Sunlight pours into the cracks of the room, flooding your closed eyes with a burning ray of light. You slowly open your weary eyes, head spinning. Your eyelids flutter and reveal the same dingy, dirty, moldy, ugly room you were in last night. Last night… what a night that was. Your body, sore and crusted with various fluids and blood, stings sharply as you slightly move on the warn-out, blood-riddled bed. You inhale cuttingly, trying to sit up as far as your body would allow you. You twist your body around to find that there was nobody next to you… Pennywise disappeared. Where could he have run off to? Was he even real? The scars and dried fluids on your body gave you your answer to the latter, but you still couldn't help but wonder where the clown went. You sit all the way up, groaning in pain. You rub your aching head and get a good look around the sunlight room. The wallpaper was torn to shreds and cobwebs dangled abundantly from the ceiling. A rat snuck past your leg, causing you to jump. This place is a dump, but you recall Pennywise's words… it's your home now, forever and always.

You force yourself to get up. You limp towards the wide-open door, which amazingly didn't shut on you suddenly like it would in a horror movie. You search the long, dusty, dark corridor for a bathroom, somewhere you can wash off the blood and come that caked your skin – you felt absolutely disgusting. When you came across a bathroom, there were rats and spiders crawling every which way, webs sticking from every surface, and broken glass scattered on the floor. You sigh and brave your way inside, sifting the rats and dispersing the spiders as you watch your step amongst the glass. You turn on the faucet on the broken sink to discover that there is no running water – you should have known. You can feel your chest get heavy. Damn it. You didn't want to cry, but the waterworks start to drip from the corner of your eyes. You wished you could just shower in your tears.

GRRRROOOOOUU

Your stomach rumbled loud and inhuman noises. Hunger sets in only to make matters worse. You grasp your stomach, trying to quell the sounds. You stare at a rat, eyeing it down. Anything looks delicious at this point, but you quickly realize that you don't want to make things even more difficult and give yourself rabies. You groan, hungry and aching, battered in various fluids that made your skin feel as if you were made from paper. You've only been here a day and you already wish you'd just the clown devour you. Perhaps this was a mistake, but the way he made you feel last night was something you could only describe as sensational. Maybe you don't want that feeling to go away. Maybe you crave more of it. Right now, at this moment, that's all you want to feel again.

You hear the sound of a door slamming downstairs. You jump slightly, worried thoughts racing through your head. Is Pennywise mad? Or is it someone else? What would they think if they saw you like this? Would they help you? Leave you for dead? Use you? All of these thoughts flurry in your mind like a snowstorm as the thunderous footsteps crept up the stairs. Each step creaking as their feet, followed by something even heavier, climbs higher up. A raspy voice whispers your name. You turn to see Pennywise, suddenly looming in the door frame carrying a naked corpse by its legs. The corpse looks to be that of a young adult, perhaps a teenager, but you couldn't tell and didn't dare to ask. He's carrying a pair of clothes in his other hand, presumably once belonging to the corpse. You notice that the hole in his pants that he had torn last night was gone, completely reformed like it never happened, if only your clothes could do the same.

"For you," he gives a toothy smile and tosses them at you. A plain black t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that look to be just your size. You stare at them, noticing small splotches of blood on the shorts. You cringe at the sight, but the clown stares at you waiting for a response, eyes shimmering with anticipation. "Well?"

"Oh, t-thanks," you mumble, smirking faintly. He grows a satisfied smile and proceeds to walk backwards, without even looking behind him. You hesitate to ask if you could get some food, but you know if you don't, you may starve to death. "Wait – Penny…wise? I'm, uh… I'm really hungry. Do you think I can maybe get something to eat?"

He lumbers forward, clown boots stomping loudly. He reaches the door frame and glances at you, his eyes glowing hungrily in the darkness of the corridor. He steps into the bathroom, the corpse dragging behind him, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. You stare as he narrows his eyes, contemplating what to tell you. His nostrils flare and his lower eyelids twitch.

