Morgue-Friends⛧

He was handsier than usual. Still these were not warming embraces or affectionate petting. Gloved hands would rest around your hips and around your throat casually. Fingertips tracing lines down your jugular.

Once again not in courtship but in ownership. Bold reminders that your body was no longer yours. Then his temperament changed. It was quieter than usual at first. Things that typically got a verbal response from the entity instead received approving or disapproving glances.

It was your idea to clean up a room inside the Neibolt house and move things around to make yourself more comfortable there for a few days since the clown was insistent that you stayed within close proximity. The soiled mattress you two had shared an ‘intimate’ moment on was flipped over on to its cleaner side and you brought bedding from your own home.

Splayed out on the mattress were a few books you brought to cope with the silence between the two of you. This was one of the few times you could have a moment to yourself as the creature was more than likely down in the sewers underneath the house feeding.

So you sat there on the mattress reading, waiting, like the loyal pet you were. It was evident that the clown fed multiple times a day. More than three times at least from what you’ve noticed.

Every time he was expectantly done he’d return from the abyss with blood decorating his mouth, suit and gloved hands. When he’d smile there would be bits of flesh lodged within his teeth.

Afterwards he’d sit there like that and the smell would begin to become rancid, the meat would rot, causing you to cross the street to your own home in the middle of the night to get wash rags and a bucket of water.

You were certain the entity could clean itself but relished in your discomfort. That night you cleaned him yourself. The rag in your hand wiping across the lower half of his face while your eyes never left his. They seemed darker than usual, the bright yellow hue now dimmer and washed out.

While your eyes studied his, you could tell the creature was deep in thought. There but simply not. Expressionless and present but elsewhere.

There was an endless list of things he could have been thinking about. If he hadn’t been verbally mute for the past two days perhaps he’d tell you. That or he’d tell you not to concern yourself with something you’d never understand.

The staring at each other didn’t last very long. Neither did cleaning him. The entire process was interrupted and you had the current experience of clawed finger tips digging into your thighs. Your skirt was hiked up to your abdomen and trembling legs wrapped around his hips. With your back rubbing against the peeling crusted wallpaper on the wall while your whimpers and pleas echoed off of it. The out of breath panting forcing your lungs to work harder.

Holding onto the clown suit for dear life while it pistoned it’s tendril in and out of you. Going against all natural laws of nature and pleasuring itself with it’s prey. After he’d finished you realized you’d bit your lip so hard you drew blood.

As expected he lapped that blood up, recoating his lips in the fluid. Without a word, he dropped you onto the mattress and left you alone again. After the endeavor you laid there discarded while thick globs of his clear spent seeped from your cunt.

He returned to the room completely clean and the hole in the groin area of the clown suit seemingly repaired. “How did you do that?” As expected he responded to you with nothing.

You grimaced and an impossibly wide smile with sharp teeth spread across his face. He reminded you of the face of a man you had seen while walking to the library to look for Linda’s sweater.

This behavior was so unlike him. Him not talking was crippling your anxiety. What if he really was bored of you this time? Or what if you had done something wrong and this was your punishment. To be demoted from a pet to an object. No verbal communication, just him fucking you when he felt the urge to and moving on like he scratched an annoying itch.

When he insisted on never giving you a response you turned over on the mattress and pulled the blanket over you to go to sleep. While sleeping that night you had violent vivid nightmares. Dead people, children screaming, crowds of people running covered in blood, a spider crawling over your skin and a blood red sky with three yellow balls of light swirling in a cloud.

Once you awoke you realized you were sweating miserably under the quilted blanket. The room felt hot and you just needed a breath of fresh air. You opened up a window and breathed heavily. It had to be some time in the afternoon of the next day with how bright the sky was.

Before anyone could spot you, you shut the window and sat down beside it. You haven’t had a vivid nightmare like that in days. Your fingers attempted to run through your tangled hair and you thought about how long it’s been since you’ve actually taken care of your appearance.

You had taken another vacation from work to deal with your mental health and you haven’t really been putting effort into yourself anymore. These past few days you’ve just been making sure to feed yourself, make yourself available and within eyesight of that thing, and cater to it’s needs.

Speaking of the devil, he was nowhere in sight. Typical behavior of him when you wake up. If he was busy that would give you time to go home, feed yourself, and change.

At least that’s before he might suddenly appear and decide to emotionally drain the life out of you. Recently his absurd and odd behavior burdened you with worry.

You just wanted back the version of him you had before this week started, the version of him that actually talked to and played with his pet. Look at how you were referring to yourself now, that thing had your head so messed up it was hard to tell up from down.

After making it home you ate, showered, changed clothes, and made an attempt at personal upkeep. Your hair was styled and no longer tangled along with your face finally being washed clean. The soiled clothes you wore were discarded for laundry and you went through your dresser for whatever outfit you would miss the least if it was torn.

A second meal was made for you to take across the street with you and you gathered extra needed supplies for your extended stay at the Neibolt house. Thankfully the house still somehow had electricity to power a few lamps.

You threw everything you needed into an old bag and then there was a knock on your front door. There was no expectation of visitors as you didn’t have any actual friends. At least not anymore.

To your surprise Carla, the senior managing nurse from your job, was outside your door with a bouquet of flowers. She had a smile on her face that made her wrinkles stretch even further than. She looked tired as well. No doubt from picking up your duties after you had taken your impromptu vacation.

“I just wanted to check in on you, you weren’t feeling so good last week.” She handed you the flowers and you couldn’t help but smell them, it’s been years since you’ve gotten flowers from anyone.

You offered her a tired smile back and welcomed her inside. “Thank you, they’re very pretty, but just know you didn’t have to.” Carla waved your remark away and looked around.

This was the first time anyone but Linda had been in your home. The older woman smiled as she looked at your family portraits on the wall. “So how have you been feeling? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

Her tone became serious and for a moment you felt embarrassed. She was right, you haven’t been yourself lately. “I know that I’m your boss but I just get worried about you. You’re so young and to see you so sad all the time…”

“I’ve been taking Linda’s death harder than I should, that’s all.” You hoped that response would be a sufficient excuse in her eyes. The concern in Carla’s face was evident and you had no idea she truly cared this much about you.

“You sure? This seems so much more than that.” Her question wasn’t accusatory but with a guilty conscience it certainly felt that way. You made yourself busy by putting the flowers into a vase to distract yourself.

“Just whatever it is, please know that you can tell me and I’ll listen.” You can’t tell her. She’d just never understand. When you turned around you noticed she was suspiciously eyeing your bag of supplies by the door.

“I’m donating that stuff.” Before she could make any assumptions you provided a cover up. It unfortunately didn’t seem to ease her worry.

The question Carla wanted to ask you never came, and for that you were grateful. The topic was dropped entirely and Carla talked to you about the patients in the children’s wing today. She humorously mentioned that one little boy thought that he’d get a present after his examination.

For what it was worth, it was nice to hear someone else’s voice today. Especially since you’ve only been hearing your own lately. You didn’t feel completely alone with the lack of the entity not talking to you but just ignored and unheard.

When the conversation slowed down between the two of you was the moment you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You needed a splash of water on your face to stay focused. While looking in the mirror you saw exactly what she described, a very tired and sad young woman. Your face showed your real age but your eyes showed someone much older. These past six weeks have aged you mentally whether you liked it or not.

The clown, yes him, he was the one to age you like this. This disgraceful mimicry of a relationship wasn’t doing you any good. And yet this was the most important and special you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

He didn’t need you but the fact that he wanted you made a difference. No matter how damaging that want was, it kept you going. You splashed some more cold water on your face to keep yourself looking alert and headed downstairs. From your view coming downstairs Carla was still sitting on the couch but leaned over like she was looking for something.

The more steps you descended the more something looked truly off. “Hey?” The older woman didn’t turn her body around to look at you and the feeling of dread stirred within you.

After you were in proximity of the couch it became evident that something was very wrong. A scream left your mouth as Carla slouched over on the couch and you got the full glimpse of the horror. There was a large hole straight through her stomach to the other side. Out of it and strewn across her lap were her entrails that she was leaning over.

Her long hair dangled from her scalp while droplets of blood followed. She was bleeding from her nose and open mouth creating a steadily growing puddle. The flesh of her back around the hole appeared like something had ripped through the front of her stomach and exited out the other side.

Why didn’t she scream? Why didn’t she call for help? You were just upstairs when this happened. Dropping next to her side you pushed the idea out of your head about checking her pulse. There was no use in doing that for some that was clearly dead,

Her eyes were open and her face was pale, she was gone. She brought you flowers, she worried for you, she talked to you and now she is dead. You had no doubt in your mind about who had done this.

Due to that the anger, hatred and guilt you should be feeling right now got swallowed down and resurfaced as numbness. Numbness to the hurt, to the urge to puke, and to betrayal. But was it truly betrayal if he was never loyal to you?

This time it was actually your fault, you invited her in your home knowing that across the street was the den of something destructive and volatile. The blame told you that it could have been possible that she did scream, that she did cry, and yet it went unheard to you. Unheard to you because you’ve been trained to be blind and deaf to the horror of his actions.

With blood caking the bottom of your boots, it made your first steps away from the scene sticky and unbalanced. Then the thought appeared into your head that it could still be here. He might even be not so merciful with you either.

You shuffled to your supplies bag, grabbing it and frantically opening the door. If you could still get back across the street even after seeing that, then maybe the creature’s wrath wouldn’t be that detrimental. Before you could close the door behind you, you paused after hearing what sounded like a picture frame falling onto the floor.

Slowly you turned around to see the clown in your home staring down at one of your family portraits. The glass of the frame was shattered across the floor and a piece of glass had slid so far it made it to the blood pool forming beneath Carla’s head.

“Why would you-“

“ - What a happy little family. You’ve been gone for quite awhile haven’t you?” He interrupted you as if he had no care for anything you’d grovel to say.

Your jaw dropped as that was probably the first time he’s verbally addressed you in days. The vulnerable and weak side of you drew you to walk closer to him and drop to your knees. A tortured smile made its way on to your face and the fabric under the clown suit ruffled under your hands.

“You’re talking to me, you-“

“Too bad you were raised to be such an ungrateful thing.” His tone appeared to be sardonic and yet his words still hurt you. Immediately you shook your head ‘no’ in protest. “No? Are you sure of that?” Hesitantly you rose to your feet and took steps backward as he approached you forward.

“I didn’t mean to stay long, I got distracted.” Tears welled in your eyes and a sudden pang in your chest was felt after looking back at Carla's slouched body.

“I kept you. I gave you my attention and yet you still sought it from others… Ungrateful, greedy, and a stupid little fawning lamb you are.” Those dim golden eyes became an absurdly bright deep red. You’ve never seen his eyes change to that color before. It looked so unnatural and unpredictable. He was beginning to get loud with you and surely the headache you’ll get will pay for it later.

The denim of your jeans dragged through the pooled blood on the floor creating a bigger mess. Crawling on your hands and knees away from him left thick bloody handprints across the polished wood. “I’m sorry!” That plea was drowned out pitifully under the noise of his heavy footsteps.

“You believe that I need your apology? I am a god. I am an eater of worlds! You are nothing. All you’ll ever be is nothing. Just a loser. My loser.” Your hand gripped around the lamp’s pole to get yourself up to reach for the door knob and a sharp burning sensation caused you to pull the lamp down entirely. The bulb shattered inside the lampshade and skewed glass in your direction.

