Before several rows of sharp, stalactite-like teeth come ardently piercing through your flesh, time begins to tug into a halt. For a moment, your mortality precariously dangles before you, but all you can think about was how one day lead you into the clawed fists of a demonic clown with jaws unhinged and ready to consume you in entirety. How you ended up here should have been a blur, but it was all too vivid to forget.

It was all too vivid to ever forget.

It was end of summer. The weather had not much changed, but the new wind brought in a cool promise that shades of gold and scarlet would soon line the sidewalks. It was the time of year that a sweater was appropriate for the morning, but by the afternoon one might break into a sweat, just as you were currently doing. Why did you think it was a good idea to prematurely break out your favorite cardigan?

As the sun strictly scolded your fashion decisions, you decided to stop by an old drug store downtown in the hopes of buying something cold and sweet to eat and a chance to bask in the AC. It wasn't quite on the way home, but it wasn't too far. The thought of ice cream was motivation enough to stray from your typical route.

Bells jingle against the door as you go in. You are greeted by a blast of cold air, but not a single voice calls out "welcome!" It's a bit uncharacteristic of mom and pop shops such as these, but you shrug it off. Perhaps someone's in the back, busy at work.

By the time you sit down at the counter, you realize that something is very wrong. There is a deafening silence all around you. There is no sound of an employee rustling in the stock rooms like you previously expected. No music is playing at all in the store. Even the traffic outside is muted, and you know there's no way the walls are thick enough to block out the noise. You question if perhaps the store was closed, and maybe someone had forgotten to lock the door.

You pace through the aisles, craning your neck around corners in search of a face. You even go as far as to call out a puzzled "hello", but still nothing returns. It seems you are the only one here. You look out the window and not a single car passes by. Was there some event in town you forgot about? A holiday, maybe?

And with that thought, the fluorescent lights flickered out. It was still bright enough from the sun shining in to see, but a chill flew through you, insisting you did not belong here. You hurried to the exit.

You push on the door, but it won't budge. The bells on it jingle almost in mocking as you violently shake it, desperately hoping to force it open. Your arms fall against your sides in defeat and you sigh. But even after you stopped shaking the door, a faint jingling could be heard. It echoed against the silent walls of the shop.

"Hello?" You call out again, turning to follow the sound of the bells. The sound seemed to travel, as if luring you in circles. The bells intensified, growing louder, and then moved further away again. You traced the noise to behind a door at the very back of the shop. There was just enough light streaming in to illuminate the sign that read "Employee's only."

It's unlocked. You go through, searching vainly and straining your ears. The bells are close now, but you can hardly see. Something clicks as you step on it, and a slow churning noise masks the jingling of bells. A string of Christmas lights begin to glow, one tiny, colored bulb at a time.

Blue, red, green, purple, blue, red, green, purple, blue, red, red, red, red, red…

The lights turn on as though in a domino effect, the dots drawing shapes along the walls as they blinked into existence. They formed the shape of an arrow, pointing towards a door on your left that now also twinkled with a garland of red lights. A new sound hummed behind this door, not of bells, but of carousel music. Every rational fiber in you warned not to wander inside, but as if by instinct, you turned the handle and went inside.

The air smelled nauseatingly sweet. The corners of the room were dark still, giving the illusion of it appearing endless, while still visible at its center was a single light teetering back and forth from the ceiling.

A single red balloon hovered beneath it.

Your heart began to race, hands trembling as you tried to piece together the meaning, but it was difficult to think with the off-key carnival music assaulting your ears. You approached the balloon with a furrowed brow and reached out to grab its white string when a strange, gloved hand emerged from the shadows.

You flinch back and trip, landing hard on your ass. A figure fully reveals itself, now holding the balloon and smiling down at you. The music begins to skip, two strained notes repeating like an alarm.

A tall, pale clown grins from ear to ear, with two long front teeth poking from under a crimson upper lip. Its eyes glow like a cats in an inhuman shade of amber. It extends it hand to you, offering to help you up.

Wide eyed and shaking, you attempt to shuffle back towards the door, but it lunges down and pulls your leg towards itself, chuckling playfully. You want to scream, but your voice feels choked inside your throat. The clown towers over you and then pulls you up to your feet and inches from its face.

"My name is Pennywise the dancing clown! What's yours?"

