Fair warning, this story leans heavily on the graphic side. While no actual rape occurs, its referenced quite a bit, and someone makes their stance on desiring a (completely one sided) relationship very clear. If you're sensitive to topics like that, and general threats of bodily harm, then I recommend you steer clear. I've got plenty of fluffy/cute/harmless angst fics you can enjoy instead! Long story short; not your cup of tea? Don't read. You've been warned. Also, keep in mind. This fic takes place during the episode "Arrival of the Torso Takers." That should give enough away to let you know the general theme of this monstrosity. I'd say it takes place right before Max bursts into their cabin to snoop around. You'll have to forgive the messing with canon, of course, but hey, they only have a small window to show shit in a cartoon! I'm pretending, for the sake of story plot, that the episode takes place over an entire day, with very minor edits to what happens after Daniel is trapped in the bomb shelter. Canon is mine to manipulate!

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Gwen wasn't stupid. She could smell bullshit from a mile away, and that morning her radar had started going off like an obnoxious tornado siren. Something was up with David. She just couldn't pinpoint WHAT. He'd seemed fine. A bit subdued compared to his usual peppy self, but she could, in theory, chalk that up to him having to chastise the nightmare trio the night before. David hated getting tough on the kiddos.

Still, Gwen sensed it. Something was...different. Fuck, why couldn't she figure it out?! She knew David like the back of her hand! If anyone at this godforsaken camp could do it, it was her. And maybe Max.

Try as she might though, there was no piecing this shit together. She was missing a crucial bit of the puzzle. God, this was so frustrating! Gwen scrubbed a hand through her hair, frantically pacing the floor of their cabin. "C'mon! Think Gwen, think…"

"Think about what?" David's good natured laugh tickled her earlobe, suddenly appearing out of thin air. "Anything I should know about?"

Gwen swallowed a shriek, stumbling backwards. "Holy fucking shit! Where did you come from?!"

"Outside! Where else?" Milky hands grabbed her hips, halting what probably would've been a very painful collision with the floor. Or worse, the rickety old desk they shared. "Wow Gwen, I've never seen you so on edge before!" David smiled, giving her lazy once over. "You ok?"

"Fine," Gwen snapped. "Just, oh, I dunno, coming down from a fucking heart attack! What the hell David? Don't sneak up on people!"

David huffed a laugh, biting his lip. "Well, I didn't mean to! It was an honest mistake Gwen. I thought you heard me come in." Giving her hips a gentle squeeze, he smiled. "You're so jumpy today. It's adorable."

"Yeah? And you're borderline copping a feel. Not cool." Gwen squirmed, feeling his thumbs dart over the natural indent where her rib cage started. "Seriously, What the fuck David? Since when are you this handsy?"

"What are you talking about? All I'm doing is holding you! There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

His cheerful grin never faded, perfectly innocent in all ways, but Gwen's lilac eyes narrowed into suspicious slits anyway. There it was again, a niggling sensation at the back of her mind that was screaming at her to back the hell up, turn tail and run. Something wasn't just off; it was WRONG.

"Bullshit. Your hands are literally this close to grabbing my ass David! You've never touched me like this before, and you know it."

This wasn't his normal affectionate hugging, or the casual hand holding he liked so much. What David was doing now was...intimate. Gwen could feel every inch of his calloused flesh against hers, even through the thick material of her shorts. He was cold, almost unnervingly so.

Gwen shivered, but it wasn't the chill that made goosebumps roll down her spine.

"You're right. Maybe I haven't." David made a big show of leaning in, his palms rasping down the swell of her thighs. "But have you ever considered the idea that I might've wanted to?" Blunted nails scraped her skin, warm breath tickling the hollow of her throat as the redhead backed Gwen up against the desk and mouthed at her racing pulse. "C'mon Gwen. You haven't thought about it? Not even once?"

A flash of panic stirred in her gut. What the hell was this? "No! Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Gwen shoved him back, still feeling his hands on her even as he stumbled away. "Wha-what were you thinking?! One of the kids could bust in any second! We're surrounded by windows David!" Gwen struggled to calm down, but her lungs were on fire, her breathing harsh, ragged. "You—you kissed me!"

