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Tortured For Love	By : Labyrinthaddict Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three
Flashback - Ten years ago.
After Jareth left Sarah’s world, watching her in his owl form, he flew back to his world. When he changed back into himself, he noticed he wasn’t in his castle. He looked around, confused, and saw a man and woman looking at him. They were both dressed in white togas. The man's name was Orthos and the woman's Athena.
“Where am I? What am I doing here?”
“You are here, my son, because a mortal beat your Labyrinth and we want to know why,” Orthos told him.
“I am not your son,” Jareth told him.
“No, you’re not, but everyone in this kingdom is younger than us so they are all our children,” Athena said.
Orthos's voice raised slightly when he spoke again. “Answer the question, Goblin King,”
“I am not sure how she defeated me,” Jareth said.
Athena studied him. “He’s lying, my lord.”
Orthos looked unhappy. “Is this mortal a witch? Did she have you under her spell?”
“No,” Jareth told them seriously.
“Aren’t you aware that no mortal, under any circumstances, is to defeat the Labyrinth?” Athena asked.
“Yes, I know,” Jareth said.
“Then how did this child do it?” Orthos asked.
Jareth didn’t answer. He just looked at them.
Athena studied him and she smiled knowingly. “He’s in love with her, my lord,” she said.
“WHAT?!” Orthos yelled. “In love with a mortal! That is unheard of! Mortals are disgusting creatures not to be trusted!”
Jareth bowed his head in defeat.
Orthos continued. “The girl must be punished for her crimes.”
Jareth looked up at him, anger in his eyes. “What?”
“She obviously did something to you to make you let her leave. The rules state once a child is wished away and the wisher runs the Labyrinth - whether they succeed or not - the child is to remain here for all eternity.”
“I could not do that to her,” Jareth said sadly.
“All because of love for a mortal,” Orthos spat out in disgust.
Jareth just stood there, watching him.
“I knew we should never let you visit the Aboveground.”
Jareth opened his mouth in shock.
“That’s where you fell in love with her - up there - isn’t it?”
Jareth looked at him, not saying anything.
Orthos looked at Athena and she nodded her head. “Athena. show me,” he commanded.
She held her hand out and a big bubble appeared. It showed Sarah acting out the book Labyrinth in front of Jareth who was in his owl form. She was in the park the same night she made a play wish only hours before an actual wish.
Jareth watched the bubble, but when Orthos turned to look at him, he turned his head.
Orthos popped the bubble. ‘I’ve seen enough.” He walked over to Jareth and stood in front of him. “Give me her name,” he demanded.
Jareth looked right into his eyes, defying him “No.”
Orthos looked at Athena. “Do you have a name for the girl?”
Athena looked at him sadly. “No, he’s closing off his mind to me now.”
He looked back at Jareth. “Open your mind up.”
“Never,” Jareth said.
“If we can’t find the girl and punish her for this, we will punish you for it.”
Jareth looked him straight in the eyes. “Fine, I’ll take it for her.”
“You must really love her,” he spat, sickened. “I just hope she feels the same for you, because you might never see her again.”
Jareth lowered his head.
“Before we torture you,” the man continued, smiling, “Athena will strip you of your magic.”
Athena walked up to him and held a hand to his head. Before she could touch him, Jareth sank to his knees on the floor, wrapping his arms around the man’s legs.
“Please, Orthos, I will do anything! Don’t do this!”
“Give me the girl's name and you can go back to ruling your kingdom,” he told Jareth.
Jareth shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Athena, proceed” Orthos told her.
Athena touched Jareth's head and he screamed in pain as the magic was stripped form him. It was supposed to go into the jar Orthos had in his hands, but the magic flew out the window and Jareth smiled. He knew exactly where it went - it went to Sarah. Jareth stood up weakly.
“I hope you enjoy getting beaten,” Orthos said.
Jareth looked horrified. “You’re supposed to be gods. You shouldn’t be doing this to people.”
“Well, you said it, my son. We are gods and we can do what we like.” Orthos smiled at him.
Jareth looked defeated. He knew he couldn’t win this argument.
“Elden!” Orthos called.
A short man walked in. “Yes, my lord?”
“You have a new prisoner,” Orthos told him.
Elden looked at Jareth and smiled. “I get to torture the Goblin King,” he said a little too eagerly.
“Now, don’t kill him unless he begs for it. We need the name of the girl that solved his Labyrinth,” Orthos told him.
Elden circled the Goblin King, smiling. “A mortal girl beat you? What did she do - seduce you?”
Jareth gave him a cruel look.
“Don’t get mad now - we're just getting started.” He laughed wickedly. “ROCKO!” he called.
A tall muscular man who was taller than Jareth walked in. Jareth backed away from him, but Rocko quickly reached out and grabbed him.
Athena walked up to Jareth. “You still have a chance to tell us where the girl is,” she told him in a gentle voice.
Jareth just stared at her.
“Fine, take him away.” Athena waved her hand at them, indicating Elden and Rocko could take Jareth away and Rocko quickly obliged, dragging Jareth out of the room.
Athena sat down next to Orthos. “Who is next in line for the throne?” she asked him.
“Well, since Jareth has no heirs, I say Reiko,” he told her.
“But he is so evil,” she said.
“Yes, which means he will never let a wimpy mortal beat him,” he told her.
He laughed while she looked skeptical.

Elden, Rocko and Jareth stood in the dungeon. Elden went up to Jareth and ripped his white feathered shirt off of him then ripped of his medallion. He gave the medallion to Rocko to give to the next Goblin King.
Jareth looked horrified. Without his magic, he couldn’t defend himself.
Elden very creepily ran his hands over Jareth’s chest. “Who would’ve thought, the Goblin’s Kings chest would be so white and smooth?” He smiled at him slyly.