You're struck speechless, searching its face in a desperate attempt to figure out what exactly it is, but are left with no answer.

"There's no need to be shy! Here, I've got something for you…"

From seemingly nowhere, the clown pulls out a soft-serve ice cream cone through the darkness.

"Is this your favorite flavor?" Its voice rasps.

You don't know why you respond at all, but you nod. The clown's smile grows wider. A strange stirring is born inside you, like a tug of war between terrified and aroused. You fight yourself from feeling anything at all, but the clown tenses its grip on your shoulder and the panic ensues.

It seems to smell this internal battle raging inside you and lifts the ice cream to your lips. Obliging, you take a small lick. It's exactly what you wanted. The clown emits a low sound, and you can't quite decide if it's a growl or purr, but you can feel it in your chest.

It keeps the cone close to your mouth, and you continue to eat it. The cold makes your warm lips tingle, and the ice cream soon begins to melt and drip down your chin. You can feel the clowns piercing stare blaze a hole through you, causing your face to burn and flush. You feel the burn traveling through your entire body, smoldering at the junction of your thighs.

Pennywise lowers the ice cream cone and glares at you briefly. It scans your face, lingering its gaze at the mess around your mouth before pulling you in closer to its body and slowly licking the sticky ice cream from your face. It begins with long laps from your chin to your lips, kissing and sucking the sugar from your skin. You shiver from the sensation, and involuntarily grip its arm and moan. It traces the tip of its tongue around the corners of your mouth before pushing in, mingling its long tongue with yours and tasting you.

You feel its erection pressing against your body. Impulsively, you jut out your hand and feel it, rubbing your palm against the tattered fabric and hardness of its bulge. It sighs hotly into your open mouth before biting at your lower lip. It begins to press its pelvis into you as its sharp teeth graze your neck, driving you mad with fear and desire.

Pennywise suddenly pushes you up against an unseen wall and pants heavily into your ear, pining you against the surface. Its rough hands search your body aggressively, as though claiming you all as its own. Your goosebumps continue to rise from a multitude of conflicting feelings, making your hair raise and legs quiver.

Just as you feel like you can't take anymore, it clutches violently at the fabric of your clothes and rips them into shreds, flinging them all away carelessly. You struggle against its strength, but eagerly await what it may do next.

Grabbing your legs, it hoists you up as though you weigh nothing, and you wrap your thighs around its torso for balance. You are able to recognize that the clown is in full control, but you resist regardless. You have to resist. The tip of its warm cock throbs against your entrance like a threat.

Your hips wiggle with unbridled impatience while pushing away from him simultaneously, perplexingly reluctant but ready all at once. Pennywise's strength was well enough to hold you up and also force you down onto its cock. Without hesitation, the girth of its swollen cock stretches you out and fills you immediately. You fail to stifle a loud moan.

Pennywise grinds its hips into yours, settling its cock deep inside of you. You have no choice but to take all of it. Quickly, the clown lifts and lowers you, making you bob up and down on its thick shaft. You scream with a mixture of sheer horror and undeniable pleasure that is possessing you completely, causing your body to go limp and entirely under its grasp. You rock against the wall, your eyes rolling back with each thrust. Moans continue to escape you, and the clown only seems to laugh at this. It laughs again as it shoves its hard cock to the hilt.

Pennywise's cock is slamming hard into you now, and you can't help but squirm and cry out. It is hitting every right spot inside of you and your body clenches down in wild desperation. Your toes are beginning to curl and you're getting soaked by your own wetness. You tell yourself that this isn't happening, but the sound of Pennywise's cock rhythmically pushing into your tight hole echoes throughout the empty blackness of the room.

A heat spreads throughout your body as you reach climax. You grow dizzy, heaving and moaning louder still. Pennywise picks up the pace and ravages you riotously, tossing you like a toy designed for only its pleasure. Your muscles contract and you claw at Pennywise passionately as your orgasm inflames, sending you into a breathless state of pure and rather morbid ecstasy.

The clown lets out an animalistic groan and empties its massive load inside of your exhausted and feeble frame. Right when you think it's over, it pulls you off of its wet cock and locks intense gaze with you. Sweating, your arousal begins to lose to pure terror. Its face is entirely stoic, as though nothing has occurred only moments ago. Your heart speeds up again.

The clowns smile stretches and breaks, until rows upon rows of pointed, jagged teeth swallow your vision.