"Kissed you? Oh Gwen." David sighed, earnestly shaking his head. "Did you consider that a kiss? That was barely a nuzzle!" Before she had the chance to blink he was on her again, weaving a hand into her hair as his mouth pressed to hers, chapped and soft and god, why did this feel nice? It shouldn't feel nice! "This...is a kiss," David murmured, flicking his tongue against her lips. "And I've been wanting to do that for a long, long time."

"You're so full of shit…" Gwen muttered. She didn't—couldn't afford to believe that. But David was holding her like his life depended on it, gently scratching his nails against her scalp as he tilted her head back with an equally gentle tug to her hair, leaving Gwen's neck completely bare. Vulnerable to more of his unbearably teasing kisses. "David," Gwen gasped, feeling his teeth scrape a sensitive spot near her collarbone. "S-stop. You have to stop!"

"Why? Because of the kids? You're making up excuses Gwen. They're all busy preparing for their one on one counseling sessions, remember?" David grabbed the underside of her knee and hoisted Gwen onto the desk, making himself at home between her legs. "And right now, I think we're long overdue for a chat of our own."

"There's nothing to talk about! You need to back off. This isn't the time or place for—whatever it is you think you're doing!"

David's mouth stilled, green eyes snapping up to hers. "Gwen, how long have we known each other? In all that time, you've never wondered if there could be something between us? Something special?" David brushed his knuckles up her thigh, making her squirm. "We've always made such a great team. But I know we could be so much more! The chemistry is there Gwen. You feel it, don't you?"

Gwen sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to scream. "David, I...I can't answer that."

She'd be lying through her teeth if she said no. They did have something special, a friendship that had beat down every obstacle life threw in their path. And as much as she wanted to smack him sometimes, Gwen cared about David. Loved him…

But he wasn't talking about familial love. Gwen wasn't naive.

"Can't? Or won't?" David frowned. "Gwen, we're both adults here. We should be able to discuss this!" His grip on her tightened a fraction too hard, and she flinched. "You're not fooling anyone you know. I'm your friend! I understand you better than anyone else in the world. You're refusing to talk because...you're afraid."

"David, let go," Gwen pushed him again, but this time he didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. Why was that so terrifying? "David! You're hurting me. Let GO!"

"No. Not until you admit it." He cocked his head to the side, something sharp and vicious and utterly alien glinting in his stare. "What is it Gwen? Fear of rejection? Or maybe...maybe you're not afraid of being rejected at all!" David beamed, all big pearly teeth that were too white, pristine as snow. "You're terrified that you won't . Because then you'd have to square up to the fact that you're a coward who's scared of commitment, even with someone who loves you, flaws and all!"

"What? No! No, you—you don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about!"

"Oh, don't I? Honestly Gwen, who do you think you're kidding? It's written all over your pretty face." David chuckled, dragging her flush against him. "You've wanted this for as long as I have. Longer, I'd bet! But you let your fear control you. It's such a shame." Pressing their foreheads together, David grinned and plucked at the hem of her counselor shirt, hiking the fabric up her navel. "If only you had someone who could help you relax! I bet all that fear would just float away!"

Gwen couldn't think. Her panic swelled, vision blanking to white as his thumbnail scraped over the front button of her shorts, popping it open. NonononoNO. This was wrong! David wouldn't do this! Even if he did feel something for her that way, this wasn't how he'd go about it! This was sinful, oppressive, and Gwen felt like she was drowning in it. "Stop! David, stop! This isn't right!"

He didn't stop. Instead, David silenced her with a sloppy, punishing kiss, pushing Gwen's anxiety through the roof. She lashed out, clawing and kicking and doing everything in her power to get away. "I swear to god David, if you don't let me go—!"

As if on cue, he did exactly that. Probably had something to do with the fact that her hand landed a clear blow to his temple, knocking him to the floor. Panting heavily, Gwen looked at David, then her palm, wallowing in a conflicting blend of numbness and relief, and sheer unadulterated terror. She'd hit her best friend. Hit him hard enough to bruise, if the blooming red mark on his cheek was anything to go by.

But that wasn't what made her want to scream. Oh no. Through the fringe of hair that had fallen over his brow, Gwen could see a flicker of icy color, not the forest green she would've expected. It was a soulless, empty blue, tainted with the manic sort of enthusiasm she'd only seen once before, in one person.

Jesus Christ. Gwen was going to be sick.

