Adnai

At the first the dream had nothing to do with me. I was watching a man at nighttime that damn near drowned in a bayou. He was tearing up a rotted dock in his attempts to get to land - and eventually he made it. He laid there, spluttering and gasping as he rested half-in, half-out of the water. I also saw the shadows that rose up out of the water and towered over him silently. Around seven foot, heavily muscled, and it had horns. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew it was an incubus. The man turned around - and was about to scream before the shadows converged on him and it entered his body.

Then the dream switched to me, and I walked outside, trying to find out what the source of a odd noise was. I'd just stepped to the rotted dock to find it unoccupied - until somebody grabbed me from behind and threw me down on the ground. The man was there, red eyes staring at me as he smiled. Then he raped me.

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A few weeks later, I avoided his place like the plague, not wanting to admit what had happened between us. He was supposed to get married in two weeks. I started to feel sick, so I decided to go to the doctor's, though I already knew what had happened. Somehow I'd gotten pregnant from the encounter. As I sat in the counselor's office, I impatiently twiddled with my fingers and kept absolutely to myself.

The demon inside of him seemed to know what I wanted to do, for it impersonated the advisor I was about to see, but another counselor was supposed to be in the room with him. His plan half-failed right then and there.

I go in, sit down, and both of them give me a small phamplet with some questions. Namely, can you take care of a baby, are your parents supportive, blah blah blah. There were nine of them. I circled NO for 7.

At this, the Incubi got mad that I was going to get my way, and he turned to violence. He followed me upstairs and began to throw people through windows, break down doors looking for me. I hid behind a small alcove, watching the man with red eyes rant and rave about how I'd lied to him. How I'd willingly bedded him in an attempt to ruin his marriage.

That's when I saw his wife's car out in the parking lot.

Taking a risk, I dashed out there and found her right as she was about to drive off. I told her everything in a hushed, hurried voice. I started to cry towards the middle of it, because even though none of it had really been my fault, I still felt guilty that this had happened.

Though the wife just told me it would be okay, and she wasn't angry. He'd been acting different ever since that night on the dock, and it was only a matter of time before she found out what was causing it. She believed me. Then she stepped out of her car, her fiance stepped out of the clinic, and they were about to face off.

I woke up right after that.