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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Labyrinth_(1986)
  Relationship:
      Jareth/Sarah_Williams, Jareth_&_Sarah_Williams
  Character:
      Jareth_(Labyrinth), Sarah_Williams_(Labyrinth)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Toys, Anal, Double_Penetration, Kidnapping
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      Published: 2018-01-15 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7068
****** Frigus Corde Regem ******
by Tinalouise88
Summary
     When Goblin King shows up one day, Sarah jumps at the chance to see
     his kingdom. She didn't know what to expect but she never expected
     what happened to happen. Trapped in a situation she doesn't know how
     to leave, or if she can leave at all. Dark Jareth, various warnings
     inside.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Warnings, you have been warned. This is not for the faint of heart. Proceed
with caution. The evil king has come out to play.
Consent lines are blurred, really blurred.
Mental head games and abuser/victim dynamics are in this story.
The king is evil and has some strange sexual fetishes/fantasies.
Will contain threesomes/orgies, F/F, and butt play.
Mentions of intentional suicide.
Kidnapping.
Sarah's age is ambiguous. I did it on purpose.
Lastly, don't like, don't read.
Also, I don't own the Labyrinth or the song. While I got someone to take a
brief peek at this to make sure my narrative wasn't flip-flopping around. All
errors and grammar mistakes are my own because I did the majority of the
editing.
The song is Cold as you by Taylor Swift. Chapter two will be the story minus
the song lyrics for those who don't enjoy songfics.
The title is Latin for Cold Hearted King.
===============================================================================
You have a way of coming easily to me
And when you take, you take the very best of me
So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel something
And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted
 
Sarah sat there numb to the world. How can the world be so cruel? How can
someone be so cruel? She curled up hugging her knees as she sat on her bed,
wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
"Foolish little girl, " she mimicked his voice. "That's all you are, a foolish
little girl Sarah."
She was not a little girl. She had not been a little girl for a very long time.
She had grown up, trading in the fairytales for biographies and non-fiction.
She left behind the stage lights for something more substantial in life.
Something that made her father proud and her mother put out that she didn't
want to follow in her footsteps. She looked at the array of pills in front of
her, how could she face her parents now?
Then he appeared to her, leading her on like a stray puppy. She didn't know why
she believed every word he told her, but she hung on to them like it was her
last breath. He showed her a world of impossible things. She felt like Alice in
Wonderland when she was with him. In a strange world where he paraded her
around like a doll. Dressed in fine silks and satins. Showing her pleasures she
never experienced, one's she drank up like a parched animal.
She never saw it for what it truly was at first. It started off so innocent,
broadening her horizons he called it. Trying different things out. She's
fumbled around with boys and men before. But it was all very vanilla. Sex
wasn't supposed to be vanilla he whispered huskily in her ear one night.
Little things at first, he was always careful to never overload her senses to
the point of flight. Fight. Oh yes, he enjoyed when she fought him or the
restraints that he placed on her. He didn't want to tip the ladder, he wanted
her to crave more so he could mould her into something great.
He wanted to see her with men and women as he watched or even joined in he
whispered one night. He wanted to see her be fucked by others while she watched
him watch them.
"Such an innocent mind to corrupt it was almost too easy of a job" his voice
echoed in her mind. A conversation she overheard during an evening with him
nearer the end of their complicated mess.
She vividly remembered the anger bubbling in her one night. Everything he had
done that evening had irritated her. She went off like a firecracker using
every word imaginable to call him out on his bullshit. Still, he stood there,
nonchalant over the entire thing, listening to her vaguely as she spewed out
vivid words. Then he smirked at her with his pointy teeth.
"No one is keeping you here Sarah, " he drawled. "You are here of your own
accord. Leave or stay it matters not to me." His voice lacking any emotion that
showed her potentially cared at all about her.
She wanted him to fight for her, but he never did. Her heart sank as she
grabbed her bag and went toward the mirror portal.
"Goodbye Jareth," she looked back at him hoping he would beg her to stay.
It never happened.
 
Oh, what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you
 
She came, just like he said she would. After two weeks of moping around her
parents and trying to explain that she had a fight with someone, she had been
seeing. Irene after multiple shopping trips and manicures told Sarah that all
relationships are give and take. If she loved him, and if he loved her there
was always a reason to try and work it out.
