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[ First Dance ] Dennis

Requested from DennisCooke!
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It was such a simple trip to the movies. With your two friends, Casey and Marcia. It was full of laughter and horseplay, until that man came along and drove you all away from the small moment of happiness.

Now you sat, in a circle, huddled up together for warmth. In this dainty room, which resembled of a medieval dungeon on one side, though the other a simplistic white painted wall.

Your head seemed to pierce with pain, which only blurred your vision further from what it already was due to the tears that trickled down your silk/rough complexion.

The sounds that could only be made out were the tears trickling down to the pavement below you three. Nothing dared to make a sound, not even the building. You could hear a pin drop from the other side of the rusted door.

But that silence was soon gone when the dreadful cry of the door sounded throughout the vacant room.

In walked the man from before, though this time he did not grasp a chair. In fact, he wore a cold expression as he looked to you three younger teenagers, cuddling for any warmth possible. His eyebrow cocked in a questioning manor, basically demanding one of you three to speak up on the spot. "W-We got cold.." Marcia said, causing his blank gaze to make way to her shivering body. Even from afar he could examine the goosebumps that spread out along her skin.

With no further words, he walked out; leaving the door wide open as he tampered with the thermostat in the opposite room. The idea of escaping clearly grasped your mind. But there was no way you'd make it passed the man. He was quick, and skilled. Hard to sneak by in your eyes.

A relief hit over the three of you as a warmth splashed over your bodies. Almost immediately returning the rosy color to your flushed cheeks.

But the color only faded once more when the male walked back into the room. His eyes only on you, and none of the other two as he stepped forward. "Come with me." He demanded, wrist flicking as he held his palm out for you to take in a handhold. The other girls looked at you with pity, not knowing what to do or even say. They only wished you luck, which you could see with their sorrowful gazes.

Your lips parted, a weak whimper escaping your throat as you took ahold of the male's hand. Which was surprisingly radiating with warmth.

He led you out of the door, shutting it behind you two; causing you to jump from the sudden volume around you.
That is when his arm suddenly snaked his around your waist, other hand still intertwined with your own.

"Dance for me." He spoke, his voice coming off huskily. Partially from the closeness of you two, but mostly from the fact that he was trying to keep his calmness. Your sobs only grew noisy as he started to draw back from holding you. Watching at your movements with an impatient gaze.

The only way to escape the hell you were being put through, was to follow his demands. Which you did, beginning to roll your hips back and forth. Causing a completely seductive ora to float from your body and over to the kidnapper. His eyes darkened with each move you took, but finally snapped when you fell to the floor. A sobbing mess. He cringed as he saw dust overtake your black bottoms.

"You're all dirty! Get up!" He hollered out, looking down your now dirtied trousers. Once you stood up he merely tsked, and waggled his finger at you in a disappointed motion. "You're going to have to take them off now. Just give them up!" He said, thumb and index finger making way to the bridge of his nose in frustration. His other hand outreached and waiting to grasp onto your bottoms.

You stumbled to get the dusty bottoms off, handing them over to him and immediately covering yourself. Not liking the half nudity very much. His hands practically shook with want as he looked at you. "Now, continue." He spoke up, causing you to shake your head out of reaction.

Which was the wrong choice for you. As his face grew an irritated expression. He stepped forward, though he did not lay a hand on you. "It was not a question. Continue, now." He growled, face practically fuming hot red.

Not wanting to be hurt, or even worse, you removed your hands from shielding your bare skin and began rocking your hips once more. Tears still rolling down your puffed cheeks, though this time you were silent.

As the man watched you with pure want.. you couldn't have but felt a strange tinge in your stomach. Of what felt, possibly likeable?

His thumb made contact with his bottom lip as he watched you in a content study. "You seem to be quite.. swell at this" He documented, eye twitching at his own commentary.

You choked back a sob and simply nodded your head, not trusting your own voice at this weak moment.

He chuckled, giving a shiver to crawl up your spine. It sounded intimidating, which only caused the tinge to return once more. "You can go back to the room- Now. I will give your bottoms back when they are once washed. Go clean up." He said, trying to holdback Hedwig from taking the light. Only it looked as of a spasm to you. You quickly rushed off back to the closed door, falling to your knees once meeting the girls gazes. Your bottom half almost exposed to them both. Their expressions softened when they noticed your eyes welled with tears.

"Oh, Y/N.." Marcia said, stepping up from her spot; walking over to you, her arm wrapping around your shoulder for support. Your body immediately clashed with hers. Not being able to hold back the sobs anymore.

She only sat in silence, hand rubbing along your back in a subtle pattern. Casey soon joining the both of you to form a group huddle. As you'd began to process everything that just happened not long before, your brain scrambled. The kidnapper exploited you, and somewhere deep in your thought process.. You knew you liked it. Even if you refused to admit it.