Instinctively your hands went to the source of the pain, the back of your right upper thigh, and when you looked at them they were even bloodier than before. He scratched you, scratched you deep that time. The separation of skin burning and searing like a hellfire of no other. Both gloved hands of his were bloody now mimicking yours, the one he used to kill Carla and the other tipped with claws that he lacerated you with.

You managed to finally grasp your hand around the doorknob and yanked it open. If you didn’t leave you were going to die on this floor, he’d kill you in a fit of unashamed rage. So you bolted, limping and out of breath, but the adrenaline kept you going. After sprinting across the street into the Neibolt you slammed and locked the door behind you.

He didn’t have to use the front door of the home to reach you but there was nothing else you could do. At any moment you could have tried to get out of this situation and you made no effort to. You got contempt with a dangerous ‘animal’ and it came back to bite you. Using your hand, you put pressure on the back of your thigh just to stop the bleeding from soaking the bottom of your pants legs.

If you went upstairs, downstairs, or to the neighbor’s house it didn’t matter, if he wanted to get to you he would. As if on cue he proved himself to be already inside the house with you. As he descended for the flight of stairs unhurried and looking quite frankly bored of the situation now. “Stay away from me!’

The clown pointed at himself and looked around as if you may have been talking to someone else. He comically laughed, a hint of his anger fading as if you weren’t truly worth it or important enough for his wrath from the beginning.

“Did I do that?” As he points at your bleeding leg his smile is snarky and it infuriates you. The clown ignores the scowling expression on your face and sniffs the air. One side of you was upset and hurt and the other relieved and validated. He had been both cruel and merciful to you at the same time.

The entity injured you, yet had not killed and devoured you. If It wanted to kill you surely he would have done so by now. It could probably get another replacement for you easily. Just had to find another vulnerable girl and break her in like he did with you, that thought made you feel jealous.

His eyes rolled back and revealed the whites of his eyes once he caught a hint of the scent he was looking for. The scent of your building arousal. That ordeal left you fearful, and it was fear and pain that could get such a rise out of you.

“You’re sick in the head little fawner. Have you tried checking into Juniper Hill?” He cackled in your face, purposely taking the situation less serious than it was. Your upper thigh had stopped bleeding but it ached and throbbed, reminding you that he had wounded you.

Those yellow orbs resurfaced to look at you. It was almost like he was never enraged with you, and didn’t go several days without talking amongst other weird behaviors.

“What’s wrong with you? You weren’t talking to me and you're just - you’re being weird. You were so upset, and at first you were all over me!” Pitiful and frantic your grievances were. For a moment it said nothing and stared at you, clearly amused. His eyes flashed red again temporarily and you took a step back.

“I can show you.” A gloved hand extended and waited patiently for your acceptance. The patience was only a symptom of his confidence. Confidence in the fact that you were such a silly curious lamb that you’d accept his offer.

It’s conditioned you, changed you into the perfect prey where it can do no wrong in your eyes. It can make you bleed, hurt you immeasurably, and you'd still welcome it back into your heart with open arms. As expected you placed your hand in his much larger one.

His gloved hand was stained with Carla’s blood and holding it made you feel sick to your stomach. Just another painful reminder that the death toll of people you knew would never stop rising. Not while he kept you at least. His hand guided you downward onto your knees and the frigidness of the floorboards became painfully aware through your jeans

Still, better in here than to freeze in the sewers. The clown’s further movements appeared slightly rushed in nature as he used a claw to split open a hole in his groin of his suit and reveal the black slit you’ve become so familiar with. The tendril that emerged was far more swollen than usual. The tip of it was now a deep red when typically the entire shaft would be a pale pink color.

It looked so much different compared to the previous times you’d seen it, its autonomous movements were more sporadic and appeared angry. Curling and twisting upon itself with fervor. You could stand up and refuse, fight for your life even.

Just say that you hate this, you hate him and wish the two of you never met. You could have a drop of dignity for yourself, but none of that was true. You were right where you wanted to be, right where he wanted you to be. The relationship the two of you shared was sick and disgusting and neither of you could get enough of it.

Obediently you opened your mouth and once the tip came into contact with your tongue. Once his ‘cock’ went further into your mouth the entire thing stopped moving and went rigid. Just like it would when you were taking it inside of you.

You got a taste of the clear thick fluid that always seemed to weep from the opening of it. The taste wasn’t horrible but you couldn’t describe it, same with it’s saliva. It tasted so different that there was nothing on this planet that you could compare it to. While you took more of his girth into your mouth, a sharp black claw extended and cut your upper lip.

Before you could put your hands on your face he wagged a gloved finger at you and you were forced to let your lip bleed speckles of blood onto his shaft. The presence of a hand on the back of your head silently urged you to continue. The taste of pennies and iron mixed with his natural musk to make the act more indecent. Your tongue rubbed itself against the ridges of his length and you earned an approving growl from the clown.

Surely you couldn’t take the whole thing into you mouth but that didn’t stop it from trying to press your head further on. He was so tall that while on your knees your head had to go up at an angle to get the organ you needed into your mouth. Once the resistance of it’s gloved hand ceased you began hollowing out your cheeks.

Your mouth sucked him in as deep as you could, moving your head up and down it’s length. Tears brimmed within the corners of your eyes, an effect of being utterly suffocated by his length. Eventually moving your own head in rhythm became obsolete when the entity’s claws grazed your scalp. You were held still and the creature in front of you did all the work by thrusting into your mouth.

Either you weren’t doing it right, or the clown allowing you to have just a smidge of control over your own movements was unsatisfying for it. Whatever it was had the result of him removing all autonomy from you. When the choking and gagging sent you into a coughing fit, you clutched your throat and he removed his member from your mouth.

“Oh that’s right, breathing…” A sneer was evident in his tone of voice while he watched you like the fragile pathetic thing you were. You held the strands of your hair back with your hands as you tried to catch your breath. The strands in the front around your face were mostly wet from your own saliva on it, as well as whatever fluid leaked from his slit.

How careless of him to not realize something as long and wide as your forearm would surely clog your nasal passage while obstructing your mouth. When you looked up at him again a scream erupted from your throat. For a split second something much larger stood in his spot.

Eight legs stood boldly on the floor boards taking up the entire room, articulated limbs extended from its upper torso. Scaled skin with rivets and huge eyes staring at you, large chelicerae below them brandishing two black fangs. It looked like a giant spider but such an awful and horrific version of one. A split second blink and the spider had vanished and your eyes were back on the clown you had grown so familiar with.

“Seeing things?” A wicked grin formed on it’s face and you could only press your back closer against the wall. Deep lashes of fear whipped your stomach brutally. The sight you’d witnessed was so jarringly terrifying. In that moment your eyes were wide with alarm as you watched him wearily. Of all the forms and ‘masks’ he wore, this one affected you the most.

Something was just so different. The air you had regained felt like it had been sucked back out of your lungs. The feeling of seeing something you were never intended on this Earth to see enveloping you. Something cosmically unacceptable. You tried to form a full sentence but your brain was so addled by the glimpse you had been given. The heart you were born with beating so frantically from the adrenaline rush, that getting your breath back took even longer.

Even when you looked at the clown himself the vision of the horrific spider wouldn’t go away, like it was seared into your frontal lobe.

“Give it a few seconds and you’ll show me just how insane you are.”

“What?”

“3. 2. 1!”

Then you felt it, the arousal. It sat as a hearth, low and deep within your pelvis. Why did your body betray you like this? Obscene horror and aversion should be acknowledged differently and yet you cowered with shame and lust. It was like the entity knew your own body better than you did and it’s knowledge would prove superior over yours every time.

You yelped loudly, distracted from your own thoughts when the denim of your jeans began to shred. More clothing made a loud ripping sound as you were made bare. While shredding the clothing his claws carelessly nicked you in sporadic areas making your skin sting. Usually it took it’s time humiliating you to get you to undress for it.

Now it’s movements are hasty and far less controlled than they were typically. It’s not like you were upstairs on the mattress with bedsheets, he was clearly just going to have you on the hard wood floor. Above you the clown’s form caged your body in, giving you no warning when the tendril lined itself up with your entrance and plunged in.

The abnormally thicker shaft from the swelling made you feel white hot heat from the stretch. He hilted himself and the prior brutal intrusion caused your walls to spasm around him. The organ went rigid inside you and a quick snap of his hips made your head bounce on the hard wood floor.

The yellow orbs beaming down at you soon morphed into a feral red. A vision of the horrid arachnid creature you saw moments ago flashed in your mind and you clenched even tighter. When the thrusting started you were already a whimpering mess. A whimpering mess that was suffering from a wound you’d have to go home and stitch up and pray you don’t die of an infection from.

Officially you were beginning to wonder how long you’d last before he’d break you then get bored and move on. Moments like this where he had you pinned down, sharp teeth on display and claws tracing welts on to your skin made your worries vanish. You were driven by lust just like he was. Only now his lust appeared to be much more animalistic and hasty.

The erratic thrusting caused you to lose your train of thought, just to hear the cacophony of growling and hissing noises emerging from within him made your back arch. You were causing him to make these noises, no he was making himself create these noises by using you.

Nonetheless you got pleasure from it too, to have something so vile defile you like this. If you angled your hips under him just right the clown suit cascading him rubbed up against your clit with each thrust. A gloved hand latched on to your throat and forced you to look at him directly in his bright glowing red eyes.

It squeezed tightly, obstructing your airway and causing your orgasm to arrive while you felt light headed. He climaxed too, stilling inside you and his organ twitching while delivering hot spurts of fluid inside you.

Instead of pulling out after your rough coupling he stayed inside your warmth. Something was off, it’s tendril stayed rigid and never softened inside you. An attempt was made from you at trying to sit up but his much larger frame still engulfed yours. A searing stretch let you know that your canal was widening along with the base of his ‘cock’.

Even while writhing under the entity it paid no attention to your discomfort. He made his own attempt at removing himself but the knot that formed at the lower end of his shaft kept the two of you connected. This has never happened before and you were entirely disoriented.

The awkwardness of just laying below him and being stuck together was beginning to get to you. If anything, him being bored and unentertained was just as dangerous as him being hungry.

“W-Were you able to scratch your ‘itch’?” A simple question. Something to serve as a reminder that you were still indeed able to interact with it and not just a silent toy made of devourable flesh laying beneath the creature.

“Barely.” As the knot in his shaft became softer the tendril began to work its way in and out of you slowly. It was an unintentionally tender moment that was expectingly going to be short lived. You were waiting for the instant that the creature was going to release you and move on to return to whatever abyss of shadows it would wade in today. And to your surprise he started fully thrusting again.

This was entirely abnormal post coital behavior for it. Typically he’d get what he wanted from you and that would be the end of it until he’d become interested in you again. This change in it’s behavior throughout this week hasn’t made any sense. Your legs made a try at closing shut as your were beginning to ache in between your legs from the prolonged coitus.

The self protective reaction from you was simply ignored by the clown, a deep sigh left your mouth out of frustration that you couldn’t just wiggle away either. A gloved hand slipped between your legs and two claw tipped fingers rubbed intense circles around your clit. The tips of the claws grazed your labia painfully. The gleaming pleasure that made your hips raise up into his thrusts was more than enough of a reward for such discomfort.

“You’re just so easy sometimes.” Of course it relished in your embarrassment. Even during moments as intimate as this. He’d tell you the most humiliating things about yourself while pistoning his tendril like cock inside of you.

Before you knew it, it’s pace quickened, sounds of the monster’s body meeting with your own amongst the audible squelching of your sex. That second orgasm he brought you to was streamlined by a concatenation of moans escaping from your lips. That time it hurt, righteously so. If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have it any other way. The horror that he was had taught you physically, mentally and spiritually that there was no such thing as pleasure without pain.