So she crawled back to him like a timid animal, waiting for that craving that
only he could give her. He smirked when he saw her, sitting on his bed. He
undid the cufflinks to his shirt ignoring her as he removed the rest of his
clothing, his cock already starting to spring up with whatever he had in mind.
The sheer length and girth of it was impressive flaccid. She hadn't been a
virgin, but she might as have been. That first time he stretched her to the
point where she felt like she would rip in two from his size.
Watching him, she wanted to say that she felt like she had done the right
thing. However, in the back of her mind, there was this constant spark of fear.
She found herself stripping her own clothing. Her jeans and tee shirt falling
to the floor as she reached behind her to undo her bra. Letting it fall down
her arms under his gaze.
"We will bathe first, " he spoke after a long moment. "It seems you have been
lacking in your grooming habits." He criticized her as he took in her body. She
winces at his words, she thought she covered all her bases before arriving. She
follows him into the large bathroom, praying he wouldn't be too demanding on
her first night back.
He wasn't gentle or caring in his actions that night, his thrusts were rough
and fast hitting deeply inside her. Handling her roughly pushing and pulling
into different positions without warning. Stinging bite marks graced her neck,
away and sign to show who she belongs to if he wasn't near her the next day.
Still, her body writhed and arched against him, her throat hoarse from loud
moans and even louder words that escaped. Her hand gripped the sheets as she
felt herself let go, from the incoming waves.
Why did pleasure feel so much like guilt? Knowing this never last before he
upped the stakes. This time it was he was more daring in his requests, more
creative and deviant. She wanted to be by his side, dress in his colours. She
would have to earn them, even if it means being barely covered in crotchless
underwear and nipple tassels. Making her stand out even more when she stood
next to the abnormally tall and statuesque people of his kind. Even after all
this time she was still in awe of his kind, the pheromones polluting her mind
as she watched the ballroom, more specifically, watching her.
"Kiss her, " he commanded with a smirk as he saw her look at the for the woman
for the fifth time that night. So she did, unsure of why she never fought him.
A strange thrill ran through her body as the woman pushed up against her. The
feeling of the woman breasts and smooth skin made her head grow foggy. Still,
they stood before him on the dais before his throne, ignoring the others of the
room.
"Now, now that's enough, " he clucked his tongue at them making them pull apart
with a string of pulling saliva between their mouths. "I can't let you have all
the fun until I am comfortable."
With a snap of his finger, he was lounging on large pillows and they were at
least semi-private surround by silk panels of a canopy tent that appeared
around them. "Now continue," he waved his hands at them. "Don't be shy Sarah,
touch her, feel her, taste her." He gleamed his pointy teeth at her until she
nodded her head hesitantly. The lady was already undressing. He never shared
her but yet now he was getting off on it as she watched him stroke himself in
the corner of her eye. She turned back to the lady in front of her unsure of
what to do and thankfully the lady took control of the situation. She has never
been with a woman, but she knew what he expected of her. She looked down at the
hairless cunt in front of her and pressed her hand carefully to it. Running her
fingers over the wet slit before finding the woman clit and spreading her
fingers so she lowers her head to it. She squeaked as she felt the woman
beneath her pushed her manicured fingers into her, the long nails grazing
against her walls.
She didn't like this the sixty-nine position much as he often tried to force
his way deeper into her mouth despite her gag reflex. No matter what position
he had her in he could never get her to deep throat him. It just didn't work
for her.
His eyes were dark with lust when he finally told them to stop and walked over
to Sarah pulling her up to stand so his fingers could dip into her wet cunt. "I
knew you would enjoy that," he purred in her ear. "On your knees, no the other
way," he told her as she sank down in front of him before she turned so she
behind was facing him. He slapped, before shoving three fingers into her wet
hole making her groan at the rough fullness, it didn't take long before she
cried out and her body shook. It was then when he pressed himself, smearing his
pre-cum over the puckered hole.
It wasn't the first time he did this, she always knew when he sent up to
healers with the purpose of 'cleansing' her as part of her spa days. A rather
embarrassing thing when confronted with the first time they prepared they
sprang it on her while getting ready for a party. She learned fast he was
fascinated with her ass, but she didn't expect him to want to fuck her there.
She forced herself to relax, it was the only way when he was as large as he
was, once he was in and the warm fluid coating her insides dripped down her
pussy as he did a few experimental thrusts.
"Do you like this precious? Do you like being fucked like this?" He bent over
her back and whispered in her ear. His cock still ramming into her ass causing
her to whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure. He grabbed her hair, tilting her
head back as she nodded.
