His Domain

Chapter 6

She was actually very surprised that for two days everything was normal. Everything except her dreams which were very weird. Nothing she would call nightmares but nothing that she would call good either. Intense, realistic, graphic, strange...all of that but not scary. It wasn't even anything she could specifically remember just that she always woke up with a vague feeling of something not being right and the dreams being hard to comprehend. When she was having them they were very emotional. It felt almost as if she was getting no sleep at all which was wearing her down. Though she was tempted to try to find out if Pennywise was behind all of that she was more hoping that he went away and was starting to consider if it might not be better to just let him eat humans if it meant her life went back to normal. Even if what he consumed was children.

Amazingly, for some reason (probably the demon clown) no one at her job even noticed she was missing or had gone on any assignment. Everything was just normal. Eerily so. If she couldn't touch, taste, and smell everything around her like she currently was she'd have sworn she was still in the sewers and just dreaming all of this but she was definitely alive and this was definitely real. It was just taking a lot of getting used to. She had opted to take a hiatus from her job, and an extended one. She lied and said there was a death in her family and since she had time off coming to her anyway no one was overly concerned about this. Part of her felt almost like she could get away with murder and no one would bat an eye with how she was being treated. She didn't like it.

As she was on her nightly jog through Central Park she suddenly paused when she realized how silent it had gotten suddenly. How empty the place was. Sure it was late but it was never this empty. There was always at least a hobo wandering around or something, this wasn't right, she couldn't hear sounds of the city or traffic she couldn't see anyone around and the only light coming from above was the unusually large moon. Fuck. He was coming. She started running, more than a jog, a full-on terrified run when she was suddenly tackled from behind. She screamed as she hit the ground, being pinned there in the middle of the dirt path unable to move.

There was a demonic giggling that followed, a very amused sounding terrifying one. It couldn't be anything other than...him...IT.

"STOP!" She yelled, but that didn't work. Her face was shoved into the dirt roughly and she felt like if she even tried to move or get away her skull would be crushed. She had no choice but to submit even if she didn't want to and had been lulled into a false sense of security that maybe this clown was never coming back.

"Stop...STOP!!!" He mocked her, his voice rising up to that annoyingly high and mocking pitch it took on when he was excited. "Do you really want this to stop...are you just so...scared..." he said then started in with some ridiculously loud teasing and fake sob right in her ear. She felt his tongue run over the back of her neck as her pants were yanked down roughly. In her mind's eye flashed the images of him, how he'd looked that night in that chair. That weird, tall, skinny, pale man with intense green eyes. The first time she'd ever felt like maybe he was somewhat attractive if that's what he could possibly look like under all of that clown makeup. She felt him against her, thrusting into her moments later. She screamed, hating herself for getting aroused through all of this fear, her own stupid problem being used against her for such a horrible thing.

"Take it...take it little girl this is what you want you were practically begging for it running through here all alone..." He hissed. She struggled as much as she could, clawing at the ground under her as the pounding started again. The cock, or tentacle, or whatever it was moving at an impossibly fast pace that was brutal, agonizing, and pleasurable all at once. Her breath caught in her throat, the sensation almost too intense for her to be able to draw in a breath. A hand wrapped around her throat pulling her head and neck up at an impossible angle allowing him to somehow, look down at her so she could see his face. That demonic grin and those glowing yellow eyes. He was, in fact, the clown again. She'd have screamed if she wasn't so completely paralyzed with fear and pleasure at the moment. She opened her mouth, though, mostly to try to get in a breath and seeming to realize she couldn't breathe he released her and she was slammed to the ground again.