To have one you must also have the other. Everything was this dynamic with the clown, your fear and lust, pleasure and pain, in the end you’d want it all the same. That abnormal knot spread you wide again and he didn’t wait this time for it to soften. His onslaught of thrusts continued, knocking the wind out of your lungs as the firm knot in his shaft was jammed into your entrance.

With each drag of his shaft, your legs shook and walls fluttered. It was too much and too little at the same time. Your body was struggling to handle it while mentally you needed everything the clown had to give you.

The heaviness of your eyelids became discernible as you felt an increasing ache within your muscles. How much longer would you have to lay bare on the wood floor? If he was truly a god he could keep doing this to you for hours, days even. He’d be the death of you, but there would be nothing as poetic as that. You could die here from lack of food and water and still never be truly free of him.

Your suspicions were confirmed when the cycle continued even while the night sky that shone through the dilapidated windows became dark. Over and over again was a sequence of him fucking you, finishing within you, knotting you, and then repeating the process.

Vulnerability and lack of ignorance kept you on that floor beneath him. This entire time it’s blood hued eyes gazed into your own so it would have been impossible to miss your look of exhaustion. At one point your hands clenched the fabric of the clown suit for composure and pleaded with him. He simply stared deeper into your eyes and used a gloved hand to coax your mouth open so he could spit in it.

That action made you feel so dirty. It’s in the bottom tier of immoral things he’s done, but you couldn’t help but feel like an object. His saliva had a twinge of blood within it. Your reaction amused him as expected. After all you were his plaything, the plaything he broke and put back together with things in the wrong places to confuse you.

Your eyes blinked together slowly and then stayed closed for a long time. Couldn’t have been for more than a minute that it happened. In your dreams that same horrific spider form appeared. It chased you through the sewers and then feasted upon you. When you regained consciousness you awoke to it’s frame still engulfing yours, the feeling of the abruptness of him still inside you. All the pain and pleasure flooded your muddled senses. He was still fucking you, more roughly even.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep? You say the most interesting thingssss.” A tear rolled down the side of your face

“I haunt those dreams of yours don’t I? I corrupt them, devour them even.” He had a pleased expression upon his painted face. Fangs bared in dominance and eyes glazed over a red as bright and vivid as a fresh droplet of blood. This thing could see inside your mind, and examine your memories, feelings, and thoughts as if it were shuffling through files in a drawer.

“You’re close aren’t you? Can’t you feel it?.” He knew before you did. The combination of pressure to your clit and his prolonged intrusion and thrusting even while you were unconscious built up painfully so. It’s thrusts became faster, chasing it’s obviously more important orgasm.

It finished first and then you followed soon after. Painful cramping and surges of pleasure, radiated within your stomach. You were filled and knotted by him again, something he had done to you many times today.

In the after glow, the intimacy was over. You were released and allowed to move away from him and cover yourself up with a dusty sheet. His eyes were no longer red and returned back to their familiar yellow hue. The creature’s disposition changed and he was behaving in his usually unbothered state as if nothing had happened.

He waved you off disinterestedly when you asked to go home and tend to your wounds. Your clothes were shredded so you had to sneak across the street in the darkness of the night within the sheet to make it to your home. Once Inside, you immediately disinfected every laceration and stitched up the deep gashes he left across the back of your thigh.

It was a strenuous task but after laying down and putting your legs up in front of a mirror you were able to see and sew the skin together. To your surprise you discovered he had bit you while you were sleeping as well.

There were puncture marks of an animal with far too many teeth to be human on your collarbone. It wasn’t deep enough to be an issue but stung like hell when you disinfected it. A much needed shower was taken and you put on fresh clothes.

It took every bit of strength in you to return back to the Neibolt house and put yourself back into danger’s way. Upon re-entry you could see the dried blood droplets staining the wood of the floor from when you bled from your leg earlier. The clown was in his usual area upstairs seemingly bored again.

“Do you like me?” After that question left your mouth you truly wished it hadn’t. If he were to reject you right now for whatever reason that would simply break you. Of all the times he’s made you shed blood the wound of rejection would be the one to destroy you.

“Do I like you? Potentially. Maybe. Just a little. As much as one can like their pet.” You’ll take that. That was a step above you being nothing to him. It even brought a smile to your face. His teasing tone implied there was something deeper and if there truly was he’d never tell you.

That night you slept better than you had in a very long time. For once while sleeping you could feel his presence in the room while you slept. It felt dark, cold… and malevolent. All that and yet it also felt welcoming, doting and even possessive over you.

At work the next day, all the happiness you experienced last night dropped to your stomach. Carla wasn’t there. The events of last night played over in your head from Carla checking in on you, to coming downstairs and seeing her corpse slumped over. That morning when you went home to get dressed she was no longer there, more than likely dragged into the sewers to rot with the rest of his victims

Everyone at work panicked saying that Carla would never be absent from work without a prior notice. Rumors started by the afternoon that she had up and left Derry because she and her husband had been having marital issues.

You sat there in silence and guilt as another senior nurse took over the schedule for the day. The older woman looked tired and frantic as she tried to get all the nurses organized. Towards the end of your shift the hospital entrance was bombarded by high school aged children.

They all looked confused and were dropped off by military personnel who said that their school had a gas leak. You took vitals of a fourteen year old boy who’s skin was cold to the touch and he mentioned something about floating over ice. None of the children were making any sense about the circumstances of the gas leak.

You got a tap on your shoulder by another nurse who informed you to come to the office as there was someone on the phone line waiting to speak to you. The teenage patient was taken over by the other nurse and you made your way to the office. Once making it inside, the receptionist waved you over to the phone and handed it to you.

“It’s a call from a woman named Linda, honey.” Your best friend’s been dead for over a month. Rotting in that sewer just like your manager was. Taken from you and eaten savagely by an entity who had you wrapped around it’s finger.

“H-Hello?”

You weren't going to bring the card inside, that was just too far. This was your home and your safe place. That one item would corrupt the peace and innocence of the place you felt the safest in.

You opened the card on your porch and the contents inside of it appeared to be a riddle. ‘Appreciated by a name given but not born to roam. Your calls of no words are heard but only mine are answered. What are you?’ A frown made its way onto your face. You weren't going to spontaneously have the answer after operating off two hours of sleep.

Lowering the card from your face, the Neibolt house came back into view. You'd always thought the front of that house looked like it could have been modeled to be a face, the two busted in and boarded up windows as eyes and the patio with steps and a door in the middle as a mouth.

Last week the military showed up and told you to not come out of your home as there had been a severe gas leak at the house. The smell of gas wasn't identifiable until they had showed up, if you were lucky the trauma you endured the week before was all just a gas poisoning hallucination. However the healing bite mark on your shoulder begged to differ.

This is the first real contact it has made with you in two weeks since the supermarket incident. That creature just observed you from the shadows. Never showing itself and keeping the tension and your own anxiety levels high. It's been watching you long enough that you knew what it felt like while it was peering in on your life.

Sometimes you'd go a day or two without feeling its presence but it would always return and remind you of its grasp. The familiarity of its proximity wasn't becoming any easier to stomach as you know just what this creature was capable of doing to others. It invaded your privacy and made you feel apprehensive at the most inopportune times and continued to keep it’s real identity an enigma.

The fact that you haven't had a real conversation with it in days meant you couldn't be that special to it. So you still had to keep your guard up, once it was tired of you, you'd be useless. Rubbing your aching shoulder, it became apparent that it'd be time to take your pain medicine soon.

That bite has caused you to go through multiple boxes of gauze and cotton balls tending to your wounds to make sure you don't die of an infection. You placed the red card into your mailbox before heading inside your home.

All your framed photos of Linda you owned were face down in your bedroom. Day by day her stare in every photo had grown disappointed and weighed heavily on your conscience. The guilt and remorse you felt changed those beautiful photos into a grim reminder. Once in your bathroom mirror you changed into a fresh nightgown and got your hair ready for the next day. If you didn't keep up your appearance and pretend like everything was normal they'd surely send you to Juniper Hill.

This entity hollowed you out from the inside and shaped you into a shell of your former self in one night and resorted to stalking it’s creation. You dropped your morals, loyalty and convictions that night in the sewers because it knew you would.

It's been right this entire time, you are a fawner.

Time after time again you put others' approval above your happiness, your life of feeling alone and having trouble making friends made you into a willing victim. Sure you were under duress and it was a life or death matter but it will always be in the back of your mind that you laid there, willingly. When looking into the face of death you didn't push back or fight, you submitted obediently.

After you were ready for bed and the lights were off, some part of you expected to see some kind of atrocity in the darkness and instead there was nothing. To feel both disappointment and relief at the same time only confused you further. As you stared up at the ceiling above you, you thought of the riddle on the card again. As you drifted off to sleep the answer came to you suddenly. ‘What am I?’ A pet.

After you awoke in the morning, you got dressed as usual in your nurses uniform. Typically you'd call your parents to let them know that you're fine before you head to work but you haven't done that in several days. They knew you were grieving and gave you the space you needed but this was one of the few times you wished they hadn't.

To be left in this space of being alone but not entirely was maddening. Fortunately, this morning you were actually alone. That feeling of coldness that would wash over you while it watched you was absent.

It was like a dark cloud had left from trailing over you and the sun was able to shine upon you again with its heat. All the pain and suffering that dark cloud carried with it seemed to subside too. The journey to work was quiet and you were somewhat thankful for that after getting through the entrance of the hospital. Being left alone with your own thoughts in silence like that felt dangerous. All the guilt, remorse, and now secrets that you had to keep felt like it was all going to boil over soon.

“There's my favorite children's wing nurse!” Carla, the senior nurse lead of pediatrics waved you over. The false smile on your face strained the longer you held it but your eyes told a deeper story. She handed you your clipboard for the day and before you could walk off she grabbed your shoulder.

Her expression changed from excited to concerned as she leaned in close so she could whisper to you. “You have a little situation…” Her eyes trailed down to your skirt forcing you to look down as well and your heart sunk when you noticed the trail of blood sliding down your leg.

Before any of the children and parents in the waiting room could see you, you turned the corner by the check in desk and kept your walk to the bathroom normal in case anyone was watching you and once inside you doubled over. A sharp pain in your pelvis let you know this was exactly the ailment you expected it to be. With tissue you quickly wiped up the dripping blood and balled it up and held it between your legs. After that you had to head to the nurses station to grab a sanitary napkin and belt for it, then you returned to the bathroom.

As you walked through the hallways kids waved at you and one little boy even tried to follow you on your journey and you had to politely smile at him and tell him to return to his parents with the sanitary napkin tucked far up your shirt. Once in the bathroom you worked as quickly as possible using soap and water to wipe your legs, stuffing your knickers with tissue and then applying the belt to hold up the sanitary napkin. When you were done with everything your nurses cap was lopsided and you were sweating heavily. In the mirror both of your eyes were red with exhaustion and being on the verge of crying.

You've just never gotten your cycle that heavy or quickly before. Never once has it bothered showing up so prominently during a shift as well. When you were satisfied with how you looked you turned around and walked. Your breath hitched and you didn't have time to scream when you tripped over something. Once your face had hit the porcelain floor below you, there was a ringing noise within both your ears.

Your hands shot straight to your ears while your vision made the room spin. There was water on the floor from where you washed your legs but that wasn't what you tripped on. When you put your hands onto the wet floor to steady yourself you noticed what looked like a pile of maggots wiggling in a line to something behind you.