"Yes, sire," she whispered. "Fuck me more Sire," she added knowing he wanted
it.
"Good girl," he grinned and pulled out to the tip and drizzled for lube over
himself. "Such a lovely ass," he stroked it before he pulled her hips back onto
him as she grunted. His fingers went to her cunt, where she felt a cool crystal
morph into something she assumes was phallic shaped as he pressed it into her
other hole.
Her senses were overloading and her mind going blank. She finally felt him pull
away and warm spurts land over her lower back as she fell onto the pillows. She
didn't even remember how she got back to his room later the night, bathed and
clothed in a silk nightgown.
 
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of grey
And I stood there loving you and wished them all away
And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
 
You can't change someone, she learned that from her parent's divorce. She never
wanted to change him. She thought she saw something in him though, a shining
beacon of light that made his strange quirks not so unusual. He said it was the
way of his kind, the way they lived and how their relationship worked. Somedays
he was a normal gentleman, doing his kingly duties. Dining with her at meal
times, it was like her dreams of a prince charming had come true.
Most days like this were a calm before the storm or a silent truce between them
after a row. She was an anomaly to the kingdom. Once she dreamed he wanted her
for his queen, instead she found herself his mistress. Nothing more than a
source of amusement to him; a pretty thing who kept his bed warm at night and
fucked at night. Still, she found herself in love with him, choosing to ignore
the signs. Every couple had their issues did they not? That all the on and off
again was just there a way of expressing their feelings for each other?
She chose to ignore that her head was telling her to run and never look back.
That this time, she may not make out unscathed, this time he may just push her
to her hard limits. That this time love may be toxic?
"Such an innocent mind to corrupt it was almost too easy of a job" his voice
echoed in her mind once more. "She hangs my every word like a little goblin
child."
"That's because she is a child," the other laughs.
"She's a woman in her world, she bleeds with the cycle of the moon, " his voice
low. "What else do you need in a woman than soft thighs and a pretty face?"
They all snickered making her look down into her wine as she stood off to the
side. She was only ever permitted one glass. He didn't like it when she got
inebriated. He wanted a clear mind for the after parties. No crying wolf or
foul to him the next morning. Always able to say yes or no, a clear mind for
safe words.
 
Oh, what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
So, just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you
 
She never felt this numb. He always made it sound so thrilling, forbidden. Then
the requests became more and more daring, strange and it only made her empty
inside. Piece by piece she became a shell of herself, trapped in the room with
those men and him. Blindfolded her body trembled from all the various hands
assaulting her body. Her voice is trapped in her mind every time she tried to
speak up and dissolve the situation. The moment had lost its appeal but still.
She reacted to the various touches and mouths on her body as she felt him enter
her.
It wasn't until she felt herself being moved and another man tries and make his
way into her body while Jareth was still pumping his cock into her. She
struggled against him shaking her head at them.
"Please don't." She pleaded as she felt him spread her cheeks for better access
while pouring lube down into her crack. She shook her head violently as she was
ignored. He wouldn't acknowledge her unless she used his safe words he provided
her with.
She was so naive and foolish to think he would understand or care how she felt
about the situations. Sure he faked some empathy time and again. Enough to make
the guilt bubble in her stomach when she saw the hurt looks on his face. Enough
to make her slink back to him, letting the game begin once again. When all else
failed he spoke of love and, she wanted to be loved. She needed to be loved by
him. The only thing was, he didn't know how to love which he proved on many
occasions.
"How can you be so cold?" The words tumbled out of her mouth as his twitched
into a cruel smile. She wrapped her arms around her naked form, wishing for
some sort of clothing to cover herself up in as she sat on the large bed.
"Because I can, " was his response as he stood looking out the window like
whatever had just happened between them was fine in his mind. "I told you
before Sarah if you're welcome to leave anytime you know the words to say. You
have a choice in this so don't go playing victim now. It doesn't become you."
 
You never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried, cried for you
And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you, died for you
 
Can you call it rape when you walked into it willingly? Can you change your
mind part way through and still walk away and still be loved? Could he love her
at all?
They found her broken down in her dorm room, unresponsive with various pills
surrounding her. Half naked in a silk slip that barely covered her body and the
various bruises and love bites that were littered over her body.