"Hungry? Want some?" He points to the bloodied corpse with a large grin on his face. You nearly vomit in your mouth at the thought. "I don't like sharing, but if you die of starvation, who will I play with?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I'd really like it if I could have… human food? Not… food that is human," you chuckle nervously. Your stomach booms, starving and craving something – anything… that isn't human flesh, of course. Pennywise's eyes lit up at the sound. He drops the corpse and swiftly swoops over to you. He places an ear at your abdomen, trying to listen for the noise again. His head shifts around your belly until it roars once more. You hear him mumble something to himself. Why is he doing this?

"Food. Yes. Food. You need food. Human food," he mutters, his eyes rushing around wildly. He seems perplexed, maybe even upset that you're so hungry. He's probably never had to deal with humans being hungry before, considering he's the one hungry for humans. He gently rubs your stomach with his blood-covered hand, attempting to sooth you. He looks up at you, his eyes appearing blue rather than the typical amber you've become accustomed to. "What can I get you?"

"Actually… I was… hoping I can go and get food myself? Since I know exactly what I'm looking for," you swallow your spit and close an eye, expecting the answer to be a brutal no. He raises his head from your stomach slowly, his eyes shifting back to yellow, eyelids opened wide. His left eye float askew again as his mouth trembled. His hand snatches your jaw, lifting your head up slightly.

"No, no, no. If you leave, you may not come back. And if you don't come back…," his voice trailed off to a hiss, fluctuating between a normal tone to something more monstrous. He shakes his head vigorously as his eyes flash, telling you without words just how much of a world of hurt you will be in if you leave, even for a moment. "You may not ever come back again."

"I promise you I'll come back. If I just run back home and get some food, I-I'll come back. I swear," you plead nervously, stammering, trying not to cry as the clown's grip on your chin tightens. "You can keep an eye on me and w-watch me. I will come back. I-I made a promise to you, Pennywise."

Drool drips from Pennywise's mouth, his eyes never separating from you. His upper lip curls upward, revealing his entire row of teeth. His head cocks to the side like a confused animal, making a loud cracking noise. The two of you sit in stillness for a tick, staring one another down. A rat brushes past your leg on its way to the corpse; it begins to gnaw on it slowly. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your back, goosebumps riddling your skin. His eyes dart around as he finally makes a decision.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. But… I will be watching. You will get the food and you will come right back. Nothing more," he waggles his finger, demanding you to behave like a mother to her child. He releases your chin and stands up, seizing the rancid corpse on his way out. His gaze on you never breaks as he points to his eyes. "Always watching."

You nod your head as he shimmies out of sight, yet you knew he was still watching. You never felt his radiant eyes leave you. You take a deep, shaky breath and grasp the broken, porcelain sink to help lift yourself up. You climb to your feet, holding the pair of clothes Pennywise brought you. You're not sure if you should wear the clothes of a dead person, but your clothes were basically nonexistent thanks to all of the rips and tears that basically presented your entire body to the world. You shrug off the despairing fact and shed your clothes to change. You can feel Penny's eyes fixated on you the entire time, despite him not being in the same room. He was always watching you – from the moment you moved to Derry, you've felt eyes on you. Watching your every movement, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Now you at least know who they belong to – or what they belong to.

The new clothes didn't fit quite right; they were a little too small, suffocating your form ever so slightly. You figure you can try to ignore it until you get home – you can change there. If Pennywise would let you, at least. He told you to grab the food then come back, not replace the "fresh" new clothes he got for you. He probably wouldn't mind that much, would he? You breathe in and get a whiff of yourself… you absolutely reek of sex and blood. You gag as you look in the broken mirror – you're a mess. Your hair is absolutely tangled, your face and neck drenched in gore, and your eyes are bloodshot and tired. You can't go out like this, but you have to. You don't have much of a choice. Maybe… just maybe you can sneak in a quick shower at home. Your encrusted skin and terrible odor was enough to make you cringe. You need a shower, regardless of what Pennywise had to say.

You head down the stairs quietly, each step still creaking with every movement. You absorb the living room of the semi-abandoned Neibolt house. Broken furniture and miscellaneous knick-knacks scattered across the floor, mold and dust surrounding the entirety of the floor and walls, and trees overgrown into the broken windows. You hear bones snapping followed by low, rumbling growls in a room nearby. Pennywise must be enjoying his meal. As you reach for the doorknob, you clench your fist.

