Jareth’s voice was still quiet, but had a hard edge to it. “Xen, what did you tell me when I asked you if you had the deodorant?”
Xen’s stomach dropped. “No, no no no no!” She fought in earnest, but he grabbed her tightly and held her down, smashing the brush down in a rapid fire volley. Xen thrashed wildly, “OW! Stopstopstop! Fuuuuuck!” She wailed. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! Please stop!” The bombardment continued until she attempted again to cooperate, howling her frustration into the bed.
He paused to ask again, “What did you tell me, Xen?”
She whimpered, but answered quietly. “Yes.” Jareth snapped the brush down twice quickly in succession, and she amended hurriedly, “I said I had it!”
He repeated it back to her with grim satisfaction, hitting her hard and steadily. “You lied to me, and said you had it.” Xen let out a shrill unending whine. “You said you had it, but you didn’t have it.”