When you stood up, balancing your weight on the sink, you slipped and pulled a muscle trying to reach the door. Relieved that you didn't fall that time you noticed the entire floor was flooded with water compared to just a puddle a few moments ago. As you looked behind you, you realized what you had tripped over was Linda's body. She was sitting up right and covered in maggots. Her eyes were hollowed out and her jaw laid slack and hanging from the rest of her face. It seemed like the water began to rise at your feet and you quickly made your way to the bathroom door.

Once in front of the door you realized it wouldn't budge. The handle wouldn't turn and when you kicked it, it simply broke off and left the door unmoving. With no other choice you started banging on the door and screaming. The water level had grown to be knee height and that’s when you began hyperventilating.

You couldn't swim, and with every step it felt like you were sinking deeper. Periodically you checked behind you to make sure the corpse hadn't moved but that didn't help you calm down as the fear of drowning was your foremost thought.

Linda's body was almost completely submerged under water while a bright red balloon surfaced from beneath and floated to the ceiling. It dragged its attached string through the water as it traveled quickly towards you. The balloon stopped about two feet from behind you and you turned around. The water level was currently at your chest and tears were falling from your eyes while your banging on the door hadn't ceased.

Suddenly the balloon popped and behind it was Linda's corpse wading through the water making its way over to you. The corpse dove under the water and you felt claws graze against your right thigh and your need to escape soared. You started trying to bash the door in with your shoulder as the water level rose to be neck deep and rising faster.

Before you knew it you were holding your breath under the water struggling to swim and trying to get your head above the surface. Suddenly the door swung open and you screamed and heard Carla scream as well. There were tears in your eyes and a big bruise spread about your nose. After looking around the bathroom there was no water, no maggots, and no Linda, just you and a broken bathroom door handle. You weren’t even drowning, you had been standing perfectly still at the door. Unsurprisingly your clothes and hair were also completely dry.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me!” Carla scolded you while she picked up the handle off the floor and began screwing it back on to the door. Silently you stared at her with a loss for words. Every glance she took over at you made you feel crazy.

There was nothing you could do or say to make her believe what just happened to you. Due to that, here you were again feeling isolated again. You wiped the tears off your face and grabbed your clipboard off the sink. Even if you were alone in terms of feelings, you weren't alone anymore physically.

That thing, Pennywise, now proved that he knew your place of work. Further pressing the idea that this thing has been watching you before you'd even known about it. Probably before Linda went missing as well. It knew you well enough to use all your fears against you. As you left the bathroom and headed to the waiting room you wondered about what even drew it to you.

Was it because you were so vulnerable? So vulnerable that it made you an easy target just like the children were. The playing kids in the waiting room made the feeling of dread rise in your chest. There were so many potential victims here and it was now only present because this was where you worked. You called up the first family on your clipboard into the examination room and got the child settled, weighed, and then vitals taken to prepare them to meet with the doctor.

While you took the seven year old boy’s height he told you all about what he’s learning in school, and how he got a new puppy, what he ate for dinner and as well as many other things that he seemed so excited to share with you and it made you smile. There wasn't a hint of care or concern in his eyes as he was free to be in the most innocent state that he could be.

All the worrying of the evils in this world and its dangers were left to his mother. When the doctor came in to assess his fever, you parted with the two of them and went back to the waiting room.

There were many more patients on your clipboard that had been waiting and you didn't want to waste any more time than you already had. Throughout the day you did intakes for child after child with no end in sight. Entertaining each one while you took their vitals and discussed symptoms and concerns with their parents.

The terror you endured this morning still lingered at the back of your mind while you made your rounds. You were moments from drowning to death and there was no one you could talk to or confide in. Your best friend was gone and your parents would never believe you.

In a twisted way the one person you could find closure with was the causation of such terror. It was almost like you were being set up to depend on the problem to help with THE problem. That afternoon your lunch break was spent with you quietly eating alone.

You were growing tired with the day, your adrenaline peaked and energy had been spent from avoiding dying to a hallucination this morning. It seemed like the clown was either seeking your attention or metaphorically posing as the white rabbit of your grisly wonderland to let you know that your time was almost up.

After your lunch break and you resumed checking in children that dreaded dark cloud made its way over you again. The temperature of the room began to feel colder and you visibly became more nervous. Other nurses started to notice your odd behavior and it only got worse when the next child patient had a woman with them that seemed to stare right through you.

The smile on her face was welcoming but something was very off putting about it. The woman was far older than you and her dark brown eyes were glassy and glazed over making the stare feel deeper.

When you approached her and the child who appeared to have a bad case of chicken pox she spoke first. “You're really pretty.” Both you and the child shared a confused glance together. When you checked your clipboard for details you saw her name was Ingrid Kersh.

“Hello Mrs. Kersh and Angela. I see here you've got chicken pox! Itchy right?” You pretended to scratch an invisible itch and the child giggled loudly. “Are you mom?”

When you glanced at Mrs. Kersh she still had that off putting smile on her face, maybe you were reading far too deep into it. “Actually no, I'm a housekeeper at Juniper Hill. I offered to take Angela in today as she feels uncomfortable with the other staff.”

The girl beside her looked up at Mrs. Kersh and you can see there was genuine trust in her eyes. Perhaps your guard was up too high, if the child could trust her maybe you were overreacting. At the same time it’s better to overreact than be surprised with betrayal.

You have seen Ingrid's name on previous check ins so you knew she must have brought in children from the asylum frequently as they seemed to trust her too. While you led the both of them into an empty examination room that dark cloud you fought so hard to ignore followed right behind you.

After taking Angela's measurements a sharp pain in your stomach forced you to clutch it and face the wall, you weren't going to let the child see you in pain. “Are you alright?” Ingrid's concerned voice went ignored by you. This was the last patient of the day, the faster you got this over with the faster you could leave your shift.

Angela opened up her school bag and accidentally dropped many pages of hand drawn pictures. You dropped to your knees to help her pick them up and a frown made its way onto your face. There he was on one of the pages, drawn in multicolored crayons but it was undoubtedly him. He was a stick figure but you just knew it had to be him. The makeup and bucktoothed grin were clear as day.

“Ingrid, is it okay if you left the room for a moment?” She had been staring at you already but when your eyes met hers she nodded nervously. You waited until you heard her heels clicking off down the hall looking back at the other drawings on the floor. One of them appeared to be a large spider, and another one looked like a storm drain.

“Have you seen this before?” After bringing the art of a clown up to the child’s face she nodded her head ‘yes’, as if she thought she was in trouble.

Your heart broke, what could you even say to her about this? That there was a creature that was inevitably going to eat her? If you warned her would this result in you being punished or hurt like you were that night in the sewers? Even if you could tell her the full story or that she was in danger, the effect of his lingering watch remained in the same room meaning that he’d know immediately.

The healing bite on your shoulder ached as you thought this situation over. Angela sat before you confused by your silence while you still held onto the drawing. Looking into her eyes nothing but innocence stared back at you. That was enough, you had to say something, falling back would make you responsible for what’s to come. Before you could speak, the drawing you held in your hands caught your attention again.

There were words on the paper now. ‘You’ll die if you try’, written in bold red letters. So you stayed quiet, carefully picked up all of Angela’s drawings and placed them into her school bag. It got you to bend the knee and go against your morals once more just like the loyal pet you were.

Your stomach felt as if it had done a flip and twisted upon itself. The feeling of disgust with your actions overwhelmed you. That thing had gotten what it wanted out of you yet again. If you disobeyed there was no telling what it would do to you, what morbid hallucination it would show you or what lies it would tell to deceive you.

That overreaching dark cloud and its hold dissipated from the room. You were no longer being watched. If that was a test of loyalty against your morals then you surely passed.

To your relief Carla walked into the examination room to relieve you of your duties as she knew that you weren't feeling well. Your hand wasted no time tugging off your nurse's cap once out of the door and you heard the sound footsteps behind you.

Instead of the gleeful clown you were expecting to gloat about his win it was Ingrid bringing you a sheet of paper. Upon examining it and knowing that it was clearly her phone number you were beginning to get irritated . “Here, just in case you want to talk or you know anything really. We have a mutual friend.” You truly didn’t have the patience for this.

She saw the aggravated expression on your face and felt the need to further explain herself. “This may be sudden but I've just heard a lot about you is all.” Ingrid shrugged her shoulders and her eyes appeared to get teary and red. If she was a friend of Linda's it was hard to imagine why you've never heard of her.

Cautiously you accepted the paper and promised you'd call her before she gave you an awkward hug and walked back to the examination room. You stood there in shock before you decided you didn't want to stay any longer and went to the nurses station to grab your things.

A fresh sanitary napkin and a pair of jeans were grabbed as well to change into before going home. That time you used a different bathroom on the second floor of the hospital to avoid going to the death trap from this morning.

On your walk home you thought more about Ingrid, maybe the woman was just as lonely and vulnerable as you were. She seemed to look at you and talk to you as if you two were already close and even family. Linda had probably talked to her a lot about you and you felt somewhat guilty for never hearing about her.

If you were ever going to make a new friend it just couldn't be her, after what happened to Linda you weren't sure if anyone you spent time around would be safe. If something happened to that woman you wouldn't be able to accept a new weight upon your conscience.

As isolated and lonely as you felt and ashamed of what you did, the only person that was safe to talk to without getting anyone hurt wasn't even a person. It was a creature, a nightmare, a thing, an entity that referred to you as its pet.

At some point it was going to hurt you oh so horrifically, but that would be your karma rightfully served. That feeling of being watched and its darkness that you'd grown so familiar with had returned was currently following you home. Whether the clown was truly following you or watching from the sewers was up for debate in your head.

The walk home was far more drawn out than it was this morning. If the guilt about Linda kept you up at night then what will happen to Angela would surely eat you alive. That’s at least if this creature didn’t do it first.

The sky slightly darkening around you made you take your house keys out of your bag to have them ready. When you approached your front door and before you could stick in the key, a loud creaking noise erupted from across the street. Slowly you turned to look behind you to see that the front door of the Neibolt home was ajar.

Out of spite you could simply stick your key in your front door. Just walk inside and slam the door closed behind you, but you unfortunately knew better. As a little girl you promised yourself you’d never get married because you didn’t want to be controlled and kept by a man. Being at the beck and call of a man and having your life forfeited was your greatest fear. Yet here you were being yanked around on a metaphorical leash by a monster pretended to be a man.

Your calls of no words are heard but only mine are answered.

That ajar door was beckoning you, a silent and non-physical leash pull. The keys in your right hand began to make noise and you realized that your hand was shaking. A nervous tick wasn’t something that you needed. Your first step towards the Neibolt house was taken, and before the second one you paused.

A cramp in your lower abdomen reminded you of your current predicament. Your cycle had bombarded you today and you were bleeding heavily. This didn’t change the command given to you, you were still expected to come when called.

The front door to the Neibolt home widened, letting you know that his patience was wearing thin. Reluctantly you walked to the opposite side of the street and stopped at the front door. The smell of mildew and a mild hint of the sewer system hit you with a strong gust of wind. Once inside you were grateful there was still some form of light shining in through some of the windows.

Soon it would be night and you’d have no way to see inside the abandoned home at all. A door upstairs opened and you slowly followed the sound. The steps creaked under your weight while the banister wobbled under your palm.

After you got upstairs you noticed there were multiple doors open and didn’t know which one to go through. You made a guess to pick the door furthest on the left and once inside you yelped as you felt a gloved hand pick you up by your throat. Your back hit the wall behind you and whined while everything in your power not to scream or kick.

