Seductive Nightmare

Fight for You

      Forward Author's Note: I just want to thank all of you for taking time out of your day to read this. Writing this story inspired by a very interesting (and evil) character, has been a roller coaster ride. I've incorporated some personal elements throughout the story, and it is a personal mission to get this finished. I apologize that I don't seem to follow a schedule with writing, also for the length of the chapters. I know there are hundreds of great Enmu fanfiction out there, and I thank you for taking the time to read mine even though it is a bit off the beaten path of what people are seeking. One thing that amazes me is all the twists and turns this story has taken as if it has a life of its own. I already have chapter 9 started, so there should be another update soonish. I must stop writing such long chapters, lol. Writing them isn't the problem: it's the editing! Hope all is well and good with you in the world, and that seeing this makes you smile. Warning: I don't do these, but suicide will be mentioned in this chapter. If you are sensitive to the topic, you may not wish to continue reading.

     The pounding in her head eventually forced her eyes to open. Mandi groaned, her hands instinctively going to her temples in an attempt to massage the migraine out. What had happened, and where was she? All Mandi could summon to mind were fragmented images and thoughts. She had been kidnapped by some kind of quack doctor. "No, not a doctor. A monster," she thought to herself more coherently. He had blackmailed her, promising not to kill his maid in exchange for her complete submission to whatever his disgusting mind could think of. "And he can read my thoughts, I have to remember not to think anything around him," she reminded herself.

      Something soft and silky shifted against her skin. She focused her gaze on her arms and saw she was wearing a pretty pink kimono. By the way it clung to her skin, it was the only thing she was wearing. Mandi couldn't remember where the kimono had even come from as she didn't remember owning something so elegant. "That's right, the kimono had been a gift from the good doctor, and now I'd like nothing more than to burn it!"

      Mandi took a deep breath and tried to sit up, only to fall back against her bed. The pain in her head was white hot and throbbing.  She was also quite tender between her legs. He must have raped her again after he promised he wouldn't, or she was still sore from his previous activities; it didn't matter. She had been violated in ways that turned her stomach, and he could continue to do as he pleased as long as Sarah's life hanged in the balance. With a hand pressed firmly to her forehead, Mandi sat up and wondered how Sarah was fairing. She prayed that the doctor had kept his promise. "What is his name? I can't seem to remember it. Why do I forget things so easily? What's wrong with me?!"

      Looking to her left, she saw a glass of water sitting on top of a folded piece of paper on the table next to her bed. Her throat instantly went dry looking at the water, but she hesitated before reaching out and senselessly drinking it down. "He could have drugged it." No, that wouldn't really make sense at this point, and she guessed that it wouldn't be something to kill her even if he had.

     Gingerly grasping the glass, she drank it down. The water was room temperature, but it slaked her thirst. The water hadn't tasted any different, either. Setting the glass back down, she reluctantly grabbed the piece of paper and unfolded it. Seeing his neat penmanship again was such a contrast to the wild thing he really was.

Mandi,

I need to talk to you as soon as you wake, precious. You had another one of your spells when you, I mean after you...well, please just come and talk to me when you wake up and see this. I need to explain something. I apologize for your clothes. I promise I'll get you new ones.