FILL: Casey/Claire/Marcia/Dennis Seduction

Date: 2017-02-27 09:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Claire/Dennis [Claire's the only gal who's had no fic moments with Dennis! :)]

For a moment, Claire sat frozen in horror on one cot, too shaken to even glance at Casey on the other. Until she leapt up and began pounding on the heavy metal door.

She pounded and shouted until her palms stung and her throat began to grow hoarse.

I choose you first. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Kidnapping, sexual assault…these were things that happened in movies, sure. But in real life? How could this actually be happening?

Claire’s thoughts were cut short as the door opened and their abductor shoved Marcia back inside with an agonized cry of disgust.

Thank God. There was no way she was out there for long enough for anything really bad to have happened, right?

Trembling, Marcia grasped onto Claire’s hands as both girls struggled to keep tears at bay.

“He wanted me to dance with him…” was all Marcia managed. Her stockings were soaked.

Casey just stared at the two of them, chest heaving.

Skip ahead 36 hours and their situation had grown even more bizarre. Claire still marveled at how that was even possible.

So this nutcase apparently thought that dressing up and acting like a perverted man, a British woman and now a little boy – would what, scare them? Confuse them?

What made matters more frustrating was how close Casey had seemed to come with convincing the nine-year-old persona to let them out. Claire still couldn’t believe how close Casey had dared get to the guy…

And now he’d come back. Shit. She was so close! Too close to give up now!

Heaving herself up with her hands, Claire’s grip slipped a bit. With one more burning pull-up, she finally managed to make it through the opening in the drywall ceiling.

Damn, she’d never felt luckier to own high heels. Though what she really wanted to do was throw her heel at that freak out there who was currently whining like a little kid to be let in.

The first realization Claire had when she began crawling through the dark space of the heating ducts was how incredibly closed in she felt. But this was no time for claustrophobia. There was an end in sight, there had to be. There always was. They would make it out of this, she would see to that.

She’d get out, find help and then they’d all be safe. She’d be home to her Dad in no time.

All these fleeting thoughts took a backseat when the sound of her own ragged breathing was joined by a sound below. Some sort of steam room just beneath the next opening in the heating shaft.

Frantically pulling off the metal grid, Claire dropped down as gingerly as possible onto the ground below. Thankfully, she hadn’t far too fall and began racing as fast as possible in the opposite direction of the angry voice she could already hear behind her.

Why hadn’t she crawled further while still in the ducts??

“Hey!” he yelled. So he was back to being an adult man for the moment.

Claire had never run so fast in her life. Turning a slight corner, she charged into the nearest of a set of lockers and shut the door as quietly as she could.

As she held a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing, Claire suddenly questioned her decision to stop running. She supposed she subconsciously feared he’d catch up to her or that she’d come up against another locked door or a dead end.

Too late now.

Their kidnapper strode past her locker, leaving everything deathly quiet for several seconds. Claire still didn’t risk removing her hand from her mouth.

She couldn’t help wondering if perhaps there was an exit up ahead that she’d missed when a pair of piercing blue eyes shocked her to the core.

How had he known it was this locker? Just how good was his hearing?

“Please, step out of the locker,” he sounded calm enough. For now, better do as he says.

Once again, Claire tried not to think of what he’d done with her father.

As slowly as possible, she opened the metal door and stepped out. She was fairly certain they could both hear her heartbeat at this point.

He didn’t seem to have a gun or knife of any kind, though that hardly mattered.

“You should trick children. That shows who you are.”

Words were enough.

“You’re sweater, it’s-it’s dirty, it’s filthy…remove it.”

Going into autopilot mode at this point, Claire ignored the tears pricking at her eyes and gingerly removed her sweater. The air, humid as it was, set the hairs on her arms at attention.

Claire carefully dropped the article of clothing at his feet and crossed her arms over torso.

She’d never felt so out of control – the way he was taking in her body with his blue gaze scared her more than anything she’d ever experienced.

