You woke up to Pennywise beside you, still sleeping and loudly snoring. You smiled at him and kissed his head. You got up from the bed, still naked, so you put on some pajamas and a warm and fuzzy robe. After that, you head downstairs to the kitchen to make some tea and you head outside to relax. Once you were outside of the house and beside the oak tree in your backyard in the early morning, you sighed in relief.
No noisy kid....
No craziness....
And absolutely no trouble.... Until.....
*CLICK*
You felt something on your head... something cold....
You looked to your left and saw a man with a dark cloak. Since it was dark out, you couldn't really observe him to report him to the police, though you could tell by the hard jawline and by the structure that the figure was a man.
A man with a gun.
You tried screaming, but something knocked you out. You felt light and couldn't hear a thing with the pain throbbing in your brain. After a few hours, you woke up to find yourself naked, standing and tied up. You tried untying yourself, but the rope only made your wrists bleed with every jerk. As you stood there, trying to escape, you heard footsteps. The door then opened to see three men, shirtless, wearing black leather pants. You tried screaming, but there was tape attached to your mouth. One man with long black hair ripped the tape from your mouth, the pain stinging your mouth.
The man stroked your cheek. "Well, well, well, boys. Lookie what we got here." The man said in a thick Brooklyn accent. "The clown girl is trying to escape.".
You looked at the man in front of you, angry. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" you spat out. You didn't know this man, obviously, and you didn't know why he called you 'Clown girl' though you knew it could have been because you were married to Pennywise.
The man glared at you with dark, beady eyes that screamed criminal. He took your chin in his hands, forcing you to face his dirty face that was filled with the scent of grease and cologne that smelled like it was outdated since the 80s.
"Hun, my name is Boomer and you don't talk when you're not spoken to." He growled, irritating you. You didn't like how this man talked to you, so you spat on his face, upsetting him, to the point smacking you across the face. The sting of the slap stayed on your face as you streamed tears down your cheek, the warmness mixing in with the sting.
*TRIGGER WARNING*
"Don't get smart with me! You get smart with me, you get the punishment and you don't know what the punishment would be!" He yelled, his veins showing, taking over his neck. You felt super angry that you kicked and screamed, trying to escape from this group. You then kicked Boomer in the balls hardly, making him grab onto them as he groaned from the pain, kneeling down to the ground. He looked behind him at his two goons and you assumed it was a dark look because the two men walked away quickly and locked the door from behind them. Boomer took a look at you as he stood up and untied you from the ceiling. Once you were untied, he grabbed your wrist roughly, almost crushing it. He led you to a corner in the dark room, leaning you over on a crate, the hard surface hurting your stomach. He unbuckled his belt, grasping it in his hands. In one second, a hard slick of leather hit your bare bottom, leaving a red mark, as a yell emerged from you.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!!" He yelled, still spanking you. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY TEMPER!! YOU GET HIT AND AFTER THAT?!?!? YOU GET NO FOOD!!!" He said. As you cried, he hit you harder until your bottom felt numb. After Boomer was done, he went up to you to kiss you on the cheek. He then grabbed you in his chin again.
"Listen, hun; I've seen you with that freak. I needed to get you out of that freakshow of a family you had with him. I knew you were going to get away from me, so I kept you tied up. I don't want to do that to you and I don't want to punish you. But it's only to show you that you're mine." He said softly, as if it would make things better. He put his buckle back on and left you in that dark room, alone and cold.
.......You're mine.......
That's what whispered in your head
.......You're mine.......
You let out a soft whine and then you let out a loud cry, the tears streaming down your face. You kept crying nonstop, yelling out your husband's name, trying to call for help.
"PENNYWISE!!!!" You yelled, over and over, hoping he would hear you, hoping he would come and save you. You just wished this was a bad dream. You just hoped he was near.
All you could do was hope.....
YOU ARE READING
Pennywise x Reader 3
Storie d'amoreY/N and Pennywise are living happily with their daughter in Arizona. It was as if nothing bad was going to happen to them..... The only problem was that they were going to be proved wrong......
