping Sarah shoulders strong enough that it could leave bruises.

"How dare you speak our King's name! After everything His Majesty has done for you, would you return his generosity with disrespect?" She screamed out with fierce loyalty that Sarah had not expected for someone who was being treated like an object.

"He's not 'our' King, he's yours. I didn't ask Jareth to do this! He can take his fucking 'generosity' and stick it right up his pompous, arrogant..."

The hands on her arm were swiftly replaced by a hand clasped around her neck before she could finish her indignant rant. However it was not the hand of a small girl. It was undeniable a male hand, clad in a leather glove, snaking around her neck from behind. Sarah did not need to look behind her, or see Liana immediately bow so low her face scraped the ground, to know the body pressed against her back was Jareth's. She could feel the velvety smooth leather against her bare skin, the heat radiating off his chest might as well have been lava flowing over her body.

"You are dismissed" Jareth growled in a voice so full of venom that it made Sarah shiver in fear.

Sarah didn't want to be left alone with Jareth but there was no way for her to prevent Liana darting through the sudden opening in the wall. Liana never even glanced back. If Jareth had not been painfully restraining Sarah she would have sprinted after Liana, any chance to escape Jareth, but the small opening was closed within seconds. Now they were alone.

"Did you forget that I am your King Sarah? I shall have to teach you some manners." He hissed in her ear.

Sarah tried to struggle against him but there was no escape. She clawed desperately at the hand gripping her throat, but it was as rigid and unmovable as stone. Her frantic attempts to free herself grew more frenzied, flailing her whole body to escape the sensation of his body pressed up against her, but it was futile. The second she tried to put any distance between them, Jareth used his free hand to grab her hip and force her body into his. He was not gentle.

"Sarah, it would be in your best interest to behave yourself. I am still contemplating how cruel a punishment you deserve."

Sarah froze, hands hovering hesitantly at her throat. Jareth had whispered the words in her ear so close she swore she felt his lips brush against her skin. While her body was entirely paralysed with the terror of everything Jareth could do to her right now, internally it was screaming at her at run. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it could burst out of her ribcage.

"Good girl."

"How fucking dare.."

Indignation and rage at Jareth's patronising compliment had managed to overcome Sarah's sensible survival instinct. Before she could finish what would have been an impressively disrespectful tirade of insults, Jareth clasped his hand over her mouth.

The Goblin King couldn't deny he was savouring every moment of Sarah's feisty nature. He had purposefully baited her with his comment, just to confirm his long awaited prize hadn't lost the fire he craved. Although he wasn't sure which he enjoyed more, her unique nature or the feeling of her barely clothed body crushed against him. He was surprised to find he was strangely delighted at the way she fought so hard against him, it was novel. Anyone else who'd been allowed the honour of being this close to him was desperate for the pleasure he could bring them. Not his Sarah though, ever the enigma she struggled to escape. However, Jareth was a fae of his word. He'd promised Sarah that if she defied him again then there would be consequences.

" I would not make your situation any worse Sarah."

Sarah was tempted to indulge in her childish impulse to bite the Goblin King's hand but thankfully she was not that foolish. Instead, she poured all her energy into stopping herself from trembling at his closeness. She did not want to give him the satisfaction. While Sarah was struggling to control her body, Jareth was similarly preoccupied, although his desires were a lot more primal. Deciding to pursue a safer course of action, Jareth released his grip on Sarah and spun her around to face him. The second his hands left her body she stumbled away from him.

"You need to learn that you can not disrespect your King Sarah. Especially not to the staff in my own castle." Jareth began, generously ignoring the fact Sarah had flinched when he rightly called himself her King. "And so your punishment will be a grievous wound….to your pride."

Jareth had deliberately paused, and Sarah knew it. She wanted to scream at him to stop playing games with her, that she wasn't the naive foolish girl he'd toyed with before. The storm in Jareth's eyes halted her tongue. Sarah was vulnerable and the throbbing imprint of his hand on her hip was an undeniable reminder that he could physically overpower her whenever the whim took him.

"What does that mean?"

"You will apologise for your disrespect. Sincerely." He replied with a mischievous grin.

"Then…I'm sor.." Sarah started to reply hesitantly, but Jareth swiftly cut her off.

"Ah, not quite Sarah. I am not sure how mortals apologise but right now you are apologising to your King. You should be on your knees. Of course…if you refuse to bow to me, I am more than willing to think of a crueller punishment"

A 'wound to my pride', he wants me to kneel and submit to him!

Fury flooded through Sarah's veins causing her to clench her fists so hard she swore her nails had broken the skin. Her pride was a small price to pay to avoid the numerous sadistic things Jareth could do to her right now. She still resented having to pay it.

Begging was also no guarantee of safety when she was this powerless and as Sarah looked into Jareth's eyes she saw a mixture of sadistic glee and lust. Again, she cursed how exposed her body was, nervously fighting a losing battle with the hem of her shirt. She had to play his game. Despite lacking Liana's perfect grace Sarah still managed to clumsy kneel before Jareth and mimicked Liana's prostate pose from easier.

"Goblin King, I beg your forgiveness. I so deeply regret my lack of manners by daring to refer to you by your first name, not your title, when I am just a human and for disparaging you to your subjects."

Sarah was channelling the long retired actress in her, determined to rebel in any way possible against Jareth. Over performing every word she said, ignoring the fact they still tasted like ash in her mouth, she danced along the line between sincerity and sarcasm. Even if the words still ignited her bitter resentment they were carefully chosen. Jareth's constant assertion that he was her King led Sarah to suspect her refusal to accept him as such infuriated him the most. So she purposefully chose to not apologise for that particular slight or give him the satisfaction of her referring to him as her King for the sake of his mercy now.

"Raise your head."

Sarah obeyed without question, tensing for his response to her 'apology'. Meeting Jareth's gaze head on, she saw a flash of storm in those mesmerising eyes and the tensing of his jaw, but his nonchalant mask swiftly settled in place.

"I will accept your apology today Sarah. But heed this warning Sarah, you will accept me as your King."