Chapter 1 A Diabolic bond
*Somewhere in the streets* Normal POV
Imaan was corned in a deserted alleyway, as a tall man stood in front of her. His skin translucent and deathly pale. His long white hair gave off a sliver hue. His eyes sharp like a cat's. Tall and skinny yet muscular. His armour is what scared her the most. His shoulder pad had spikes standing tall, as he brandishes his two scythes.
"Think you can get away from me?" this mysterious man spoke his voice deep but laced with malice, as his lips curl into a sinister smile. His eyes deluded and mad.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Imaan shouted despite her fears, as she narrows her eyes studying this madman standing in front of her. The mysterious man drew closer to her, backing her up into the corner, slamming his hands against the wall, trapping her between his long and muscular arms.
"Oh, a lot of things, but that is not for you to know, IF you value your life." he spoke in a deep voice with madness in each word.
"What makes you think I would listen to you?!" Imaan spat her words at him angrily, but he smiles with madness dancing in his eyes.
"You really don't want to know what I think!" He laughs like a maniac "It WILL scare the life out of you, Imaan!"
"H-how do you know my name?!" Imaan directed her anger to him, only fuelling to his entertainment. "Just who the hell are you?!"
"First you come with me, if you want to know my name." His psychotic smile never leaving his face.
"No!" Imaan shouts, as she tries to push the madman away from her, but he grabs her arm tightly forcing her to wince in pain.
"I love the look of pain etched on your face!" He laughs again, as he pushes the blade of his scythe against her neck, as the cold metal bites at her warm neck.
"Yes YES! SHOW ME WHAT FEAR LOOKS ON YOUR FACE! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" His sinister laughter ringing in Imaan's ear.
Imaan decides it's was best if she just listens to him, as she was fearing for her life. She was on a mission to change the fate of a certain someone from this time period. She cannot die now. She wanted to go back to 21st century. The fates were not in her favour.
"Fine!" Imaan shouted as she turned to glare at the imposing man standing in front of her. "I'll...I'll go with you."
"Well done." He smiles sinisterly, throwing a cold to Imaan's way. "The name's Mitsuhide." Imaan nodded in silence, as Mitsuhide keeps the blade at Imaan's neck, as they make their way back to the horse Mitsuhide straddles his horse as he pulls Imaan to sit in front of him.
"Where are you taking me?" Imaan demanded
"Fukuchiyama castle. Direct orders of Lord Nobunaga" Mitsuhide replied with no emotion.
"Great! Just fuckin great!" Imaan answered sarcastically. With one hand on the reins, Mitsuhide grasped Imaan's chin jerking it towards him, as he plants a rough kiss on her lips. Imaan struggles against him but Mitsuhide pushes his tongue into her mouth in attempts to silence her protest. Once Imaan had settled against him, Mitsuhide pulled away with a delirious look on his face.
"I can't seem to wait!" Mitsuhide chuckled as his arm tightens around Imaan's waist, pulling her closer to him. "I really want to taste you" Mitsuhide whispered against Imaan's ear, as she shivers with disgust.
"I would rather die, than have you taste me, you bastard!" Imaan spat her word out and Mitsuhide laughs in the face of her anger, as they rode to Fukuchiyama castle, his arm tightly wrapped around Imaan's waist.
*Fukuchiyama castle* Normal POV
Mitsuhide and Imaan had arrived at Fukuchiyama castle, as the retainers came rushing came rushing to Mitsuhide as he got off his horse.
"Milord! Lord Nobunaga is waiting in the guest room for you." The retainer exclaimed as Mitsuhide's eyes slightly widen, but quickly composes himself.
"Tell Lord Nobunaga I'll be there in a minute." Mitsuhide replied, now facing Imaan. He gives a delirious smile as he grabs her arm, making his way through the hallway to his private chambers. Imaan was mesmerized with the colour of his hair.
What a beautiful colour. Imaan thought to herself Mitsuhide slams open the shoji door, throwing Imaan on the ground. He then grabs some ropes and binds her arms and legs, reducing her means of escape.
"There! That should do nicely." Mitsuhide smiled, as Imaan struggles against the binding.
"UNTIE ME YOU BASTARD!" Imaan shouts in rage, as she tries to struggle again. The smile disappeared from Mitsuhide s lips, replaced with a tight line. His eyes bored coldly onto Imaan. Mitsuhide grasps her chin, which resulted her being slapped across the face. Tears formed in Imaan's eyes, as she bites down onto her lip hard, preventing her from crying in pain.
"Watch how you talk to me you wench." Mitsuhide spoke coldly, as he gags Imaan's mouth, slapping her across the face again, but her cries muffled against the cloth across her mouth. "Be a good bitch that you are, until I'm gone, or else..." Mitsuhide warned as he chuckled at the thoughts that were swirling around his head "I don't think I need to explain that to the likes of you." With that Mitsuhide left the room, slamming the door behind. Once Mitsuhide had left, tears rolled down Imaan s face, as she curled herself into a ball. She was thankful that her sobs were muffled. She didn't want to give that sadistic bastard the privilege of hearing her sobs.