"I'll be back," you force yourself to yell. There is silence until you hear the sound of breaking bones being munched on once again. He already knows you'll be back. You had better be back. You open the door and swoop underneath the boards covering the frame. You bask in the heat of the sun feeling oddly free – even though you knew you weren't. For the first time, you felt lucky that your house was not far from Neibolt Street. You want to get there as quick as possible and avoid being seen. People would absolutely stop someone who is drenched in blood and look as if they were walking corpse. You take a deep breath and step off of the porch, beginning your journey home. You stride at a fast pace, looking around for potential people that may spot you. Your anxiety is high. You can feel your heart begin to beat rapidly as you tread through the quiet, winding road.

On your way home, your mind wanders. You can't stop thinking about Pennywise. Last night replays in your mind over and over. The thought of the pain of his jaws closing in on you clashing with the mind-numbing sensation of being fucked into oblivion eats at you. It felt so good, yet you feel so… wrong. You feel wrong for wanting it and even worse for wanting more of it. You hadn't craved sex in so long – you can't even remember the last time you've had sex. Your anxieties of getting close to anyone enough to have sex with them was too asphyxiating. But getting dominated by this… thing – this definitely not human beast that branded you and marked you, claimed you as its own. It's new to you. Oddly intoxicating, like floating on cloud nine but with more sharp things.

You filled your lungs with a deep breath of the clean, Derry air. You have to admit, it's cleaner than back home. The small town freshness was relaxing. As you turn the corner, you see that your house is just up ahead. You have short flashbacks to when you met Penny last night… or well, knew he was following you. The whistles still haunt you. You turn your head to see a mother and her daughter walking down the sidewalk. The girl, no more than nine years old, looks at you in horror, covering her mouth and tugging at her mother's dress. The mother locks eyes with you, but her expression remains eerily blank. The girl still gapes at you as her mother drags her further down the sidewalk, hurrying her along. Kids were right to fear Neibolt Street; they can see the horrors of this town more than the adults. Why haven't you been able to see what has been happening all this time until now? Why now? You're an adult, but you've been shielded from Pennywise and his influence – besides the feeling of being watched, but perhaps you'd always thought it was the anxiety and not the actual gaze of some kind of monster.

You get to the door of your cozy, one-story home and reach for the handle. You don't recall locking the door, if you did you would be shit out of luck with no key. You turn it and the door opens before you. You lock the door behind you and inspect around, hoping no one has snuck in or stolen something. Everything is exactly as you left it. You head towards the kitchen but the crusted blood and come on your desiccated skin reminds you that you want to shower. You bite your fist, knowing it will anger the clown that you promised your life to. But you told yourself you would – no matter what.

You scurry to the bathroom, tearing off your clothes down the hall. You fling open the door and close it, running over to the shower faucet and turning it on as swiftly as possible. This shower needs to be quick. You shed your last sock and hop in the water, tearing the curtain across the bar. The warmth of the water pours your skin, beating over you and soaking you tenderly. You take a moment to immerse yourself in the embrace of the water, losing yourself in how satisfying it is after being in the disgusting environment of the decrepit house you spent the night in. The sting of your wounds bites at you as the water hits them, but you didn't have time to clean them properly. You didn't have much supplies to do that with anyway. As you reach for your bar soap, you hear a rattling outside of the shower. You ignore it and snatch the soap. It slips from your hands and falls onto the floor. Butterfingers.

You bend to get the soap, as the rattling gets louder. You feel your heart skip a beat as the lights flicker. You concentrate on finishing the shower as quickly as possible and rub the soap all over your body, scrubbing harder at the blood and caked fluids solidified on you.

"Y/N…" a voice rasps, muffled as if coming from the sink beside you. You recognize the voice, sending a cold shiver down your spine, interrupting the warm feeling the shower contained you in. You scrub harder until your skin starts to hurt. The rattling gets louder until you hear the breaking of porcelain, as if your sink has completely cracked open. There's a presence in the room. A familiar presence. You turn your head to see the silhouette of a tall, lanky figure looming outside the shower curtain. Beaming, yellow eyes glowing through the curtain, gawking at you ravenously. Low growling emanating from its mouth. Pennywise. "Bad, bad little toy."

