Phantasm 》It Chapter 2

Nine

After Pennywise killed the little boy at the carnival, it decided to chain me to the ground like an animal. The cuff was tight around my ankle, but not tight enough to cut off blood circulation. I kept yanking and pulling, but it just wouldn't budge.

My head snapped up when the stupid clown's laugh echoed in the cave. I looked around frantically, maybe finding something to cut the chain - or even my foot - free.

"Boo!" Pennywise shouted as it jumped in front of me. I screamed. The stupid clown enjoyed watching me suffer. It pointed at me and kept laughing.

"Stay the hell away from me!" I screamed. "You killed that boy."

"Because I was starving," It dragged the word out to the point that drool slowly dripped down its chin. "Just how I know you must be." I inhaled deeply when the clown placed its hands on my belly. An inaudible gasp escaped my lungs when I felt the baby move, which entertained him. "How she must be."

Pennywise inched closer to me. I kept taking cautious steps backwards until I felt the hard wall against my back. "She won't be once I kill her," I threatened.

My body shook when It laughed as if I told some sick, twisted joke, its hands slammed on the wall from each side of my head. Now, I feel caged in. Its glowing eyes stared into mine as its lips curved up into a toothy grin.

"I know you're lying," Pennywise chuckled. "You've been lying this whole time. I know you won't kill our child."

"And what makes you so sure?" I tried to sound firm, but my voice cracked a tiny bit.

If possible, the clown's smile widened as he leaned down close to my ear. Its hot breath hitting my skin sent unpleasant chills down my spine. "You wouldn't name our baby if you planned on murdering her."

Crap, crap, crap. Shit. Mother fucking shit, It knew the entire time. Yes, I wouldn't have killed our baby, but it doesn't mean this fucking clown is going to be the one raising it with me.

"Just like how you plan on killing me again after I give birth, right?" I challenged. "That's the whole reason why I'm stuck in whatever the hell this shitty limbo is. I'm not your fucking bride. I'm just a surrogate. From the very start, that's all I ever was to you, huh?"

Pennywise laughed again, but his voice slowly morphed into something more human. Instead of the clown, I was facing the man It transformed to when we fucked. "A surrogate? I told you, Jenny, I needed you for the ritual. You gave in to the pleasure." It used the back of its hand to caress my cheek. "I could still hear your screams when I filled your tight cunt to the brim. And you...you were practically milking me by the end of it." My hair somehow got entangled in its fingers. "Some might call it a one-night stand." It kept looking at the strands until it looked at me directly in the eyes. "But I like to call it consummating our marriage."

Consummating our marriage? Now, I know this clown is full of shit.

"We're not married," I argued. "There was no ceremony. No rings -"

It laughed. "Is that really what you think?" Letting go of my hair, he roughly grabbed my wrist to show my left hand. My eyes widened. When...When the fuck did he put a ring on my finger? "'Til death do us part."

My heart quickened in fear. "That was never there." I shook my head in disbelief. "Wait, I never said I would marry you."

"No, but you did say to do whatever the fuck I want." Whatever space I had, it was gone. Pennywise closed the distance between us until his chest was pressed against mine. He trailed his hand up and laced our fingers together while his other hand went toward my hip. "We were on the floor like this. Your legs were over my shoulder. You were so caught up enjoying your moment of ecstacy that you didn't feel me slid the ring on your finger." His lips twitched to a cocky grin. "Though, I'm sure you didn't feel anything after I found your special place."