What is going to become of me? Imaan thought, hoping that someone would hear her plea, but there was no response. Her hopes had shattered around her, as she cried, as her soft sobs resonated thorughout the room, as she was that night dreading what tomorrow might bring.
*The guest room* Mitsuhide s POV
As I entered the guest room, Lord Nobunaga, dressed in his silver armour and his head gear, which resembles to crown. And Lady Nohime, dressed elegantly, as she wore a black kimono with butterflies designs, were already seated, as Lord Nobunaga raised an eye brow. I sat opposite Lord Nobunaga and bowed in respect.
"What took so you long, Mitsuhide?" Lord Nobunaga's voice deep as he spoke softly.
"Forgive me my lord, as you have known, I encountered a strange woman in town today." I replied, still keeping my head down.
"What about it, Mitsuhide?" Lady Nohime spoke, venom dripping in each word as I looked up at her. I really do hate her. Slippery snake bitch. I thought to myself, as I plastered a fake smile on my face. As I turned my attention back to lord Nobunaga.
"Milord, let me have the girl." I asked as I look lord Nobunaga in the eye.
"Why, Mitsuhide?" Lord Nobunaga replies, as he silently studies me. His eyes sharp like a predator.
"I want her." I answered honestly, still maintaining eye contact as my lips naturally curl into a cruel smirk. Thinking how I would defile her in the worst possible ways. Lord Nobunaga takes notice of my smirk as he returns it with his own.
"Fine." He answers after a moment of silence. "I ORDER you to get married to her. Tonight." Lord Nobunaga chuckles evilly, as I bow my head in gratitude.
"Thank you milord." I answer, as my eyes widen with the lewd thoughts swirling through my head. I cannot wait to defile her, so that no man would ever look that wench. This caused my smile to grow wider and wider.
Lord Nobunaga and Nohime stand up as they leave the guest room. Lord Nobunaga then calls out to me.
"Oh and Mitsuhide bring her to Owari."
"Yes my lord" with that Lord Nobunaga and Nohime has left. With their footsteps no longer heard. I chuckled. Then that chuckle turns to a maniac laugh.
"There is no escaping me, Imaan dear" I speak as my voice resonates through the empty room.
*Where Imaan is held captive* Normal POV
Imaan had given up struggling. There was no way in hell she was getting free from her binds.
What did I do to deserve this? Why did I come to this time? I just want to go home. Another tear rolled down Imaan's cheek as she slowly closed her eyes.
THUMP THUMP THUMP! Imaan's eyes shot open as she heard heavy footsteps coming closer. Imaan shivered in fear, hoping it was not Mitsuhide. But soon her prays fell upon deaf ears as she heard the heavy footsteps coming closer.
THUMP THUMP THUMP! The footsteps grew closer and closer, until they came to a halt. Imaan looked at the shoji door, as she saw a tall and menacing silhouette cast on the door. Imaan knew it belonged to Mitsuhide. Her suspicions were correct as the shoji doors had slammed opened as Mitsuhide stood in the doorway. Mitsuhide walked up to Imaan as he cut the rope freeing Imaan from her binds. He roughly grabs her arm, as he dragged her along the hallway of his castle. Imaan did not dare to speak a word. Mitsuhide stopped in front of the door as he slammed open the shoji door to different room, throwing Imaan the floor. He grabbed a clay bottle and a small clay cup from his shelf, bringing it to Imaan. He quickly pours a cup. Imaan just stares at Mitsuhide with a mix of shock and horror, as he brings the cup to Imaan's lip.
"You and I are getting married." His lips curled into a cruel smile as he continues. "Right here, Right NOW!"
"WHAT!" Imaan shouted, earning a death glare from Mitsuhide.
"I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF WENCH!" Mitsuhide yells. DRINK THIS CEREMONIAL SAKE NOW!
"NEVER!" Imaan yells back giving Mitsuhide a glare of her own.
"Fine. I'll just do this the hard way" Mitsuhide declares as he takes the sake in his mouth, grabbing Imaan roughly by the arm, pulling her towards him. Imaan crashed into Mitsuhide s chest, as he slams his lips on her, engaging her in a rough kiss. Mitsuhide pinches her backside causing Imaan to gasp as the sake flows into her mouth. Imaan was about to spit the sake out with whatever means necessary, but Mitsuhide pushes his tongue in her mouth ensuring the sake goes down her throat. Imaan gulps down the sake, as some trickles down her throat. Mitsuhide pulls away from the kiss, smirking at her lewdly.
"Time to bed you. My wife." With that Mitsuhide pushes Imaan down onto his bed as he hovers onto of her. His long white illuminates from the cold light of the moon, adding to his cold and menacing features. Imaan just stares in horror at the man who is now her husband .