You scream as he tears through the shower curtain with his claws, eyes flashing wildly as saliva showered from his sharped tooth grin. He marches into the shower. He grabs you're your neck with both hands and slams you into the wall of the shower, holding you high. He looks at you with eyes of fury, upset that you disobeyed him. His fiery hair drapes over his bulbous head, covering his cross eyes. His makeup never melting from the water. His skin-tight suit clings even more tightly onto him. You can see the outline of what bulged beneath his pants clearly.

"I told you. I told you. Food and then back. Is that so difficult? Even I can do it," he hisses, bringing you to his face. He inhales your scent and shakes his head violently, his red lips curled into a pout. He narrows his beady eyes, still sniffing away at you. "My scent… is fading... but the stench of your fear is strong. Stronger than before."

His tongue flicks rapidly from his mouth and onto your neck, licking up the old blood and soap that bubbled on your skin. You felt his wet, gloved hand wrap firmly around your neck as the other traversed its way down to your crotch. His grip grew harsher as you choked out a muffled apology. "I'm sorry, P-Penny. I-I needed—"

He didn't care what you had to say. He growls eagerly, mouth twitching as his hand clamps down on your pussy and your throat. You feel a tinge of excitement and slight arousal fraternizing with your fright. He can smell it on you and he relished in it.

"Pitiful humans and their poor, poor memory. And cleaning off my scent? Tsk, tsk. Bad girl," he snarls, shaking his head mockingly, eyes not even facing in the same direction. Your stomach roars abruptly, Pennywise's eyes ignite at the noise He moves his hand from down under to your stomach, placing it there as he glares at you, salivating more than usual. "You're still hungry. I know just what to feed you."

Pennywise drops you onto the shower floor and caresses your head, pushing it towards the bulge in his pants. You feel your cheek rub against the hard spot of his sopping, silky suit. He slowly pulls his puffy silver pants down, rather than ripping them to shreds. His member springs freely, already throbbing in front of you. You finally get a clear view of his entire genitalia. His cock was a unique marbled red, dark and light blended together with bright lines, much like his make-up, curling to the tip. The pink tip, oozing fluid, was sheathed between the soft, spiny outer shaft of his cock. It was slimy and shiny and not human-like in the slightest. As he pulls his pants down further, there is even more to his body than you could have thought. You see a cage of teeth with two pink, slippery tentacles dangling from of it. It's the most alien thing you have ever seen and you can't help but wish you were still in the dark so you didn't have to look at it. The odor of his lower region was foul. You nearly gag taking in the fishy, sewage smell that wafted into your nostrils. He laughs at you as he prods his dick near your lips, rubbing it on them like lipstick. The ooze coats your mouth, but you refuse to open up.

"You don't deserve to be picky," Pennywise sneers, clutching onto your hair, pulling it tightly to make your mouth open. The appendages that hung from his toothy genitals whip around your wrists, acting as handcuffs. They slam you into the wall, incapacitating your arms to make sure you can't move. You squirm in their grasp to no avail. "Dinner time."

He rams his cock between your lips, not giving your mouth a moment to adapt to his massive girth before sliding all the way to the back of your throat. You gag, causing him to emit a gurgling laugh that transitions into a stretched moan. He slowly pulls himself in and out, unaffected by the grating of your teeth on the rough surface of his skin. The taste was atrocious, almost exactly like it smells. You feel a third appendage slither onto your breasts, wrapping around them tightly. The end of it suctions onto your nipple, nibbling at it like it had teeth of its own. You can hardly breathe as Pennywise's pace begins to pick up, going further and further down your throat with each thrust. He pulls his entirety out of you for a moment to let you take in some air, but the water pouring down from the shower head fills your jaw instead. He shoves himself back into you with a rough buck, filling your entire mouth with ease. Spit flows from your mouth as you try not to vomit with each thrust. His hand gently combs through your hair, counteracting with the roughness of him face-fucking you.