Your hair laid strewn about your face but you could clearly see a pair of yellow glaring eyes. The owner of said eyes had a wicked grin on it’s face and seemed to be amused by your restraint from struggling. You clearly weighed almost nothing to him to be held this carelessly.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me.” The clown's accusatory statement was followed by noises of horrifically fake sobbing.

“Why? Did you bring me here to help you dig graves?” The sarcasm from you was bold, but to be fair you were still pissed about the incident from this morning. The aspirin you had taken earlier was beginning to wean, and the sensation of your aching face and pelvic pain returned.

“Oh my silly little lamb, I don’t dig graves, I fill them. Want to see?”

The gloved hand let go of your neck and you fell to the floor. To your left an adult torso laid in a pool of dried blood on the floor. Your hands flew to cover your mouth while you looked away. The clown placed a hand on the top of your head and forced you to turn your gaze back to the dismembered body part to look at it longer.

There were several large bites taken out of it, a soaked red shirt with stripes clung to it by mere threads. This body, piece of one, belonged to a person and it was discarded on the floor like trash. There was so much hate in your eyes when you looked up at the monster in front of you.

So much hatred, even anger, and underneath all of that was lust. You knew it, It knew it, and if there was a god then he himself knew it. That didn’t stop the tears leaving your eyes while you gagged, it smelled horribly rotten. When you noticed that the creature posing as a clown began to sniff the air, that was your signal to stand up and walk into the hallway so you didn’t lose everything that you ate for lunch.

Like a shark smelling blood in the water it trailed closely behind you while you stumbled into the next room. There was a stained mattress in the corner of the room as well as other furniture. Once inside the room you were grabbed by the lower half of your face and pulled closer against it’s clown suit so it could lean down and sniff you properly.

To avoid getting smothered by the fabric of the clown suit you rested your chin against him which left you peering up into his eyes. “You practically abandoned me after that day. Just so you know, stalking doesn’t count as conversation.”

“Is this your way of telling me that you missed me?” A cackle left its mouth and a fanged bucktoothed smile mocked you. “I can’t tell if I’ve broken you in or if you were broken when I found you...” A strand of your hair was twirled between gloved fingers.

The horrific scene you were exposed to moments ago had become an after thought while this moment lasted. This was the closest connection you’ve had with anyone in weeks and this was the way it wanted this to be. Just you, alone and starving for intimacy to the point you’d relish in his sick version of it.

The game of manipulation was spelled out in broad daylight for you and yet still you turned a blind eye to it. “What a good pet to bring a gift with you as well.”

“But I didn’t bring a gift?”

“But you did!”

A gloved hand gestured to the tall wardrobe mirror resting against the wall. You walked over to the mirror confused until the same gloved hand instructed you to turn around. You turned so you could see your rear and realized you had bled through your sanitary napkin and through the material of your jeans. This led to a large red stain going up your bottom. “That’s a gift?”

“Sometimes you’re so bright and shining that you figure everything out. Then sometimes I think you’re so distracted by me that the only thing up there is rocks!” What sounded like a genuine laugh erupted from the clown and you felt your face heat with embarrassment. Once again he has proven that he was going to demean you when given the chance to.

The context of the situation finally clicked for you and a look of disgust arose on your face. For a split moment you thought about how miserable and alone you’ve been. Life moved by so much slower for you. Grieving and guilt stricken, this thing took you in like a lost puppy found in a filthy alleyway. It molded and shaped you into the perfect toy that could be put up on a shelf when it became bored with you. Black claws extended from his gloved hands and he inspected them as if they were far more interesting than your existential crisis.

Even if you wanted to refuse him, you didn’t, he’d probably just get what he wanted from you anyways. He was far stronger than you will ever be, and threats appeared to be the magic word for you. Around this creature your sense of logic and reasoning seemed to bury itself six feet under.

“You won’t bite me again right?” Your hand rubbed your aching shoulder through your sweater while the expression on the clown’s face switched from bored to sinister. Those gleaming yellow eyes appeared brighter than normal and something about the sight made both of your legs clench together tightly.

“I’ll play nice if you play niiiiiiice.” With a sing-songy voice the entity gestured a gloved hand to the mattress laying on the floor. Your nose scrunched up when you looked at it, it was stained in whatever and covered in dust. When you looked back at the clown and his expression didn’t change, you remembered that things like this weren’t optional in this macabre relationship the two of you shared.

You laid down on the least stained portion of the mattress and awaited whatever horror it had planned for you. Pom-Pom bells jingled as the clown shook its head at you. Confusion replaced hopelessness as there were no other commands given to you.

It pointed a sharp claw at your clothes and you sighed. Had you forgotten that this creature got its fill from humiliating you? You were supposed to be his willing pet and participant and you didn’t look so willing if you didn’t take off your clothes on your own.

First went your shoes, jeans, and underwear but quite honestly you felt relieved that your clothing wasn’t being shredded to pieces. You removed your nurse's uniform top and bra then paused to take a look at your sweater. It was the same as Linda’s just in a dark green color, she had bought it for you the same time that she bought hers.

“Oh don’t be such a loser. That was a month ago.”

“I’m not a loser…”

“Prove it.”

After blinking he was frighteningly closer than before, face a few inches from yours in an instant and leaning over you on the mattress. With a swipe of his hand your sanitary belt fell slack at your side. The bled through napkin was no longer of use to you anyways. You pulled it off and it smeared blood down your thighs. It grabbed you by the wrist and forced you to touch the smeared blood on your thigh while you cringed away from it.

The blood was warm and sticky under your fingers, you flexed them and not surprisingly his grip around your wrist tightened. It brought your hand up to it’s mouth and you immediately began to pull away. Surprisingly to you it didn’t do that so it could sever your hand with it’s teeth.

Instead the feeling of a cold tongue, abnormally long and forceful, found its way to your fingers. His tongue lapped up the menstrual blood from your finger tips while the grazing of sharp teeth occasionally scraped them. Not enough to tear skin but just enough to warn you that they were very much still there.

It was being shockingly gentle but you’d be a fool to trust that it was going to stay this careful. Once your hand was clean his yellow eyes returned their attention to your own. From there his gaze lowered, to your neck, then to your chest where your heart beat rapidly and loudly. Lower and lower until he was staring at the source of the so-called gift you brought him.

Personally you didn’t want his mouth anywhere near that area, of course you had no choice in the matter but just the way he looked at the heated core between your legs gave you full body chills. He could go too far and easily maim you, have you bleed out on this mattress like a pig in a slaughterhouse and in a way that excited you.

When it’s face dipped lower near your folds, there was a sick confirmation that there was no source of heat emitting from this creature. It’s entire essence was the personification of cold. The first sensation of its tongue coming into contact with your flesh made your knees buckled.

Both knees were parted and eventually grabbed to be opened wider so the clown could take his place between them. With your legs spread each lap of his tongue raised from your entrance to that precious bundle of nerves above it. The slimy cold caress of his tongue had your legs shaking before any real damage had been done yet.

The act seemed more self indulgent on his part than yours with how every now and again he’d press his entire mouth up against your entrance and slurp up your juices. When he had slathered enough blood up to your clit, his mouth found its way around that too. With a few spasms of your walls you orgasmed with a meek whine but even that didn’t draw his attention away from your bleeding nether regions.

Every breath you took was labored as he continued his fervent licking. His own hands kept your legs from shutting and preventing him access. So when you tried to shut them again from too much stimulation he had no problem letting his claws puncture your skin.

The puncture wounds on your thighs bled but it had no effect on your back arching when it’s mouth suckled around your overstimulated clit. All you could do was whimper as there were no sheets for you to grip or rake your fingers through. You wouldn’t dare make an attempt at holding on to any part of him either.

The wet noises, hips rocking against his mouth, and the overstimulation brought you back to that gratuitous edge that you began to teeter at. You braced yourself in case he decided to deprive you of this moment but instead he brought it directly to you. A gloved finger with a retracted claw slipped into you and began pumping while his mouth focused on that beloved nub.

The second orgasm was even more drawn out than the last. You spasmed and clenched so tightly to the point that it was painful. His saliva, thick like oil, soaking you in a cold embrace during the afterglow. A liar is what you’d be if you said you knew you could do that more than once.

As amazing as that felt and still feels, it was done more than likely to get your cervix to open up and allow more blood to flow through for him. Your suspicions were confirmed when he removed his finger and allowed his mouth to latch back over your entrance, swallowing down your menses.

When it’s tongue found its way inside you your walls fluttered and welcomed the appendage in further. A gasp left your mouth as soon as it brushed the surface or your cervix and coaxed a contraction to provide him with more blood to ingest. Sweating, warm, and completely out of it you lifted your head up to see him staring at you.

Those bright yellow orbs of his stared directly and deeply into your own. When he pulled his face away from your core to give you a bucktoothed grin you felt yourself clench tightly seeing the lower half of his face covered like that. Not just in blood either but his own drool mixed with fluids from both of your climaxes.

The claw puncture marks on your legs had clotted and stopped bleeding but the stinging sensation remained. Your head dropped back down on the mattress defeated while his tongue came back into contact with your cunt before dragging it upwards. Up past your belly button, above your bare breasts straight to your neck and face.

One gloved hand grabbed a hold of one of your breasts and the other clutched the bottom half of your face. His thumb rolled your nipple in circles while his fanged mouth got closer to your own.

“Time to prove it.”

His hand forced open your mouth while the tongue that just pleasured you ,smelling thickly of iron, invaded and explored the open orifice. What could be misconstrued as a kiss was the entity testing how far he could bend your boundaries. There was no love nor affection in such an act, just his eyes watching the uncomfortable look within yours.

His tongue slipped deeper towards the back of your throat and you gagged and suffocated around it. When he pulled away you were left with the taste of blood within your mouth. Coughing and struggling to get your breath back the clown hovered above you holding his own weight, watching with amusement.

“Careful little fawner! I could use that hole too.” He wickedly laughed as you only frowned at his words. You heard the sound of ripping fabric and your walls unintentionally clenched. Lifting your head up once more you could actually see that there was a long slit underneath the hole he ripped.

Once the slit parted clear globs of fluid secreted while the pale pink tendril emerged. It was already swollen and rigid and writhing mindlessly against his own thigh. You were grabbed by your hair and dragged further beneath him. While on your stomach you tried to sit up and another set of arms appeared from him and forced you back down, burying the side of your face into the mattress.

The tendril found your slick entrance and penetrated you immediately, fully hilting himself into your heat. A pained cry left your mouth and the creature behind you began thrusting. Each thrust forced you to exhale as he was being so rough it felt like he was knocking the air out of your lungs. An arm kept your face on the mattress and another had the claws of its hand stuck in your right shoulder puncturing the skin. Then the other two arms kept your legs positioned and rear close to him.

He pistoned his cock like organ in and out of you until he found a rhythm that had him gutturally growling and your walls squeezing him due to pleasure. Your bare breasts bounced on your chest following the movement of your body. The moans slipping from your mouth only became louder when it found an angle that allowed itself to be deeper inside you.

Eyes rolling and cunt clenching you could only lay there while it slammed into you from behind. Pace so punishing that even you were beginning to drool onto the mattress. Each thrust was just another jab into your insides. So far in that if you could see your stomach right now you’d have a large bulge right near your belly button every time he completely sheathed himself.

He used you like you were a toy and your sex just couldn’t get enough of it. His cruelty, the horror of his atrocities, the faces he’d wear to scare you, deep down you were even weaker than you believed you were. Or at least he made you that way just for him. The case of a monster mating, fucking, his prey when he should be eating it. You both got off on it even if neither of you two would ever admit to it.