When she woke up in the hospital, she lied her way through the story, falling
for a man who lived a lifestyle that wasn't what she expected. She never truly
explained to her parents what happened after she moved back in with them over
the summer. She told them they didn't want to know the truth. The truth would
kill them if they knew. How she went back time and again, the cycle repeating
itself time and again. It took large amounts of therapy before she could to
feel normal. Almost a year before she stopped looking over her shoulder at
every strange sound. Thinking he would show up and enthral her once more. He
never liked losing, and that frightened her. The nightmares never left, but
somehow she managed to move on.
Slowly she integrated back into a normal life, slowly learning how to trust
once more. Learning how to love once again. He was kind and caring and didn't
run when Sarah explained parts of her past to him. Instead, he was patient
allowing her time to process each new step of their relationship. With him by
her side, she learned she could feel safe. Safe enough to think of marriage and
children one day.
She never expected the Goblin King to be this calculating, she never expected
him to care this much about her leaving him. He waited until her wedding day,
dressed in her bridal gown waiting for her father. She screamed as she saw him
in the mirror standing there in his finery. "Do you really think I would let
you go, Precious?" A toothy gin sneered at her as he prowled over to her frozen
form. No, she couldn't let him do this!
The room was ransacked when they came to escort her to the church. Her veil
torn on the ground and chairs overturned. Instead of standing in the church
saying her vows she was locked away in his tower room. Still dressed in her
white gown that sparkled in the candlelight, the sleeves and skirts torn in
places.
"You are mine, " he whispered in her ear, pressed up against her. "Never forget
that."
 
Oh, what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Every smile you fake is so condescending counting all the scars you made
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you
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As I said Sarah's age is ambiguous. I didn't give her age because I wanted you
guys to be disgusted with me haha. She can young and still in her late teens,
she can be in her early 20's. It's up to you what age she was.
Why does Sarah keep going back to him? Why does she apologize and feel like she
was the one out of line? Its an abusive tactic by the abuser.
I have lived through a guilt cycle. I have lived through years of abuse and
believing that I was the wrong who needed to apologize and make peace so I
could feel loved in my own home. Fight, refuse to cooperate, ignore, come
slinking back when I was tired of feeling unwanted. Apologize. Have a few good
days before it turns into another gigantic fight when the abuser returns to his
old ways. Four years I went through this ongoing cycle. I only got out of it
because I went away to college. It is a really a fucked up cycle, and it took
me years to understand it and what I went through because of him.
While writing this I was rather disgusted with myself. I felt like I was
writing really bad 50 Shades stuff and I really don't agree with those books
and what they portray to the world and that sort of lifestyle.
Anyways I hope everyone doesn't hate me for this one. Usually, I try to place a
happy ending on it, but this one I just couldn't.
Let me know what you thought. If you liked it? If you hated it.
Tina
***** Chapter 2 *****
Warnings, you have been warned. This is not for the faint of heart. Proceed
with caution. The evil king has come out to play.
Consent lines are blurred, really blurred.
Mental head games and abuser/victim dynamics are in this story.
The king is evil and has some strange sexual fetishes/fantasies.
Will contain threesomes/orgies, F/F, and butt play.
Mentions of intentional suicide.
Kidnapping.
Sarah's age is ambiguous. I did it on purpose.
Lastly, don't like, don't read.
Also, I don't own the Labyrinth or the song. While I got someone to take a
brief peek at this to make sure my narrative wasn't flip-flopping around. All
errors and grammar mistakes are my own because I did the majority of the
editing.
The song is Cold as you by Taylor Swift. Chapter two will be the story minus
the song lyrics for those who don't enjoy songfics.
The title is Latin for Cold Hearted King.
===============================================================================
Sarah sat there numb to the world. How can the world be so cruel? How can
someone be so cruel? She curled up hugging her knees as she sat on her bed,
wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
"Foolish little girl, " she mimicked his voice. "That's all you are, a foolish
little girl Sarah."
She was not a little girl. She had not been a little girl for a very long time.
She had grown up, trading in the fairytales for biographies and non-fiction.
She left behind the stage lights for something more substantial in life.
Something that made her father proud and her mother put out that she didn't
want to follow in her footsteps. She looked at the array of pills in front of
her, how could she face her parents now?
Then he appeared to her, leading her on like a stray puppy. She didn't know why
she believed every word he told her, but she hung on to them like it was her
last breath. He showed her a world of impossible things. She felt like Alice in
Wonderland when she was with him. In a strange world where he paraded her
around like a doll. Dressed in fine silks and satins. Showing her pleasures she
never experienced, one's she drank up like a parched animal.