"Daniel? Oh god. You—what the hell are you doing?! You pretended to be David? You absolute prick!" Gwen clawed at her clothes, willing herself to forget the sensation of his hands on her, that bastard's mouth on her flesh. "How did you get here?! Why are you here? And what the hell were you thinking, touching me?! I should kick your ass, you sonofabitch!"

The redhead on his knees burst into laughter. "Such fury! Well, this is disappointing! I was hoping to keep the ruse up for at least a little bit longer!" Raking his crimson bangs back, David-no, Daniel gave her a blood curdling smirk. "What gave me away? My clearly superior kisses?"

"You kiss about as well as a snake," Gwen spat at his feet, still tasting him on her tongue. "Where the fuck is he, huh? Tell me! What did you do to David?!"

"Why Gwen, what makes you think I did anything to dear old David? That wouldn't be very conducive to a proper revenge scheme!" With a crack of his neck Daniel rose to his feet, losing his disguise in all but coloring. "He's alive and well, I promise! I'm just borrowing his name for a little while." Daniel smirked. "You're not disappointed, are you? I thought we were having a wonderful time together!"

She wanted to throw up. There wasn't any time to feel relief at knowing David wasn't the one who'd manhandled her, treating her no better than a piece of meat, because instead it was Daniel. The creepy cultist who'd tried to murder all their kids, and would've succeeded, if not for Max. Daniel, who'd been watching them for god knows how long, because how else could he disguise himself as David so convincingly?

Gwen felt like such an idiot. She should've figured it out sooner!

Fury boiling in her veins, she growled and fisted a handful of Daniel's shirt, yanking him to his feet. "Where the fuck is he? You tell me right now, or I swear to god I'll rip out your spine and ram it down your throat!"

"Threatening me to maintain your superiority? I'm impressed. It's very convincing," Daniel drawled. "I can see why David likes you! You must keep everyone on their toes." Chilly blue fixated on her with an obsessive gleam Gwen didn't like the look of. She fought through the fear, even as her knees threatened to give out beneath her. "Tell me Gwen, why do you stay here when you're sooo unappreciated? With a strength and willpower like yours, you could be leading the masses! People listen to you, I've seen it. David may be a joke, but you, you're special. You can do anything."

"Thanks, but flattery sounds cheap coming from a disgusting liar's mouth," Gwen spat.

"Who said anything about flattery? I'm one hundred percent honest at all times! Xemug says lies are a sign of dark energy overtaking your earthly form, and should only be used in the most dire of situations."

"What, like infiltrating the camp you were so rudely thrown out of?" He nodded, excited, and Gwen swore a long string of crude swears, giving him a rough shake. "You listen, and listen good. You're gonna tell me where David is. I'm going to save him, and then we're punting your sorry ass into the lake! And if you're smart, you'll stay under until you drown. You won't like what happens if I get my hands on you again."

Daniel sighed, sadly shaking his head. "Gwen, Gwen. There's no reason to get snippy! You're making us out to be enemies, when that's not what I want at all." Pale digits slipped around her wrist, then clenched down, trapping her hand against his chest. Gwen tensed, trying to break free, but Daniel looped his other arm around her waist and slotted their bodies neatly together. "Nono. The time for running is over! We're going to have a nice little chat, you and I."

"There's nothing I want to hear out of your fucking mouth except where David is!" Gwen's panic swelled. Every inch of Daniel was muscled and taut as a wire, fitting too easily against her, overwhelming her. And when he took hold of her nape, pressing down on the sensitive spots behind her ears, Gwen saw stars. "L-let go!"

"Why would I do a silly thing like that? We're talking!" Daniel spun her around and threw her against the desk. Gwen's forehead smacked against the top, pain ricocheting through her skull. "Besides…" Daniel bent over her, licking the shell of her ear. "I like touching you Gwen. And I think you feel the same."

"Then you're even crazier than I thought!" Gwen's nails scraped across the desk, but she couldn't grab hold of anything. And as strong as she was, she still couldn't move. Daniel had her pinned down like it was nothing. Part of her was traumatized at how easy he made it seem, and the other half...she refused to think about it. This wasn't David! It was Daniel, his hot breath dancing over her skin in a sickening parody of passion. Gwen snarled, and the furious tears began to build up. "I'm going to kill you. You hear me? You're a sick, perverted monster! Is this how you get your rocks off Daniel? Abusing people?"