"Mm. Hungry, hungry girl," you look up at him with his cock burrowed in your mouth. His eyelids are fluttering and his mouth hangs open in a satisfied expression, water pouring into his mouth and mixing with slobber that dispensed from his lips endlessly. He licks his lips as he slows his thrusts. "If you do a good job, it'll taste just like cotton candy. Cotton candy lollipop."

The mention of a lollipop makes you instinctively start moving your tongue in small, circular motions, treating his dick as if it were actually a piece of candy. He growls softly, almost sounding like a deranged purr. You start moving your head back and forth at your own pace, still twisting your tongue across his shaft. He jerks slightly, his cock trembling slightly as you start moving your head faster. He starts to secrete a fluid that coats the inside of your mouth; it actually does taste like cotton candy. The nasty aroma also fades into a sickly-sweet scent. The flavor makes you want to keep sucking.

The tentacles apprehending your hands release you. One of them slinks to your pussy, beginning to play with your entrance while the other hangs idle. You grab his cock with one hand and the tentacle with the other, simultaneously stroking them. Pennywise lets out a contented howl, gripping your head gently. The appendage on your tits sucks harder, making you utter a muffled 'mmf.' You look up at him to see a disheveled mess of a monster. His drenched, fiery hair riddled over his pale face, eyes rolled back, shark-toothed mouth agape. His make-up remains unscathed. You take a weird satisfaction in doing this to him – absolutely breaking this disgusting monster. Turning him into a trembling mess. Something about it really turns you on.

Pennywise's grasp on your head tightens as he forcefully begins fucking your face again. His cock shutters in your mouth. His slithery appendage teases your entrance, flicking playfully as he rams himself into your throat repeatedly. He growls as his thrusting ceases. It isn't long before you feel hot, viscous fluid exploding down your gullet. It tasted like cotton candy too. The sticky-sweet hot liquid filled your throat and your mouth as he starts to pull out, still pumping liquid flavor down into you. The tentacle in your hand secrets a liquid too, coating your hand and dripping onto the shower floor, racing the water down the drain. The clown pulls out entirely, still coming, letting it spew over your face. It washes off almost immediately from the shower.

"Eat up," he huffs, grinning ear to ear. You swallow all of his seed down your sore throat. It runs down your throat, warming your stomach when it reaches it. You oddly enough do feel less hungry. As you gulp down the last drop, Pennywise lifts you up by your head. He collides his tongue onto your face, lapping up the remaining puddles of come before his lips reach yours. He sticks his slimy tongue in your mouth, sliding it along your gums and making sure you really ate up all of his fluids. He kisses you deeply. You peek to see his eyes still open, staring at you fiercely, hungry for more. You feel his one tentacle rescind from your breast while the other plunges itself into your pussy. You let out a sigh of pleasure as it slowly pushes further into you. You feel his cock push up against your clit, lightly nudging against it. He rumbles softly as he snatches your legs, hoisting them up. "Your punishment isn't over yet, my pet."

As his tentacle slips in and out of you, you feel a second, firmer member push at your entrance, prodding gently. A muffled scream escapes your throat as he shoves his cock into you, just as hard as it was when it was in your mouth. Both his slippery tentacle and his warm, thickness are buried deep inside of you. He squeals with pleasure, pulsating within your walls. He pulls apart from your lips leaving a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

"Soft and wet, thumping like a beating heart," he whispers into your ear, giggling like a child. His jaw hovers over your neck. You feel his hot, watery breath on you as his sharp teeth poke your skin. You clench your fists as his gnarled fangs scrapes your throat, cutting just barely under the skin. You suck air through your teeth in pain and pleasure as Pennywise thrusts into you at the same pace as your heart beat. He guffaws maniacally, his teeth still sunk into you. "Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump."

