Emily woke up with a start and realised that it had all just been a dream. She lay back down on the extremely comfortable bed. She rolled onto her side and thought about the dream. As she did so she saw a strange picture she had never noticed before. It seemed to be of a fairy tale castle, surrounded by a beautiful forest and what seemed to be a maze. Somewhere in the middle ground was a short hunched figure, which looked like an old woman carrying wood. She looked at it for a second pondering, and then noticed that the face was completed in great detail. It was wrinkled as would be expected, with two beady eyes peering out of the painting. What struck Emily about the painting however wasn't any of this. Her first thought was how hairy the woman was. The hands were covered in hair, as were all that you could see of the neck and legs. Then she realised that the woman's face was green. She sat up to look at it more closely, realising that it was some sort of Goblin. Then the head turned and looked at her. She took a deep breath and screamed, realising that she was no longer in the Hotel. Somewhere in the darkness a deep masculine voice laughed. Carol woke with a start. She instantly realised that something was wrong. She sat up abruptly. Panicking she noticed she was in a completely unknown room. She ran to the door and tugged at it in desperation. It wouldn't budge. Scanning the room in terror, the white walls gleamed at her, and she stumbled to the barred window and tried to see out. Instantly she felt a magical presence hit her like a bullet, and she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Emily had tried the door and the window, and was trying to think of any other possible escape routes. She sat back on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room. The moving picture had disappeared. There had to be a way out. "There isn't." Emily started. The voice came from behind her so she spun round. The man behind her was the same man as the one who appeared in the hotel. "Who are you?" she demanded after a long pause. "You know very well who I am, dear Emily." He looked very smug. "This isn't funny!!" she said. "Look, I don't know who you are, but whoever you are you have no right to keep me here!" "You asked me to take you away so I did. You should be grateful for what I've done for you," "What?" Em was angry, though she knew who she thought it was. "Where's Carol?" "You know the answer to that as well my dear." "Stop presuming I know things and tell me what's going on!!" "You wished yourself here, Emily." "I didn't mean it!!" "Too bad," said the goblin King. "What's said is said." "You sick bastard, let me go!" She ran at him. His miss-matched eyes were no longer full of amusement; they had suddenly grown much darker. He seemed to be holding her wrists, painfully. "I will do as I wish," he said, "and you will come to regret calling names like that!" Emily felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end as she stared into his face, and he ran his black glove through her hair. "We have a long time in which to talk." Emily felt herself melting into his arms. She wanted him desperately, but something told her not too. "Go away, Jareth," she managed. "As you wish," he said, and disappeared slowly while his hand moved towards her breast, and was suddenly gone. Carol, after recovering from her previous fall was in a sheer state of panic. She had no idea of where she was or more importantly why. Being on her own she was utterly terrified and extremely lonely - her only rational thoughts were of home; family and friends. A new wave of fear spread over her as she leapt up to the door and started trying to force it open again, the whole time with a sense of being watched. "It's not going to open, my dear," said a loud voice from behind her ear. Spinning around she stared in horror as the dark figure came into view. She could not even scream. He smiled at her, obviously amused and his eyes burned with a seemingly hungry gaze. "Carol," he stated. She just continued to gaze at him, awestruck and bewildered. "Who are you?" she managed in a timid voice. Jareth flashed another smile at her. "I think you already know that considering you were the one that wished me to take you. I'm just doing as instructed, my dear." He slipped a gloved hand around the back of her head. She tried to retreat but found herself locked between him and the wall. "Please don't touch me," Carol whispered. He ran a gloved hand through her hair and smiled at her again. "I'll do what I like to you!" Carol's conscience was battling inside her. She desperately wanted Jareth every time he stared into her eyes. She was getting a step closer to giving up and doing everything he asked every second he looked at her. Just as she was thinking this, he completely disappeared, and she slumped to the floor in confusion. All that was left was an ongoing feeling of being watched, but an empty room. Jareth watched the girls as they gazed frantically around the room, searching for what not even they new. He could feel thier lust for him, and even some love for him. He was enjoying himself already. But the fun was only just getting started. |