"I'd hardly call it abuse. You're being dramatic." Daniel chided, clucking his tongue. He ground himself against her backside, and Gwen was mortified to find he was semi hard. No way. Was all the kissing and stuff NOT part of his act? "You're breathing awfully fast. Is something bothering you Gwen?"

"Yeah. You're still touching me!"

"I am." Daniel agreed with a roll of his hips, trailing his left hand across the arch of her spine, all the way down to where it naturally tapered off into the curve of her ass. The right made itself home on her ribs, drumming a cheerful beat on her freckled flesh. "Men are meant to touch beautiful women Gwen. Particularly ones so voluptuously blessed."

"Keep talking like that. You'll get to learn how my fist tastes when I smash it through that ugly face of yours," Gwen growled. There was a tremor of fear laced through it, and it only spiked at the sound of Daniel's husky laugh.

"I'll give you credit. You have some very creative insults. I haven't been this entertained in a long time!" He nestled his face into the curls gathered within her hair tie, plucking it free with his teeth. Maroon cascaded down her shoulders, blinding her as it mingled with the sticky blood and tears trickling down her face. "What was David thinking...if I were in his shoes, I would've snatched you up by now! A resilient, clever woman like yourself is so rare in this polluted, toxic age. The vocabulary could use some work, of course, but a few trips to the purifying sauna will fix that right up!"

Nausea swirled in her gut. "Purifying-?" No. Fuck that. She'd heard all about Daniel's torture methods firsthand from Max. "If you think I'll let you turn me into one of those bleached-assed, brainwashed zombies, you're dead wrong!"

"Is that so?" Daniel nudged her legs wider apart and caressed the exposed skin of her inner thighs. She couldn't see him, not through the haze of red, but Gwen felt him. She felt his lips pull back into one of those hideous gaping maws Daniel called a smile, and she felt him grasp the left cuff of her shorts, yanking them down. Not all the way; just an inch, then another, slowly. Taunting her. "Tell me Gwen. How, precisely, are you going to stop me?"

Gwen clenched her teeth, tasting copper. "Like this, you arrogant bastard." Pushing with all the strength she could muster, Gwen bucked off the desk and threw her head back, slamming it into his Daniel's face. The element of surprise was on her side. Daniel released an animalistic shout of pain and backed off, which was just long enough for her to pivot around and drive her booted foot deep into his stomach.

"I warned you. Don't. Fucking. TOUCH ME!" Gwen hissed, punctuating each word with another kick. Her head throbbed, and the cut on her forehead stung like someone had rubbed salt into it, but it was so goddamn worth it to watch Daniel collapse in on himself like a wet paper towel. "You stupid, crazy ass maniac! You think I'm an easy target? That I'll just bow to your whims, like some kind of stepford wife?!"

"Wife…." Daniel giggled, dabbing blood off his lips. "Now there's an idea!" Two mismatched eyes shot up to hers, burning with victory. Gwen, mid kick, didn't even get a chance to react, recoil. Anything. Daniel lunged forward and tackled her to the ground, pinning her down with his knees. Gwen slashed at him with her nails, bucking her hips to try and knock him free, but he was stronger. And then there was a bottle in his hand, the bandana around his neck unknotted and soaked in something pungent, sweet—

Chloroform. Really? How cliche could this guy get?

"Don't you dare!" Gwen glared at him, baring her teeth. "You're gonna be sorry, you stupid-!"

The fabric clamped down tight over her nose and mouth. "No more talking for you, I believe." Daniel frowned, brushing Gwen's bangs out of her face. He eyed the cut above her right brow with pure distaste. "Aw Gwen. Look at what you made me do! Lucky for you, I'm a master with a needle and thread. I'll have that mess fixed up in no time. But it'll have to wait until you're unconscious, I'm afraid. You've proven to be quite the capable opponent! My perfect match, dare I say."

What a joke. Gwen projected every hateful thought she could at him, violet irises glittering like gemstones. It worked like a charm. Daniel tsked, flicking the tip of her nose. "Don't be like that Gwen. If it makes you feel any better, I promise, no purification sauna for you! I doubt it'd work anyway. With a case like yours, we'll need to take a far more personal approach."