Both appendages drill into you mercilessly, going faster as your heart rate increases. You've never had this much in you at once. It's driving you mad with pleasure, stretching you until you can barely hold on much longer. You hear him growl and pant quietly, his tongue dangling like a thirsty mutt. The water rushes over your body, cascading onto both of you and only adding to the heat of the moment. The room is absolutely steaming. If it weren't for the water, you would be drenched in sweat. You feel your breathing get heavier and heavier with every thrust. You grip onto his skintight suit, biting your lip in ecstasy. He grabs your swollen, bleeding neck and stares intently into your eyes.

"Enjoying this, are you?" He snarls, displeased that you're enjoying his so-called 'punishment.' His upper lip twitches as he yanks himself out of you, a loud squelching noise follows. You sigh as he drives his wet lips onto yours again, but not for very long before he drops your legs and slams you face-first into the other side of the shower wall. You groan as he snatches your arms, pulling them backwards. You feel his slimy appendages crash into your pussy again, even harder than before. You yelp as he starts to fuck you faster and more roughly than he has before, causing enough friction to start a fire. You can't help but utter an elongated moan. Pennywise was quick to shut you up. He releases one of your arms to shove his wet fingers in your mouth, the rest of his fingers gently clasping your throat. "Shh-shh. Quiet time."

He giggles, plunging away at you with force. He lets go of your other arm and smashes you into wall, your breasts pushing against the cold surface. With one hand gripping your neck, the other pulls back and smacks your ass with enough force to make your whole body wince. He grips onto your ass, squeezing it firmly. Your entire body shakes as he continues to drive away at you. You can feel the slimmer tentacle wrap around his cock, writhing around it, making his member act like a literal drill as he continues to roughhouse you. He smacks your ass again, harder than before, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. He laughs in response, his hand around your neck gripping tighter.

Your lower half begins to twitch, arousal pooling like the aftermath of a hurricane at your clit. You gasp for air as your walls clench down on Pennywise, your body shaking as you come. You hear him suck in air too as his thrusts accelerate as fast as he can allow himself to go. He lets go of your throat and clutches your ass with both hands, you feel a sharpness pierce your skin as his fingers turn to claws once again, tearing through another pair of gloves. How many of those does he have? You gently turn your head around to look at him; he's practically frothing at the mouth, his eyes nothing but white, with a sliver of his orange corneas hiding below his eyelids which quivered subtly. Your toes curl and your chest heaves as your body keeps tightening, shutting as the fleeting feeling of pleasure comes to an end. You can hear the clown's breathing get heavier from behind you, knowing that he is about to finish for a second time.

His thrusting comes to a rapid stop as you feel the familiar rush of warmth fill your insides, already seeping from you. Waves of his fluids pump into you. You can feel both the tentacle and his cock throbbing synchronously, rubbing against the tightness of your pussy with every pump. His grasp on your ass only tights as you hear him growl and mutter to himself under his dense breaths, drool falling down your back and flooding off into the water. He quickly jerks himself out of you. You feel him propelling more of his juices onto your back. You watch as it all pours out of you and races down the drain, dancing around in a circular motion before falling down into the darkness. He turns you around, placing his hand on the wall behind your head, keenly gazing into your eyes. His other hand grazes your chin.

"You earthwomen… always so much fun," he chuckles, putting his thumb against your lips softly. His eyes shift back into the baby blue from earlier, glistening as he narrows his eyes at you. "Now you know to listen to me, yes? Or… are you a glutton for punishment? I know you enjoyed it. I felt you enjoying it."

"Maybe I did," you smirk, kissing his thumb playfully. Maybe you did enjoy his 'punishment.' After all, you enjoyed last night. You can't remember the last time someone had made you feel this way – this excitement, this… pleasure. For the longest time, you've been alone and in your own head, using only your hand to get off, if you ever even felt like it. Perhaps you are a glutton for punishment.

"Clean up, toy. Grab your food and whatever else you need and let's go back home – your NEW home," he coos, booping your nose before slinking out of the shower. Like a dog, he shakes his entire body to dry off, splattering water all over the shower curtain and presumably, the entire room. You sigh before taking the bar soap and finishing up your shower. Your new home… a new life. A life you never thought you'd have, not even for a moment. You look to see that Pennywise is gone; either waiting outside for you to finish, or waiting back at Neibolt.

You don't want to keep him waiting, do you?