This kind of relationship was unnatural in nature, downright wrong even for going against all laws of the food chain. There should be pieces of you scattered across the floor, shredded between his teeth. Instead he’s pounding into you while your hips shake and moans fall from your lips.

When his pace quickened your breathing got heavier and you arched your back even more. The organ inside you began to twitch and you became desperate for a release that wasn’t even yours. “Please - please fill me. Please just-.”

“-You’re so weak and fragile I should rip you open and gut you.”

Should but didn’t and wouldn’t. It’s snarling threat went ignored by you while your own release was building. Once you were able to slip your hand beneath you, you started to rub circles around your throbbing clit while he thrusted relentlessly. As fast as the path to your climax had been built, it was dismantled. Dismantled brutally.

That was your third time coming and you spasmed just as hard as the first time. Your walls tightened, once, twice, a third time, a fourth time and then it was over. What you wanted so desperately was given when his thrusting halted. It emptied itself into you, several ropes at a time directly from the opening of its organ. That was your first victory over him after having none.

You felt so full while he filled you, you were grateful even. If he had ever uttered to you that by some force or some god that this was your only purpose in life and the only thing that you were made for you’d most likely believe him. When it pulled out and released you, you used your remaining strength to turn yourself over onto your back.

Your hair was a tangled mess and your inner thighs felt unbelievably sticky. The sweat was still beading at your forehead while the clown in front of you didn’t look disheveled at all. Breathing heavily you watched as the tendril was tucked back into its slit and after blinking the hole in the suit had repaired itself.

Probably never would you understand how it’s able to do things like this and just what exactly it was. You didn’t know it’s name, what it truly looked like, or the answer to any more of your unanswered questions. At the end of all of that he looked completely unchanged except for the splotchy blood patches around the suit’s groin area.

The room was silent while you put your clothes back on and it weirded you out. There was just a blank expression on it’s face while it watched you get dressed. “You have no idea what to do with me, do you?” The question wasn’t meant to be accusatory but it certainly sounded that way when you asked it.

“I can’t decide whether I’m going to eat you or steal you away from your pathetic life for a very looooooong time.” One of your eyes twitched, the fact that he still had ambitions on eating you was unfortunately the only time you actually found him funny in a delusional way. The smile on your face returned a grin to his own and there was a moment of real humility for once between the two of you.

“What do you say my little fawning lamb? Would you like to be set free or would you like to be kept?”

There were stares from familiar faces and strangers alike. Some of them blamed it on you, believing that poor girl ran away because of you. You told the detective at the police station that there was an argument that night, a very minor argument. It wasn't anything that the Linda you knew would dare run away for. Among the group of stares there were looks of pity, they could see with their own eyes how disheveled you looked. Overnighters and reading several hundred paged books you checked out from the library were bound to reflect on you physically.

The home you now own, once belonging to your parents who up and left Derry to travel no longer felt the same. It felt and looked less like a home and more like a reminder that the last person to see her that night was probably you. As you walked up your steps you paused for a moment to look behind you and sighed, the wind was blowing trash over from the Neibolt lawn into yours. With the house being abandoned there were people who couldn't care less about littering near it and it always wound up on your property.

Inside your home you dropped Linda's posters on the couch along with the stapler as you didn't want any of that in your bedroom, that was your safe place. Nothing traumatic like that needed to be in the vicinity of it out of fear it may corrupt its pureness. Once inside your bedroom you closed the door and locked it behind you, your calendar to the left of your room above your desk gave you a grim reminder. You had two more days of vacation for your nursing job before you'd be forced to give up the free time you've been spending trying to figure out what happened to Linda.

No you didn't expect to solve this entire thing but you haven't even found a single clue anywhere. Even after the murders that happened at the movie theater, they never found bodies yet the police told the local news agency already that they had a suspect. When Linda found out before she disappeared she was devastated as she loved that movie theater and the memories you two shared watching films there together. Hank Grogan was one of the friendliest men you two had ever known and even though neither of you believed the allegations there was nothing anyone could truly do. Derry had its own way of running compared to any other place you've lived in..

You reached into your pocket for a piece of paper that had a phone number written on it. The local librarian who checked out your books this morning gave it to you to reach her in case you need more information about Derry. As if your mental health was a mere distant after-thought, here you were again, diving deep into this black void that you couldn't seem to part with. You took less than a five minute break and that was as far as you could push yourself before you became restless for answers again. With the librarian this morning, you had expressed your anguish and guilt about Linda's disappearance and it felt like she really understood and heard you. These days it doesn't feel like anyone in Derry ever hears you, hears your concern about what's going on.

You weren't going to force a stranger into your drama but the librarian generously offered her help and she seemed really nice. Making your decision, you entered the digits on the landline and the phone was picked up on the first ring. You quickly introduced yourself in case she forgot who she gave her office number to. “Oh I remember you! You were the girl this morning that came in looking for Derry history books.” You physically nodded your head and replied ‘yes’ over the phone, feeling the acknowledgement that she hadn't forgotten you. “Do you think that you'd have any other Derry history books or articles or anything really that I haven't seen in the library?”

You couldn't even hide the desperation in your voice that was oozing with your obsession in finally finding an answer about this, not even just for Linda but for everyone that's missing. “All of the tunnels are underground.” Your eyes immediately darted over to your father's old radio on his desk. You put the phone between your ear and shoulder to hold it up, while your fingers fumbled with the radio looking for an off switch. “They wandered away to join the show.” The song playing was blaringly loud. It was a sad drawn out melodic tune, with the sound of a young child's voice as the vocals.

You didn't recognize the song nor had you heard it before. “Down with the clown.” The off switch on the radio was stuck in the on position so you yanked the wire out of the outlet without a second thought. “Listen, I am so sorry. I'm calling from my dad's old office and he left his radio plugged in and I-”

“- Don't worry about it and actually I may just have what you're looking for, they're in my office here at the library, you're more than welcome to come in later tonight after closing time and I'll have everything ready for you to pick up. If that's okay with you?” A heavy exhale left your mouth relieved that she cut you off during your awkward and breathless apology. This small win lifted a miniscule amount of weight off your shoulders, you may actually be getting the answers you need tonight. Not just answers for Linda, but answers for everyone who's gone missing. There are people just like her who don't have a family to look for them so you're doing this for all of them.

“Is tonight after closing time fine for you?” You mouthed a curse when you realized you hadn't answered after the first time she asked that. “Yes! Sorry about that, I-” Your meek apology was cut short again by her laughing this time. “Oh I bet you're a real fawner aren't you? No need to be always so sorry. I'll see you then.” After saying goodbye she said your name before she hung up the phone which deeply confused you at first because you didn't remember giving her your name. Something about it just felt weird to hear that but once you realized that to check out a book you had to use your library card with your name written on it and you began to feel quite silly. Then the realization hit you that you didn't get the librarian's name either.

You've been so on guard of other people since your Linda's disappearance. If something awful happened to her, anyone could be a suspect. When you began putting the books you checked out this morning into your bag you realized that something was off. It was just not as heavy as it was this morning? You looked inside and noticed Linda's blue knitted sweater was missing from the bag, you had been wearing it this morning and had taken it off in the library and stuffed it in your bag and now it's no longer there.

After a few minutes of frantically searching around the house the sweater was nowhere to be found. You made the split decision to grab your bag again and head out the door. That sweater was so not staying in the lost and found bin until tonight. You wanted it back right now and if your walking speed didn't say it the tears flowing from the corners of your eyes did. As you turned a sharp corner a man walked past you with the most impossibly wide smile on his face, he leaned in towards you while walking in the opposite direction and you screamed then backed up against the wall.

Everyone in the vicinity was looking at you with concern and when you looked back at the man, he was already continuing his route walking like nothing happened.

You had to admit that the lack of sleep, the grief, sadness and guilt were getting to you. Never in your life had you seen anything like that before. You turned the corner and jogged the next block before heading into the library. Before walking to the front desk you wiped your face of any dry tears and fixed your hair in the restroom. It would be best if you didn't look like a loon while asking about a missing sweater.

The walk to the book checkout desk was short but you frowned when you didn't see the woman that helped you with your books this morning. “Hi uh good morning, wait I mean good afternoon, I'm sorry, have you seen the librarian that was working here this morning? I left a sweater here and she may have seen it.” The elderly man behind the desk raised an eyebrow and looked at the janitor to the left of you mopping the floor and shrugged. He swept his long gray hair over his shoulder and took his reading glasses off.

“I am the only librarian that was working here this morning, are you sure it wasn't another day of this week?” The room suddenly felt really small and like it only began to get smaller from there. One of your eyes began to twitch and you rubbed it with your hand. “No, no no, this morning, there was a woman, she had like long black hair, red lipstick, and was wearing glasses and she uh-”

“You're sweating. Are you alright?” Your hand came into contact with your forehead and you instinctively wiped. Your vision became somewhat blurry when some of it got into your eyes while you began to feel nauseous. This could have been some kind of sleep deprivation induced vertigo that made you feel this way.

“Are you sure there was no one else here this morning?” Your voice was quieter this time barely above a whisper because that's all you could get out. You were preoccupied with feeling like you were swaying… just a sick sense of nausea that reminded you of the time you got seasick while fishing with your father. Both the janitor and the elderly librarian nodded in response to your question leaving you feeling defeated.

From looking down at both their name tags you could see they were both golden plates and had their names displayed visibly on it. The woman this morning had on an old fashioned red name tag with a name you didn't bother to look at, you were just happy someone was being nice to you. You reached into your pocket and pulled out the paper the woman had written the number to her office on. You handed it to the janitor and looked at him for some kind of confirmation that he'd have the explanation for this and know you weren't some kind of walking looney bin.

“This would be the phone number to the back office but the woman you saw certainly didn't work in there today. That office is out of service and has been for years.” Tears began to fall from your eyes again and your lower lip quivered, this had to be a joke, a sick joke they were playing on someone who was grieving. “I swear I'm not lying, here take a look.” The janitor pulled a key from his key ring and opened up a side door to what looked like a dark room filled with cobwebs. He reached inside and cut the light on and the office looked just as abandoned as he said it was. There were boxes strewn about the room and on the desk in there you could visibly see a red rotary phone covered in dust. You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt and began to reconsider everything that had happened today. What exactly was real and what wasn't?

“This office got closed down due to sewage leakage from a bust drain pipe that the town was supposed to pay to fix. It smells awful in here, definitely not safe for anyone to go poking around in there.” The janitor pinched his nose before backing away from the door. That room did stink and it was a particular smell, almost like the same kind of smell you'd get a hint of if you got too close to the Neibolt house.

Were you dreaming? Did you go home and take a nap after putting up missing person's posters and this is just a nightmare you were having. “Has anyone brought something into the lost and found today?" The voice that came out of you was winded and broken.

You didn't wait for either of them to answer as you walked over to the front desk, picked up the handset of the telephone and punched in the number given to you by the librarian. The ominous red rotary phone on the desk began to ring loudly and went unanswered by the three of you. The janitor reached into the room and cut the light off then closed the door, leaving your legs suddenly too weak to stand on. Both men guided you to the lost and found bin that you were able to see was entirely empty.

“Do you want us to call an ambulance?” You didn't answer as you managed to find your strength to leave and make it back to your home. The walk home was cold and solemn, the fallen leaves strewn about the ground crunched under your boots. It was already dark out and the people who were outside earlier were safe within their own homes, leaving the streets desolate and quiet. The street lights provided the occasional spotlight to see the sidewalk ahead but that didn't make you feel any better.