That was when survival instinct hit. The fear-induced molasses in her brain switched to last-resort mode as she made the decision to do something that would have disgusted her in any other situation.

Except that she could see a door to his left just a few yards over. If she could just reach the door...

The man before her sighed heavily and ran a hand over his cropped hair. “I’m trying to be good,” he looked at her almost matter-of-factly.

“It’s fine, really. This is all such a…welcome break from routine,” Claire was really grasping at anything he might want to hear. “We – I’m really sorry I ran. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re clearly not gonna hurt us. I was just afraid for my dad…when he didn’t come back…”

“I didn’t hurt him,” the man cut in.

Claire didn’t let the relief distract her too noticeably. “What’s your name?”

The man’s tongue darted out to run along his lower lip before he averted his gaze again.


“Mmm, Dennis,” Claire was popular at school, sure, but had little idea how to flirt with a fully-grown man. Slowly approaching him but careful not to touch him too soon and risk a negative reaction, Claire pushed her exposed torso out of mind.

She’d acted in theatre where she’d even kissed boys – all make believe. She could do this. He was clearly nervous and she could use that, as long as she didn’t push him too far.

As long as she kept him here, they had all the time in the world.

“What’s it like? Living down here? You live alone?” she probed gently.

“W-well, no,” Dennis stammered, “We all have each other. The others…”

Others…the woman and the boy?

Claire had heard of people with multiple personalities, but figured it was all more hyped up by Hollywood. Not something that turned up on your own doorstep.

“I’ve never looked forward to having roommates in college. They can be so annoying. Always making a mess and all…I understand why you might be bored of them.”

“Not roommates,” retorted Dennis gruffly, “Not here to talk about that.”

Claire had to step up her game. He was still slowly backing up and they’d turned left now, edging closer to the door up ahead.

She just had to switch their position, so that she was closest to the exit.

Ignoring the rushing in her ears, she continued, “You seem…tense.”

They’d reached about a foot away from the threshold now. He kept eyeing her chest.

“Here. It’s okay, I promise not to touch your skin,” Claire reached up and slowly began to rub his shoulders.

Apparently her nearly bare torso was having a wild effect on him because he actually closed his eyes and let this happen. Claire took the opportunity to move swiftly behind him, continuing to knead his flesh through his button-down.

Ever so carefully, she removed one hand to push on the door. There was no handle on their side, so one push would tell if it was locked or not. It was now or never.

She had to at least try.

“That’s good…” she nearly whispered, not far from his left ear.

Leaning close to him to maintain contact and not arouse suspicion before he opened his eyes, Claire pressed the palm of her other hand against the door’s surface.

“Good boy.”

Although she’d been keeping watch on his face, Claire let out a petrified yelp when Dennis’s eyes sprung open and he grabbed her roughly by the hair, tossing her to the floor.

As Claire struggled to register her surroundings through the fog of shock and panic, Dennis removed his glasses. He frowned down at her as she scooted backward across the cold floor.

“You’re not supposed to say things like that. You’re not supposed to be like her. I don’t want to play right now.”

Damn it, the little kid was back.

Wait – but that would mean he wasn’t as strong as the Dennis guy. She still had a chance!

“Mr. Dennis wants his turn again,” was all the man before her said. “You shouldn’t have called me.”

Called him?

“I’m going now.”

Claire nearly sighed with relief. He was leaving. Could she finally see what was on the other side of the door when he went out?

Then he readjusted his glasses and Claire’s stomach dropped.

Re: FILL: Casey/Claire/Marcia/Dennis Seduction

Date: 2017-02-27 09:36 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Touched up version on aO3:

Re: FILL: Casey/Claire/Marcia/Dennis Seduction

Date: 2017-02-27 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP here. This is really great! Love the awkwardness, and Claire's characterization is spot on! Thank you so much :)

Re: FILL: Casey/Claire/Marcia/Dennis Seduction

Date: 2017-03-01 06:53 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Of course! Always happy to please - and write about these four. xD Cheers!


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