Sarah awoke to the sensation of Jareth bathing her tortured flesh with a cool cloth. It was soothing and pleasurable so she smiled, a contented sigh escaping her lips. As Jareth wiped the last of her juices from her thighs she became aware that she was lying on something soft, and that the device had been removed. Her eyes flickered open.
"Good evening my dear, do you feel refreshed?" Jareth's voice was smooth and calm, taking no account of what he had put her through.
Sarah frowned. "Yes, I do feel refreshed, but how..."
"You have been asleep for many hours."
Sarah jumped to her feet. But that would mean the throne room was not finished and she would be punished again. Jareth pushed her gently back down onto the narrow bed that now stood against one wall of the tower room.
"No, don't worry. That punishment was completed; the Labyrinth was pleased with you. Now you must rest. I have business with the council that I must attend to. I must arrange your assessment. Sleep well my dear." Jareth pulled the covers up over Sarah, smoothing them down before leaning forward and kissing her gently on the forehead. He rose and left. Sarah heard the click of a lock before his footsteps retreated. Sarah was left alone with her thoughts. She wondered briefly what the assessment may involve, before deciding that there was no point worrying, she had survived thus far, and she would have the man of her dreams there to support her through any trail the council sent her way. She smiled when she thought of Jareth. Yes, he had thought up some terrible humiliations for her since she had arrived in the underground, but she could tell that underlying his fierce exterior, he really did care for her. And this knowledge made her heart sing. With this thought in her mind, Sarah drifted off to sleep.