By the time you made it to your front porch was a gentle feeling of ease that was interrupted by the feeling of being watched. Once inside you had the thought that if you really wanted to you could board up all the entrances and exits for weeks and stay inside as long as you wanted to escape the horrors of the world as you know it.

You closed the door and put both locks on it and looked around your living room. Your home had never felt so quiet before, so still. The walk to your bedroom was slow and harrowing, the analog clock on your wall had ticks that sounded louder than normal and drew your attention.

Then you focused on the time, an hour left? Where had all the time gone? There were easily three hours of the day missing from your memory. Maybe you did collapse and slumber the last time you were home and just didn't realize. If that were the case then you shouldn't really be shocked by all of that, your brain has been a fuzzy mess all day. Seeing things, hearing things, and losing time. The logical side of you wanted to point the finger at sleep derivation but this felt like something deeper within you spiritually.

If it was all in your head would going back to the library to get the history books even be worth it? What if this librarian that was there and not at the same time had taken Linda's sweater out of your bag when you weren't looking? You felt violated in a sense of trust by someone you couldn't even prove was in the same vicinity as you. You had confessed your worries to her and she listened to you. Her face had shown you expressions of concern and empathy. You could still remember how she'd adjust her glasses when talking and flip her long black hair over her shoulders to get a better view of the books you were checking out. Just to find out that she was never there and there's a chance it could be your brain's way of sadistically punishing you for the lack of sleep.

Hallucinations like that even from the most sleep deprived people don't just pop out of thin air and if you're dreaming you would have woken up by now with the amount of times you've pinched yourself on your way home. All you could do was sit in your bedroom and wait, you didn't bother fixing yourself dinner as you were still nauseous and no longer had an appetite. If you tried to eat you wouldn't be able to keep anything down in a state like this. Trying to pretend like everything was normal was the last thing you wanted to do right now, how could you be normal when you needed answers. Your eyes watched the hands on the clock move until the hour hand pointed to nine and the minute hand pointed to twelve.

That was your cue to get off of the floor, and grab one of your father's jackets from the office as well as the bag with supplies he'd take with him camping to prepare to leave the safety of your house. Before you could turn your front door knob you paused. There was a bright red balloon sitting in front of your door that was visible through the glass panes in the middle. Before you could process what was going on the balloon moved, floated, across the street to the Neibolt house and stopped at its open front door before popping. As depressing as the thought was maybe Linda was dead and she was guiding you to find her. That could have been a plausible explanation but why would she be terrorizing you simultaneously. Nothing about this made sense.

You gripped the door knob and stepped out and closed the door behind you. With the void space and black abyss of the Neibolt doorway right in front of you several feet away, this felt like an awful mistake that you'd pay for in another life. If Linda were here right now she'd give you a good earful about how dumb what you're about to do is, walking yourself to a potential early death. You stepped through the pitch black doorway and almost as if fate, when you reached into the pocket of your Father's jacket you managed to pull out a metal flash light. After walking a few feet inward the front door slammed shut behind you and no matter how hard you pulled on it you couldn't open it.

The windows of the house were boarded up as far as you could see with your flashlight. When you peered toward the stairwell, a red balloon floated down in a straight line before turning into a doorway to the right down a long hall. Regrettably you followed it, carefully, watching it lead you down a flight of stairs and to an old well. The well had a rope thrown down it and attached to a mechanism that would have been used to lower a pail into it. A well inside a house just wasn't plausible to you and was completely unnatural. By far it wouldn't be the strangest thing you witnessed today but it did contribute to your growing migraine.

You had a fear of heights but there was no way out of the house, the door wouldn't budge and the windows weren't usable, so this had to do. You grabbed the rope and tried your hardest not to look as you used your legs against the rocks of the well to lower yourself deeper into the abyss. Once you got down far enough you looked to your left and could have sworn you saw two yellow glowing orbs in the middle of a tunnel. Upon taking a closer look there was nothing there, but the feeling of being watched lingered.

Once you managed to throw yourself onto the ledge the balloon had dropped to, you realized you left your fathers hiking bag at the top of the well. Yet that wasn't the worst of your troubles.There were jagged cuts and scrapes on the outer sides of your legs and your hands were red and bleeding with rope burn. The adrenaline and fear of falling prevented you from feeling the pain of your descent. Had you expected that this was where you'd find yourself you would have changed out of your skirt

The balloon didn't wait for you to compose yourself before leading you into a circular entrance and the stench that hit you was unmistakable. This was the scent you smelled at the library and now the scent you smelled here. You were in the sewer systems of Derry. It seemed like the further you got down the tunnel, the faster the balloon would float to the point that you were sprinting after it. It led you to a large room with a mountain of garbage in the center of it. The closer you looked the more you realized that this wasn't garbage, it was kid's toys, kid's shoes, adult shoes, jackets, furniture, and jewelry all piled in the center of a room. The water level there was up to the ankles of your boots but you found a higher ground to stand on to keep yourself from splashing.

In the middle of it all looked like a circus booth that was aged and rotting away. There was a clown on the door of the booth and the longer you looked at it the worse the feeling of your heart sinking became. Your eyes searched for the top of the pile and you gagged when you shined your flashlight upward. There were bodies… Whole and in pieces just floating around the pile in a circle. The breakfast you ate this morning felt like it was going to come back up while your eyes lingered.

You weren't going to climb the pile but something several feet above you caught your attention, it looked like Linda's blue knitted sweater, caught on something and dangling from the pile. Maybe you were going to climb it, as soon as you lifted up your foot to find stability on the mountain of trinkets you felt a hand on your shoulder pull you away from the pile and throw you back up against it back first.

It was Linda, there were maggots digging holes through her face and she was covered in dirt and grime, her skin was gray and peeling away from the bone. Her flesh was saggy and wrinkled like someone had left her in the water too long. When she smiled some of her teeth were cracked and broken but her two front teeth unnaturally long within her mouth catching your attention. Your mouth opened wide for a scream and when nothing had come out, tears began to fall. Was this hell?

Her soggy hands clutched both the sides of your face and and your eyes widened in fear “Oh I haven't seen you in two weeks, how about a kiss best friend?” She lifted you up off the ground and you clawed at her face to the point the maggots and flesh were getting peeled off by your fingernails. When she brought your face closer to hers and opened her mouth several rows of sharp teeth extended from the widened orifice. You kicked, yelled, and fought for your life, even putting your nail into one of her white glazed over eyes didn't stop her from slowly lowering your face into hers from the height she held you at.

Once your face got closer and closer to hers her teeth started to rapidly open and shut together as if she was excitedly expecting a bite. Suddenly you felt warm, it was an unnatural and odd feeling for you. That same warmth seemed to be radiating upward. Your nose was so close to her extended maw when she stopped moving you.

Your neck ached as she held you above her by your face alone and let the rest of your body dangle. She just stopped, mouth remained unmoving and her noninjured white eye staring blankly up into yours. There was silence while you dangled and you noticed her nose was up turned as if she was sniffing the air. With your face less than an inch from hers her hands let go and she dropped you. You landed on your left side and the drop was so painful your body went into the fetal position from the feeling.

You looked up at her standing, staring at you silently and then back around the room. “That's such a-” Linda looked up and sniffed the air more before looking back down at you. “- unique smell.” Claws extended from the tips of her fingers and she leaned over and crept toward you slowly with that wide smile again. Her clawed hand reached and grabbed you and held you in position as she leaned downward and sniffed from your chest upwards to your face, rubbing her own face crawling with insects and rotting against you.

With a cracking noise and various unnatural movements Linda's features changed, she grew bigger, her short blonde hair became coppery with big upturned curls. Her nose became red and clown paint covered her face until it became a more masculine one. The thing above you towered over you far more than the rotting corpse of your best friend did. “I won't tell anyone that I was here, please I swear just let me go, I promise.” Glowing yellow eyes glared into yours and it felt like a suffocating feeling of coldness washing over your body.

“Please I swear just let me go, oh don't hurt me Pennywise, I'm so young, I have a long miserable life to live.” It mocked you egregiously and exaggerated your whining in such a dramatic tone. That performance was followed up by a deep guttural laugh that made your stomach turn. A black claw drew a line from the side of your neck to your collar bone, it stopped at the neckline of your shirt and paused for a moment as if thinking. The bells on the clown's costume rang as it jiggled its head for a moment excitedly as if it had an idea. “Maybe I'll be generous, you are grieving aren't you?” The glare of those glowing eyes felt like an intense burning heat on your own eyes as if they were searching and probing inside your head to confirm his statement.

The clown's face narrowed and their smile dropped and you realized the game that was being played, you also got the feeling that if you didn't play along you'd wind up just like the floating circle of corpses above you. “I am grieving miserably because my friend disappeared.” You weren't going to stroke this thing's ego any more than that and grabbed your aching side as you watched the smile reappear on its face. This was a game to it, whatever it was, whatever he was, and now it was forcing you to play too.

The clown's bold and demanding yellow eyes looked right and left then returned to you “Little do you know, there is an exit to this place. Just run and hide, put up a great chase! Maybe I might just let you leave?” The clown crossed two of his fingers behind his back unbeknownst to you while you focused on the word ‘might’.

“Might.” You exhaled and didn't mean for your tone to harbor a hint of annoyance and when those sharp black claws returned within view of your face again you flinched. That flinch meant nothing as the tip of one of his claws nicked the bottom of your chin. “Beggars can't be choosers! I mean you are such a fawner so I know you'll indulge me.”

That sing-songy voice compiled with the hint of malice underneath when calling you that name made you feel nauseous. Not to mention he just called you the same thing that the librarian did. Everything that's happened wasn't just your brain cruelly judging you, it was whatever this monster is that's toying with you.

“I told you the way to leave and you're still standing here looking pathetic, do you want the Pennywise dancing clown performance? The circus, the lights, the smells? Oh no you're much too old for that, that's for children. I know how to motivate you.” Its face contorted as its body slimmed until limbs remade themselves longer. The clown paint became messier and his hair turned into a mess of balding black hair. There were a pair of broken glasses on his face and razor sharp teeth protruded from jagged angles of its mouth.

He was turning into a monstrous version of the librarian he pretended to be this morning mixed with this potential facade of a clown. You didn't need to see the full transformation to make the decision to turn around and bolt. That familiar heat in your lower stomach returned while you ran from corridor to corridor in the sewer system. That feeling made you uncomfortable and very confused.

Thankfully you never let go of your flashlight but the layout of the sewer system made every corridor looked practically the same as the last. Meanwhile that thing was probably just sitting back watching you. Watching how you lose your mind running from tunnel to tunnel dragging yourself through ankle deep still water while looking for an exit. Maybe there was no exit that was just another lie too, like you were set up to fail. Set up to run around like prey while the predator watched in glee. It could probably be anything in these corridors even invisible to your eyes and nothing scares you more than ending up like Linda. The last thing you wanted was to be murdered by that thing and left to rot or eaten.

The circle of floating bodies above the mountain was too far and too dark for you to point Linda out directly with your flashlight, but you know she had to be amongst them. Your legs burned, not just from the cuts and bruises but from the running. In an area free of gray water there was a crawl space big enough for you to fit through and hide momentarily. Your heart felt like it was practically beating out of your chest and while in that crawl space you were given the chance to get it under control.

It-He-She whatever it is was drawing out what could be the final moments of your life like a sick game. You acknowledged that the longer you sat here, the quicker that monster had a chance to find you so you had to move. You made your way out of the crawl space to the other side of the corridor and while stepping out to grab your flashlight you got caught in a thin sticky material dangling from the ceiling. It stuck to your jacket, clothes, and face and you screamed. It felt like spiderwebs but you couldn't reach your flashlight to check.