She never saw it for what it truly was at first. It started off so innocent,
broadening her horizons he called it. Trying different things out. She's
fumbled around with boys and men before. But it was all very vanilla. Sex
wasn't supposed to be vanilla he whispered huskily in her ear one night.
Little things at first, he was always careful to never overload her senses to
the point of flight. Fight. Oh yes, he enjoyed when she fought him or the
restraints that he placed on her. He didn't want to tip the ladder, he wanted
her to crave more so he could mould her into something great.
He wanted to see her with men and women as he watched or even joined in he
whispered one night. He wanted to see her be fucked by others while she watched
him watch them.
"Such an innocent mind to corrupt it was almost too easy of a job" his voice
echoed in her mind. A conversation she overheard during an evening with him
nearer the end of their complicated mess.
She vividly remembered the anger bubbling in her one night. Everything he had
done that evening had irritated her. She went off like a firecracker using
every word imaginable to call him out on his bullshit. Still, he stood there,
nonchalant over the entire thing, listening to her vaguely as she spewed out
vivid words. Then he smirked at her with his pointy teeth.
"No one is keeping you here Sarah, " he drawled. "You are here of your own
accord. Leave or stay it matters not to me." His voice lacking any emotion that
showed her potentially cared at all about her.
She wanted him to fight for her, but he never did. Her heart sank as she
grabbed her bag and went toward the mirror portal.
"Goodbye Jareth," she looked back at him hoping he would beg her to stay.
It never happened.
She came, just like he said she would. After two weeks of moping around her
parents and trying to explain that she had a fight with someone, she had been
seeing. Irene after multiple shopping trips and manicures told Sarah that all
relationships are give and take. If she loved him, and if he loved her there
was always a reason to try and work it out.
So she crawled back to him like a timid animal, waiting for that craving that
only he could give her. He smirked when he saw her, sitting on his bed. He
undid the cufflinks to his shirt ignoring her as he removed the rest of his
clothing, his cock already starting to spring up with whatever he had in mind.
The sheer length and girth of it was impressive flaccid. She hadn't been a
virgin, but she might as have been. That first time he stretched her to the
point where she felt like she would rip in two from his size.
Watching him, she wanted to say that she felt like she had done the right
thing. However, in the back of her mind, there was this constant spark of fear.
She found herself stripping her own clothing. Her jeans and tee shirt falling
to the floor as she reached behind her to undo her bra. Letting it fall down
her arms under his gaze.
"We will bathe first, " he spoke after a long moment. "It seems you have been
lacking in your grooming habits." He criticized her as he took in her body. She
winces at his words, she thought she covered all her bases before arriving. She
follows him into the large bathroom, praying he wouldn't be too demanding on
her first night back.
He wasn't gentle or caring in his actions that night, his thrusts were rough
and fast hitting deeply inside her. Handling her roughly pushing and pulling
into different positions without warning. Stinging bite marks graced her neck,
away and sign to show who she belongs to if he wasn't near her the next day.
Still, her body writhed and arched against him, her throat hoarse from loud
moans and even louder words that escaped. Her hand gripped the sheets as she
felt herself let go, from the incoming waves.
Why did pleasure feel so much like guilt? Knowing this never last before he
upped the stakes. This time it was he was more daring in his requests, more
creative and deviant. She wanted to be by his side, dress in his colours. She
would have to earn them, even if it means being barely covered in crotchless
underwear and nipple tassels. Making her stand out even more when she stood
next to the abnormally tall and statuesque people of his kind. Even after all
this time she was still in awe of his kind, the pheromones polluting her mind
as she watched the ballroom, more specifically, watching her.
"Kiss her, " he commanded with a smirk as he saw her look at the for the woman
for the fifth time that night. So she did, unsure of why she never fought him.
A strange thrill ran through her body as the woman pushed up against her. The
feeling of the woman breasts and smooth skin made her head grow foggy. Still,
they stood before him on the dais before his throne, ignoring the others of the
room.
"Now, now that's enough, " he clucked his tongue at them making them pull apart
with a string of pulling saliva between their mouths. "I can't let you have all
the fun until I am comfortable."
