Four hours. That's all it's been since Toby had wished me away to Jar- the Goblin King. I was bored out of my freaking mind, and I was confined to his disgusting throne. There was dirt and grime everywhere. Well, everywhere but his precious throne. I don't understand why his highness is so infatuated with me. I don't even like him! He's rude, pretentious, arrogant, stupid, fashionably strange, and-

I paused. Okay, maybe some of them were more of an opinion than a fact, but it's not as though he's mister Do-Good. After all, he could have simply left Toby and I safely at our home instead of here in this- this incredibly perilous kingdom.

Sighing, I realized how little the odds of Toby surviving were. I don't know if he'd make it to the part with all of the handy hands. I almost guaranteed that he would die, and this made me upset because, after all, he was my brother whether he liked it or not-

"Why so down, love?" The Goblin King asked me, grinning smugly. I glared at him. He damn well knew why I was 'so down'. I had been kidnapped from my comforting home!

"Don't even talk to me," I retorted, glaring at virtually nothing.

"You can't stop me from talking to you, my dear Sarah," the douchebag said. I pursed my lips. I would not talk to him no matter what. I could basically feel him smirking and it just served to anger me even more. I hated him. Especially since he refused to allow me up from his not-very-comfy lap. He also couldn't seem to keep his arms from circling around me, no matter how much I struggled against him. I really should have kept working out in high school, but I just felt as though I had better things to do like draw, and paint, and not get abducted by the Goblin King himself.

"I can tell that you are attempting not to talk to me, Sarah. You aren't very good at it, are you?"

I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I will not answer. I WILL NOT ANSWER. WILL. NOT. ANSWER. DON'T SAY ANYTHING.

I shall not speak to him, no matter how long I am stuck here.

"Would you like to see how young Tobias is faring?" He asked me. Damn him! He knew that I wouldn't be able to resist that offer! I was his sister, for god's sake, I had to know if Toby was safe! Against my own will, I blurted out,

"Yes,"

The Goblin King merely chuckled, brought out one of his stupid, crystal balls and showed me that Toby was wandering down the seemingly endless maze, not realizing that things aren't what they seem in the Labyrinth.

"Send Hoggle to him to help him, Goblin King!" I growled. Toby would never get to me if he didn't know what to do!

"Say my name first, Sarah," he said calmly. I rolled my eyes and sighed, not sure if I should do it. After all, names have power. Words have power.

Yes, yes I have to make sure that Toby gets help!

"Jareth," I mumbled.

"Ask me nicely to send young Tobias a guide, Sarah." He cajoled me softly.

"Please send Toby a guide… Jareth," I whispered. I hated him. I HATED HIM! I would rather die than be with him, but I had to make sure that Toby didn't get hurt. I just had to.

"Your wish is my command, dear," he smirked. With a snap of his fingers, Hoggle came into view and showed Toby just how to get through. He told him not to take anything for granted, just like the bookworm told me the first time I ran the maze. I sighed in relief. Now, the odds were 99 to 1 of Toby surviving instead of 100 to 0.

The odds were not looking well in my case.

"Would you like a peach, dear Sarah?" Jareth offered me. I was quite hungry, but I would not be caught dead with Jareth, eating something that he'd given me. Besides, it's not as though he can make me eat.

"No. No thank you!" I retorted. As many can tell, I absolutely despise the Goblin King. If I had to chose between death by the cleaners or being with Jareth for a day, I'd chose the former. I absolutely abhor his royal highness, and I'd be damned if I ever accepted anything from him.

"It's your choice, Sarah. After all, everything has always been your choice," he told me. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was referring to when I wished Toby away. I can't believe that he actually blamed me! What a self-righteous little prick! Well, I'd show him that I'm not the only one who could win his stupid, little Labyrinth. I'd prove that Toby is just as hard-working as I was and he'd make it through. I would be able to return home, and Jareth would have to stuff his pride up his arse.

"I don't wanna hear it, Goblin King." I muttered to him, still attempting my fruitless endeavour to get out of his hold, for I honestly think that he was going to attempt to merge into me, and that, my dear friends, is disgusting.

"Don't defy me, Sarah. I am holding you, and you're going to deal with it," he told me, barely even trying to hold me back, while I was putting all of the strength that I had to get away from him and his nasty throne room. "Sarah! What did I say?"

"I don't know, it's not as though I listen to you!" I glared at him. He sneered and allowed me to drop to the filthy ground. I merely got up with all of the strength that I had, brushed myself off, and made a run for it.

Which, now that I think about it, was a stupid mistake, because I didn't know my way around his castle, while he probably knew every nook and cranny of the place. I could hear his slow, and yet foreboding footsteps behind me, so I did what any somewhat logical person would have done. I hid behind a big statue. I was then trapped against the stone wall and a marble thing. Let me reiterate. I was trapped. In a place I knew nothing about. With Jareth.

God, wherever you may be, help me!