To get free, you had to tear at it until you wound up face down on the cement floor and began searching for your flashlight. When you finally found it you grabbed it and held it up to your face and in front of you was the lengthened and distorted face of this twisted imitation of the false librarian. Once its maw opened you then forced yourself up to run in the opposite direction.

You found your way back to the room with the mountain of items and dropped down on the floor, there was no exit. You were being toyed with and shouldn't have been so naive to fall for it from the beginning. The temperature of the room seemed to get warmer with your amount of running. The sky was also becoming lighter from what you could see from above the pile as the room was lit up without you having to use the flashlight anymore. It kept you here the entire night, hiding the exit from you, forcing you to run in circles, playing this sick game with you that appeared to be over.

“Fun night?” You looked in the direction of the voice and saw the clown leaning against the wall by his clothed elbow, mocking you for being tired and out of breath. The puffy white, gray, and red clown suit looked unchanged as if this monster had been in this form undisturbed the entire night. “Now you might just be the one I've kept down here the longest."

Your body had given up and you dropped down then sat there while the clown stalked its way over to you, its arms swinging inward as it leaned over and approached you slowly with a twisted smile on its face. You were clearly dealing with something that couldn't get tired, couldn't be injured and would lie to you for its own entertainment. Your stomach clenched and formed knots hiding something deeper and you closed your eyes tightly. When the clown made it to you and you felt its presence around you, you flinched instinctively when its tongue ran up the side of your face.

To you that action felt odd, he did it again to the other side of your face and you swore you could feel the grazing of teeth against your cheek. A deep chuckle erupted from your left and the closeness of such a feeling of cold intimacy made you feel heat once again. You refused to open your eyes but could feel him sniffing into your neck. Teeth grazed down your neck to your shoulder and it stung as they broke skin. You could feel the blood of your shoulder get lapped up as you instinctively dropped your upper half down to the cement floor and with you, the mouth of the clown followed.

A set of claws ran up your skirt and onto your left thigh and you immediately shut your legs. The clown next to you found this humorous and you opened your eyes to see the lower half of its face was blood red as the torn skin on your shoulder bled far more than you thought it would.

“Oh don't worryyy it won't kill you, you've already shown me you're such a strong girl, running around in the sewers for hours from the big bad monster chasing you.” A moan left your mouth when the lips of the entity next to you latched right back onto your shoulder to suck the blood from your wound. Your body was so exhausted that you didn't even have the strength to sit up and move away from it.

“What are you going to do to me?” Death felt inevitable but delaying it and leaving you unknowing of what's to come felt cruel. When the clown's mouth left your shoulder you let out a whimper and the loss of its touch made your body shudder. “I'm not sure, but once I have an idea you'll be the first to know...” The creature winked at you and returned to sniffing the air. He glanced down at you with a knowing look and the truth was evident, you were strangely enjoying this… You felt it first when you were picked up while it was pretending to be Linda. This was a familiar heat you could only identify as arousal.

The clown, the monster - Pennywise didn't have to ask you tell him what you felt, as he could see, hear, smell and sense it within you. Even if he did ask you wouldn't be able to lie about it. Not with the way your legs were clenched rightly. Pennywise gave you a curious coo and rose to his feet and walked a short distance away from you.

“Are you just going to be my pet now? Want me to indulge you just like you indulged me?” Its gloved hand gestured a come hither motion and you rose up and got on your hands and knees and crawled over to it and that only made the clown's toothy grin widen. It moved its finger in a circular motion and you understood what it was instructing you to do and you rolled over on your back and then back on your hands and knees. The humiliation did nothing to absolve your arousal.

The trick you did made your cruel captor howl in laughter and what hurt was that it was laughing at you and not just laughing to laugh. The joke this clown was telling was you and you were just a source of entertainment to it. You widened your knees further apart on the floor to let your legs splay open and the clown's brow ridge rose at your behavior. “Ooh you don't know just what it is you're asking for.”

Instead of replying to his remark you just lightly swayed your aching hips. You had no idea if this was going to work but the way he touched you and put his mouth on your shoulder felt intimate in nature. This thing could have been male, female, both, or neither and still your body's feelings and situation wouldn't have changed. Was this the fear that was arousing you or the depravity of the unknown?

You rolled over onto your back and widened your legs, your skirt was still covering your lower half which was facing the opposite of where it was so you didn't feel completely exposed. “Someone's feeling bold…” That sing-songy voice returned and the clown's expression appeared like it didn't believe you were genuinely doing what you were. His mouth extended open with various rows of teeth showing, with the skin of its face stretched so far back you could barely see his eyes. Still you stayed in the same position on the floor with your knees up and legs wide looking at it from an upside down view.

When you didn't run, not like you had the strength to, it closed its mouth and crept closer to you. You were instantly dwarfed in size by the clown again as it appeared over you. Clawed gloved hands roamed your body again and you were caught off guard when it tore right through the center of your skirt. You weren't going to let it call your bluff so you stayed still while it did the same with your undergarment. Those glowing orbs for eyes never left your own as if searching for some kind of hesitation or hoax in your expression to give in to the inkling that you've been pretending this whole time.

Once his gloved hand touched your heated core your hips rolled and then your back arched unintentionally. He pulled his hand away and examined it and you could see from your position on the floor that the front side of the glove was sticky with your slick.

Your legs parted more, inviting it to come closer and in return it smeared some of your slick across your face and laughed at you. You watched one of its gloved hands reach down to the groin area of the aged clown suit and tear at the fabric. Something thick and a pale pink color unrolled itself, then extended straight out and began to swell. The rigid tendril’s tip thinned out somewhat as it reached its tip where there was a slit with oozing clear fluid leaking from it onto your bare belly. There were grooves and notches along its shaft, and it was completely alien to the anatomy you would have expected.

You couldn't hide your confused expression looking at its sex, the thickness of it was about the same thickness as your forearm and the same length as it. Maybe this wasn't worth doing to hope it would put you in its good graces to let you go. If this was his original intent he would have taken you by force hours ago but instead he waited for you to demean and humiliate yourself. You were dragged from thoughts when a glob of drool landed in your right eye and you shut it then put your hand up to notice that above you it had its many rows of teeth on display again and it was drooling profusely with much of it hitting your face.

The entity you were straddling on your back put a gloved hand on each of your legs, and then another pair of arms and gloved hands stretched out from its back with a cracking noise and they restrained your arms. The grip the four hands had on your limbs was tight and forceful and the claws on the end of each finger were digging into your skin. With it above you and restraining in such a way the only thing you could do was stare at it in its face.

When the tip of his organ came in contact with your folds there was no heat to be felt from it, it was as cold as his stare. He wasn't angling himself so the appendage itself was searching for what it needed and moved autonomously. You didn't get a moment to brace yourself, or feel ready before the tip breached your slit and within seconds the girth of the shaft was fighting with the walls of your cunt for acceptance. Your eyes burned with tears from the pain of the stretch as a gasp left your mouth with his tendril impeding inch by inch until it would sheathe itself.

If it didn't leak its own fluid to help with the process there was no way this creature would have been able to force it in like without splitting you in two. Above you was the same expressionless face with dozens of sharp fangs hovering above your face and of course it was still drooling. Some of the drool started to drip onto and then into your mouth and weep up to your nostrils if you held your head too far back. If you didn't angle your head up you'd surely drown from this.

It didn't take long for the guilt and pure horror of your situation to come back up, this monster killed and potentially ate your best friend then lied to you, tricked you, and tried to eat you and here you lay on your back like a whore in the most intimate of encounters with it. What kind of a best friend were you? A whimper left your mouth when you felt a particularly hard thrust. That hard thrust was followed by several quick snaps of the clown's hips that caused pain in your lower half that made you bite your lip.

With restrained hands and unable to grab on to anything, the only thing you could do was lay there and wonder when it would be over. When a pace of rhythm he liked was found your prior feelings seemed to change. The tip of his non-human cock began to repeatedly nudge the crux of your cervix in a way that had your hips rolling and rising up to meet his pounding. You didn't have to bite your lower lip anymore to hold your pained cries as those turned into embarrassed moans and whimpers with the introduction of pleasure.

If it was possible to lay here all day while this creature did this to you, then you probably would have. Even with all your bruises, cuts, scrapes, scratches and a singular bite, yet none of that compared to this. Whatever kind of sick and guilty enjoyment you got from fear, and from it hurting you led to this. On your back being used by it while the wet sounds of your connecting sexes echoed throughout the room. There was still shame and embarrassment in this act but that did not drown out your desires. Looking up at the clown you wondered what it was thinking during this. Was it just as ashamed as you, a predator copulating with its prey? Would he still want to eat you after this interaction was finished and he got his fix?

His tongue lazily rolled out of his mouth and swiped the side of your face, lathering the drool up to your eyebrow. A loud gasp left your mouth when his pace got faster. With the way it was rutting down into you, the fabric of the clown suit was rubbing up against that special bundle of nerves above your entrance just right and it made your eyes flutter. The area of connection that formed from having him inside you became so wet that his organ had slipped out. It autonomously and frantically found its way back into you and the thrusting resumed.

Your hips raised up further and that fabric that was rubbing you so wonderfully started to make you feel like a knot was undone in your lower stomach. Before you knew it you felt white hot heat while your walls clenched and spasmed around the cock that had no intention of slowing down its pace of intrusion. Each clench was harder than the last, finally a long moan left your lips. It took the monster above you a few more rough thrusts before he halted and stayed inside you while a cool liquid shot into you rope by rope, so much so that you could feel it frothing out around him. Your breaths were deep and slow and for the first time in hours it felt like time was going by slower. While you laid there with it still inside you still unmoving even after the end of its climax, those golden yellow orbs watched you drift off and fall asleep underneath it.

When you awoke you were lying face down in your home and everything hurt. All the blood on you had dried and coagulated, your bottom half was still naked, all your bruises, cuts, scrapes, scratches and a singular bite were still there. The moment you tried to stand up your knees buckled miserably. Your front door was thankfully closed and locked. That thing must have dropped you flat on your face and left you there without a care. You wobbled your way to the shower and sat in there and let the hot water run on you. Hopefully it wasn't too late to scrub your wounds with an antibacterial soap so you wouldn't get sepsis.

The first time you looked in the mirror you almost cried, you had a big purple bruise on the side of your face. Your hair was matted, you had a cut on your lip from ultimately trying to kiss that thing and you couldn't remember when. There was some kind of dried crust from the clown drooling on your face. The bite on your shoulder made it look like you had survived a bear attack. You still had your left shoulder and arm for which you were great for. There were tiny pin prick wounds around your wrists from where it had been restraining you.

Once you picked your dignity off of the floor then got dressed and fixed your hair you'd have to go out and do grocery shopping like you promised would do for days now. Obviously you covered your face with makeup before you left your home and put sunglasses on. You wore a longer skirt and turtle neck and on your way out the door you tried your hardest not to look at Linda's missing person's posters that were on the couch. The walk to the grocery store was surprisingly quiet and you hadn't seen a single hallucination on the way there.

In the aisles of the store you picked up the essentials, being careful not to linger too close to others and kept your head down. You walked past a group of kids picking up snacks and made it to the next aisle to put ground coffee in your cart. “So what are we going to do?” You heard one of the girls ask with a worried tone and you fought your brain telling you to leave it alone and move on so you eavesdropped. “We go into the sewers and find the clown, how else are we going to prove that my dad is innocent?!” you dropped the second can of ground coffee on the ground and your heart skipped a beat.