With a snap of his finger, he was lounging on large pillows and they were at
least semi-private surround by silk panels of a canopy tent that appeared
around them. "Now continue," he waved his hands at them. "Don't be shy Sarah,
touch her, feel her, taste her." He gleamed his pointy teeth at her until she
nodded her head hesitantly. The lady was already undressing. He never shared
her but yet now he was getting off on it as she watched him stroke himself in
the corner of her eye. She turned back to the lady in front of her unsure of
what to do and thankfully the lady took control of the situation. She has never
been with a woman, but she knew what he expected of her. She looked down at the
hairless cunt in front of her and pressed her hand carefully to it. Running her
fingers over the wet slit before finding the woman clit and spreading her
fingers so she lowers her head to it. She squeaked as she felt the woman
beneath her pushed her manicured fingers into her, the long nails grazing
against her walls.
She didn't like this the sixty-nine position much as he often tried to force
his way deeper into her mouth despite her gag reflex. No matter what position
he had her in he could never get her to deep throat him. It just didn't work
for her.
His eyes were dark with lust when he finally told them to stop and walked over
to Sarah pulling her up to stand so his fingers could dip into her wet cunt. "I
knew you would enjoy that," he purred in her ear. "On your knees, no the other
way," he told her as she sank down in front of him before she turned so she
behind was facing him. He slapped, before shoving three fingers into her wet
hole making her groan at the rough fullness, it didn't take long before she
cried out and her body shook. It was then when he pressed himself, smearing his
pre-cum over the puckered hole.
It wasn't the first time he did this, she always knew when he sent up to
healers with the purpose of 'cleansing' her as part of her spa days. A rather
embarrassing thing when confronted with the first time they prepared they
sprang it on her while getting ready for a party. She learned fast he was
fascinated with her ass, but she didn't expect him to want to fuck her there.
She forced herself to relax, it was the only way when he was as large as he
was, once he was in and the warm fluid coating her insides dripped down her
pussy as he did a few experimental thrusts.
"Do you like this precious? Do you like being fucked like this?" He bent over
her back and whispered in her ear. His cock still ramming into her ass causing
her to whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure. He grabbed her hair, tilting her
head back as she nodded.
"Yes, sire," she whispered. "Fuck me more Sire," she added knowing he wanted
it.
"Good girl," he grinned and pulled out to the tip and drizzled for lube over
himself. "Such a lovely ass," he stroked it before he pulled hips back onto him
as she grunted. His fingers went to her cunt, where she felt a cool crystal
morph into something she assumes was phallic shaped as he pressed it into her
other hole.
Her senses were overloading and her mind going blank. She finally felt him pull
away and warm spurts land over her lower back as she fell onto the pillows. She
didn't even remember how she got back to his room later the night, bathed and
clothed in a silk nightgown.
You can't change someone, she learned that from her parent's divorce. She never
wanted to change him. She thought she saw something in him though, a shining
beacon of light that made his strange quirks not so unusual. He said it was the
way of his kind, the way they lived and how their relationship worked. Somedays
he was a normal gentleman, doing his kingly duties. Dining with her at meal
times, it was like her dreams of a prince charming had come true.
Most days like this were a calm before the storm or a silent truce between them
after a row. She was an anomaly to the kingdom. Once she dreamed he wanted her
for his queen, instead she found herself his mistress. Nothing more than a
source of amusement to him; a pretty thing who kept his bed warm at night and
fucked at night. Still, she found herself in love with him, choosing to ignore
the signs. Every couple had their issues did they not? That all the on and off
again was just there a way of expressing their feelings for each other?
She chose to ignore that her head was telling her to run and never look back.
That this time, she may not make out unscathed, this time he may just push her
to her hard limits. That this time love may be toxic?
"Such an innocent mind to corrupt it was almost too easy of a job" his voice
echoed in her mind once more. "She hangs my every word like a little goblin
child."
"That's because she is a child," the other laughs.
"She's a woman in her world, she bleeds with the cycle of the moon, " his voice
low. "What else do you need in a woman than soft thighs and a pretty face?"
They all snickered making her look down into her wine as she stood off to the
side. She was only ever permitted one glass. He didn't like it when she got
inebriated. He wanted a clear mind for the after parties. No crying wolf or
foul to him the next morning. Always able to say yes or no, a clear mind for
safe words.
She never felt this numb. He always made it sound so thrilling, forbidden. Then
the requests became more and more daring, strange and it only made her empty
inside. Piece by piece she became a shell of herself, trapped in the room with
those men and him. Blindfolded her body trembled from all the various hands
assaulting her body. Her voice is trapped in her mind every time she tried to
speak up and dissolve the situation. The moment had lost its appeal but still.