Jareth moved away from his hand.
“You need some sun, Goblin King.”
Jareth gave him a dirty look.
“Chain him up, Rocko,” Elden ordered.
Rocko growled then grabbed Jareth and shoved him a few paces back where chains were hanging from the ceiling and wrapped the cuffs around his wrists.
Jareth just hung there while Elden laughed.
End Flashback
Jareth closed his eyes. He could still hear Elden's laugh. Sarah was crying. She reached over and put her hand on top of his and squeezed gently.
“I’m really sorry about this,” she told him, wiping her eyes.
“It’s not your fault - it’s mine,” he told her.
“How?” she asked.
“If I kept you there like I was supposed to, I never would’ve gotten tortured yet you would’ve,” he told her sadly, turning his face away from her.
She put her hand under his chin, cupping it and turning his face back to meet hers. “Why didn’t you make me stay?” she asked.
“I wanted you to stay as my Queen which is why I asked you to marry me,” he told her.
“You asked me to marry you?” she said in a disbelieving tone.
“What do you think it meant when I said 'just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave'?” he asked, smiling.
“I thought it was a distraction,” she replied.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“So, you tried to get me to stay as your wife and when I refused, you sent me home?” she said, trying to understand.
“Exactly. If I couldn’t have you as my wife, I didn’t want you stuck there as someone’s slave or servant - you’re too good for that lifestyle,” he told her.
She smiled at him. “I’m flattered - really - but I wish your world did things better than torturing people.”
“I do, too, but you can’t change things that has been going on for over one-thousand years,” he said.
“Wow,” Sarah said, amazed.
Jareth looked sad. “Can we change the subject?”
“Uh… Sure, what would you like to talk about?” Sarah asked.
“What do you do for a living?” he asked, sincerely interested.
“I am an author,” she told him.
“Are you famous?” he asked, smiling.
“I guess so,” she told him.
“What do you write about?” he asked.
“Adventure stories of my time in the Labyrinth, Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo,” she said.
“Am I in these stories?” he asked her, smiling.
“Of course,” she replied.
He started to look around the room. “So how did you come to be here?” he asked.
“My grandmother got sick after I graduated from college and I moved in with her to take care of her. The doctor down the street took care of her, too. When she died, she left me this house - well, little cottage - in this small town.”
“How far away are you from where you used to live?” he asked.
“About an hour,” she told him.
“How is Toby?” he asked curiously.
She gave him a stern look.
“I don’t want to kidnap him! I am just making conversation,” he told her.
“Oh, he’s good. He’s ten now. He draws pictures from the Labyrinth,” she told him.
“So he still remembers,” Jareth said.
“Why does he?” Sarah asked.
“He was supposed to stay there just as you were which is why you still remember as well,” he said.
“Could Toby be in danger?” Sarah asked.
“He might be,” he told her.
“He's coming over here tomorrow night to stay the weekend,” she told him.
“You’re still babysitting?” Jareth sounded amazed.
“Of course,” Sarah said.
“What’s the reason?” he asked.
“My parents work a lot so every month for a weekend, they take a trip somewhere,” she told him.
“That’s nice. Your parents are still in love after all this time?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said. Curious about his own life, she asked a question of her own. “So do you have parents?” she asked.
“Yes, two of them” he said, smiling playfully.
“Really?” she said. shocked.
“Why are you shocked?” he asked.
“I never knew you had parents,” Sarah said.
Jareth laughed the best he could without causing himself pain. “Did you think I just appeared out of thin air?”
“Actually, yes.”
He smiled at her. “You’re cute.”
She smiled at him while her face was turning pink. “Do your parents still love each other?”
“Actually, they never loved each other. It was an arranged marriage. My mother tried everything to get my father to fall in love with her, but he never did and had affairs." He stopped to take a breath.
“So you might have siblings out there,” she said.
“I might, but my father never wanted children. He had an affair with his mortal servant. She got pregnant and he beat her until she lost the child and now she can’t have any more children.” he said to her sadly.
“I’m so sorry. Why does your mother stay with him?”
“I told her to have an affair like he was doing and she told me no matter how miserable she is in the marriage she can’t do that and she must stay loyal to him,” he told her.
“Do you get along with your parents?”
“My mother, yes. My father, no,” he said.
“Why not your father? I know he didn’t want kids, but was there a reason?” she asked.
“When I was a kid, I was just like every other boy - jumping around, running. I would fall and scrape my knees and cry-” He was interrupted when Sarah began laughing. He looked at her and she stopped and looked at him.
“Sorry. I'm having a hard time picturing you as a kid,” she said.
Jareth smiled at her and continued. “Anyway, my mother wanted to coddle me, but my father wouldn’t let her. Instead, he told me to get up, brush myself off, and be a man.”
“Harsh,” Sarah said.
“That was his answer for everything,” he told her sadly.
She looked sadly at him and he yawned. “Let me bandage up your ribs and then you can get some sleep.”
“Okay,” he smiled at her.
She grabbed the bandages she left by the bed and sat on the edge next to him. She helped him sit up then wrapped the bandage quickly and tightly around him. He hissed in pain at the tightness.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
She helped him lie back down and leaned close to him. He closed his eyes and she kissed his forehead, then moved away from him. He lifted his head, trying to get closer to her to kiss her.
She stood up quickly. “You’re in pain - we shouldn’t," she told him.
“My lips don’t hurt. Not sure about the bottom half of me,” he said, smiling smugly.
“I’m sure they don’t, but I think we both could use some sleep,” she told him.
“Sure, climb in. I’m sure there’s enough room,” he said, still smiling.
“We are sleeping in separate beds - not together,” she told him. She turned the television off and walked out of the room.
Jareth smiled and closed his eyes.
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