Personal...Gwen watched him adjust himself, crouching beside her on the floor while his pale fingers curled through her belt loops. She didn't understand, not at first. Then clarity smacked into her with all the emotional force of a trainwreck. No! No way in hell was this happening! Gwen frantically tried to pry his hand off her face, but the chloroform was making her sluggish. How much time did she have? Minutes, seconds?

"Stopstopstop! Daniel, stop!"

Daniel pretended not to hear her muffled cries. "I know it's difficult for you to understand right now Gwen. I promise though, this is for the best. As the ancient ones decreed long ago, sometimes the best approach to rehabilitate a nasty case of stubborn negativity is through the pleasures of the flesh!" Daniel pulled her shorts halfway down her thighs and traced the soft cotton of her underwear. "Hm. I expected something more...elaborate. The simplicity is a welcome surprise!"

Gwen shrieked, thrashing on the floor. She tried not to look, because it was Daniel touching her, and she knew that, but the resemblance to David was too much for her psychological health. With his head bowed over her torso, it looked like her co-counselor was the one doing these fucked up things to her. Gwen couldn't handle it. She screamed even louder, refusing to be cowed even as Daniel scooped her wrists up and pinned them above her head.

"This will all go much more smoothly if you stop fighting," he purred, kissing the spot above her navel. "Give in Gwen. Let the chloroform do its job. I swear, I won't do anything too obtrusive while you sleep! I simply want to acquaint myself with your body before we start the purification ritual."

Gwen sobbed, fighting the drugged fog pressing in on her, seemingly commanded by Daniel's whims. "NO!"

Daniel's mouth drifted lower and lower, until she felt the heat of his breath on her sensitive parts. But before he did something Gwen knew she'd never be able to forgive, nor forget, a noise outside the cabin jerked his head up. Someone was out there. "By Xemug's name," Daniel swore, fury contorting his face into a hideous mask.

Chest heaving, Gwen risked dragging more of the chloroform fumes into her lungs as she tried to scream again. A slap to the wounded side of her head made the noise die almost immediately. Gwen choked on the pain, fiery shards of agony piercing her skull until she was on the precipice of blacking out, barely a flicker of consciousness left. With it she felt Daniel adjust her clothes back into place as he grumbled about nosey children, and then Gwen was scooped off the ground and carried into the bathroom.

"Apologies my dear, but I think one of our favorite campers is poking around where he shouldn't be! We'll have to put this off till later." Daniel laid her in their beat up old tub, neatly smoothing her hair back against the chipped porcelain. "You'll forgive me, won't you?"

Favorite—Max. It couldn't be anyone else. Gwen twitched, mentally sighing with relief. If she'd guessed that something was wrong, then he was already two steps ahead of her. Clever kid. Either way, she was temporarily spared.

"Gonna...lose," Gwen slurred. Talking hurt. Daniel's last blow had hit too low, catching her jaw. She was gonna bruise, but spouting off to this asshole was worth it. "You're fucked Daniel. Hear me?"

Daniel's glare shot to her, then warmed significantly as he pulled a knife out of some mysterious holder he had hidden away on his person. "Don't be so sure!" He adopted David's blissfully cheerful tone, and Gwen's stomach dropped. "After all, I think we both know Max secretly adores his favorite camp counselor. All it takes is a minute alone together. And once that's done," Daniel trailed off, delicately scraping the knife point down her cheek, letting it wander between the valley of her breasts. "The chloroform should keep you under until then. Promise to behave for me?"

"Bite me."

"Only if you ask nicely," Daniel chirped. Gwen sneered, feeling her lashes flutter closed against her will as he covered her nose with the chloroform soaked bandana again. The sweetness filled her nostrils, soaking into her muscles with ease. She was dead weight, diving headfirst into a chemically induced coma that didn't prevent her thoughts from being any last thoughts from being any less murderous.

"Gonna stuff your damn skull, mount it on the wall," Gwen rasped with as much vitriol as she could muster before slumping back against the tub, unconsciousness taking over.

Daniel was dead. She was going to kill the mothefucker. One way or another, he'd pay for what he'd done. No one manipulated her, touched her without permission, and David—god, Gwen prayed he was ok. Maybe Max would find him. The kid was so dangerously smart, and he saw everything. He'd already beaten Daniel once anyway. Gwen had to have faith that he'd rescue David, and they'd be able to protect each other.

They had to, because Gwen didn't dare think about the alternative.