She reacted to the various touches and mouths on her body as she felt him enter
her.
It wasn't until she felt herself being moved and another man tries and make his
way into her body while Jareth was still pumping his cock into her. She
struggled against him shaking her head at them.
"Please don't." She pleaded as she felt him spread her cheeks for better access
while pouring lube down into her crack. She shook her head violently as she was
ignored. He wouldn't acknowledge her unless she used his safe words he provided
her with.
She was so naive and foolish to think he would understand or care how she felt
about the situations. Sure he faked some empathy time and again. Enough to make
the guilt bubble in her stomach when she saw the hurt looks on his face. Enough
to make her slink back to him, letting the game begin once again. When all else
failed he spoke of love and, she wanted to be loved. She needed to be loved by
him. The only thing was, he didn't know how to love which he proved on many
occasions.
"How can you be so cold?" The words tumbled out of her mouth as his twitched
into a cruel smile. She wrapped her arms around her naked form, wishing for
some sort of clothing to cover herself up in as she sat on the large bed.
"Because I can, " was his response as he stood looking out the window like
whatever had just happened between them was fine in his mind. "I told you
before Sarah if you're welcome to leave anytime you know the words to say. You
have a choice in this so don't go playing victim now. It doesn't become you."
Can you call it rape when you walked into it willingly? Can you change your
mind part way through and still walk away and still be loved? Could he love her
at all?
They found her broken down in her dorm room, unresponsive with various pills
surrounding her. Half naked in a silk slip that barely covered her body and the
various bruises and love bites that were littered over her body.
When she woke up in the hospital, she lied her way through the story, falling
for a man who lived a lifestyle that wasn't what she expected. She never truly
explained to her parents what happened after she moved back in with them over
the summer. She told them they didn't want to know the truth. The truth would
kill them if they knew. How she went back time and again, the cycle repeating
itself time and again. It took large amounts of therapy before she could to
feel normal. Almost a year before she stopped looking over her shoulder at
every strange sound. Thinking he would show up and enthral her once more. He
never liked losing, and that frightened her. The nightmares never left, but
somehow she managed to move on.
Slowly she integrated back into a normal life, slowly learning how to trust
once more. Learning how to love once again. He was kind and caring and didn't
run when Sarah explained parts of her past to him. Instead, he was patient
allowing her time to process each new step of their relationship. With him by
her side, she learned she could feel safe. Safe enough to think of marriage and
children one day.
She never expected the Goblin King to be this calculating, she never expected
him to care this much about her leaving him. He waited until her wedding day,
dressed in her bridal gown waiting for her father. She screamed as she saw him
in the mirror standing there in his finery. "Do you really think I would let
you go, Precious?" A toothy gin sneered at her as he prowled over to her frozen
form. No, she couldn't let him do this!
The room was ransacked when they came to escort her to the church. Her veil
torn on the ground and chairs overturned. Instead of standing in the church
saying her vows she was locked away in his tower room. Still dressed in her
white gown that sparkled in the candlelight, the sleeves and skirts torn in
places.
"You are mine, " he whispered in her ear, pressed up against her. "Never forget
that."
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As I said Sarah's age is ambiguous. I didn't give her age because I wanted you
guys to be disgusted with me haha. She can young and still in her late teens,
she can be in her early 20's. It's up to you what age she was.
Why does Sarah keep going back to him? Why does she apologize and feel like she
was the one out of line? Its an abusive tactic by the abuser.
I have lived through a guilt cycle. I have lived through years of abuse and
believing that I was the wrong who needed to apologize and make peace so I
could feel loved in my own home. Fight, refuse to cooperate, ignore, come
slinking back when I was tired of feeling unwanted. Apologize. Have a few good
days before it turns into another gigantic fight when the abuser returns to his
old ways. Four years I went through this ongoing cycle. I only got out of it
because I went away to college. It is a really a fucked up cycle, and it took
me years to understand it and what I went through because of him.
While writing this I was rather disgusted with myself. I felt like I was
writing really bad 50 Shades stuff and I really don't agree with those books
and what they portray to the world and that sort of lifestyle.
Anyways I hope everyone doesn't hate me for this one. Usually, I try to place a
happy ending on it, but this one I just couldn't.
Let me know what you thought. If you liked it? If you hated it.
Tina
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