Labyrinth Fan Fiction ❯ Retold ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N I know I know I've been taking for ever and should be whipped, but who knows I might like it. It took longer then expected to get the words to match the vision.



She couldn't remember how she came to be here, why she was dressed in such finery, or even who she was, but it seemed unimportant. Each thought floated randomly about her head only to become vague and confused when she attempted to concentrate on a single one. Looking about the many dancers in all their garish silks and jewels, the girl searched the crowd for.... something. Thats it! She was searching for something, but what? The twirling dancers circled about her, averting their eyes the moment her gaze met theirs. Lost and drifting the girl wandered about aimlessly, that was untill her eyes met his.

They held her captive. The eyes that stared back at her were cold, hard, yet they burned leaving a fiery ache she couldn't identify. Unable to look away from the frighteningly beautiful man the lost girl felt drawn to him. Slowly she made her way through the crowd, her eyes leaving his for only a moment as she side stepped a pair of dancers. He was gone. Franticly the girl search a sea of faces, but he was no where. Turning around to continue her search the girl found herself pulled into an embrace, with out missing a beat the strong arms pulled her into intricate waltz like steps. Looking up she found the same mesmerizing eyes that had burned her soul. With not a single word shared between the two, she lost herself in the beautiful song and allowed him to lead her through out the dance floor.

She lost track of how long she glided around the room. She only knew that one moment she was oblivious to anything but the feeling of contentment she found in his arms, the adoration she felt in his gaze, and in the next those same arms became more vice like then anything, and the mocking cruelty was evident in those very same eyes. The dancers suddenly seemed more sinister as well. Mocking laughter drifted over her as the soft music became darker, primal. The women were draped over their dance parters while the men began to fondle them all the while staring lewdly at the now frightened girl. No longer the fairy tale princess, she felt like a trollop on display. Struggling to free herself and run, she was unable to break free, held captive she was forced to continue about the room in midst of the wanton throng as they became more deviant with each twirl, with each step. Still dancing the man turned her around bringing her face to face with a reflection in the strange mirror like walls. She gasped at what she found. A hand fisted into her hair refusing her any attempt to look away.

Gone was the virginal white silk she still wore outside of the mirror, instead the reflection was dressed in a deep red dress that clung to every curve. So much skin showing, skin that the mirror man was busy tasting. The mirror girls head was thrown back in exstacy as she was stroked and teased. Pausing to looked deep into the real girls eyes, the man in the mirror threw her an evil smirk before baring his teeth and biting down on the mirror girls shoulder. Screaming in pain the real girl brought a hand up to her shoulder only to find nothing there, yet every tooth was felt. When the mirror man began to lick and suck at the now flowing blood, the real girl knew how hot his mouth was agaisnt her skin as if she were the one in the reflection. He pulled the mirror girls head back and covered her mouth with his, dominating her with his tongue. The real girl tasted the blood on his lips, she choked on his tongue. She wanted to scream at him to stop but no words would come out. The man in the mirror kept torturing the girl with both pleasure and pain, reminiscent of some strange memory she couldn't quite catch hold of. Each kiss was followed by some form of pain. Each pain followed by some caress or another. Once again blurring the fine line between the two in her mind. He marked every inch of the false girls body, bloody scratches, bruises that were already turning purple. Nothing of her was left untouched. Helpless she watched as the man lifted the mirror girls skirt and undid his britches. Struggling to free herself she let out a howl of pure agony as the mirror girl was impaled. Each thrust felt like it would rip her in two. Harder and faster the couple in the reflection went untill the girl in the mirror shrieked out a name in her release, and still he pounded into her relentlessly, cruel eyes locked onto the real girls faces as he fucked with out mercy.

"Jareth!"

Over and over again the girl heard his name, it wasn't untill the reflections faded away, leaving nothing behind save for her in a torn white ball gown, that she realised that it was her throat that was sore, her voice that was reduced to nothing more then a harsh whisper, her mouth that the name had been forced out of as she was the one screaming each time. Her eyes went to her neck, the bloody mark already turning purple against her pale skin. She looked at her feet, noticing the dark trail of red running down her leg. Suddenly the memories flooded back. She had forgotten all about the baby. She was unclean, broken and used. She hated herself in that moment. Picking up the nearest chair Sarah flung it at the mirrored wall, wanting to erase the pitifully weak child who stared back. The entire room shattered. Falling pieces of the glass cut into her flesh as she came closer and closer to the waiting ground. Just before she hit the bottom his voice rang out through the air, "You are MINE!" and then all went dark.

When she came to she was once again dressed in her jeans and shirt. She placed a tentative hand to her shoulder and felt the wound near her neck. It had been a mere reflection and yet it had happened to her. She was no longer sure of what had been in the mirror and what had been real. Fighting back hysterical sobs Sarah tried to focus on the one thing to keep her sane. Toby. She had to rescue her brother, and then, then she could fall apart. Putting one determined foot in front of the other she made her way towards the castle that she could now just make out in the distance.


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It had been so sweet. Each taste of her had been like a drug. Her blood more intoxicating then the finest wine. The feel of her, hot, wet, so ready for him. There was no doubt in Jareth's mind, even if she wasn't aware of it yet, Sarah now belonged to him. She was his in every way imaginable and he would never let her go. They would have an eternity together and he would use every last second to rule her, mark her in every way possible. Just the thought of spending forever sheathed in her body, bathed in her blood, had him hard and more then eager for their next meeting.
Conjuring a crystal he sat alone in his throne room watching his prey.


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Hoggle sat next to the spot where Sarah had disappeared before his very eyes. Ludo sat accross from him staring blankly at the spot where his friend had last been. Both were unsure what to do, having no clue where to start searching they continued their vigil. Suddenly the unnaturally quiet forest bristled with life. Strange birds that there were no mortal names for burst into song, fairies began to dance on the wind and all of the Labyrinth's inhabitants scurried about excitedly.

The King is pleased.

Hoggle's very soul goes icy with fear as he realises how very bad things have gotten. Not able to wait any longer Hoggle stands and heads the in only direction he can think of finding Sarah in. Silently Ludo begins to follow as they head closer to the dark castle in the horizon.





A/N~ I'm currently working on the castle scene, irionicly I have the last chapter already finished I just have to get from here to there done.

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