There was nothing worse than the bitterness that followed rejection, especially when one considered victory well in reach, as was with Jareth the Goblin King.

He'd let Sarah slip through his grasp, still sore over the ordeal.

That was, until you.

He'd heard your plea, your wish to flee the life you currently lived and who was he to turn a blind ear?

"You poor thing." He cooed, materializing in your room, "Trapped with nowhere to go. I could help you...in exchange for a tiny little favor."