Princess | Richie Tozier

▪CHAPTER EIGHTEEN▫

◼BROOKLYN MILES◼

My vision seemed to come back to me as the blurry images cleared completely, I was laying down on my stomach on some sort of metal floor.

I slammed my hand beside my head to help me get up, I lifted my torso with much difficulty.

Looking down to the area that was in pain I saw a bloodied patch on my shirt, that's when I was pushed...

Then everything clicked in my mind, IT got me.

I looked up from my shirt only to see glass all around me, I seemed to be in some sort of glass tank.

I stood up quickly before pressing my hand against the glass, I slammed my hand into it multiple times but it didn't budge.

"That's not gonna work~" A familiar goofy voice sung out to me before it was followed up by a rupture of giggles

"LET ME GO!" I screeched at the demon that took on a clown form

It simply ran up to the glass with a wicked smile, I backed up at the sudden movements before slamming myself into the glass.

I angrily glared at the clown as it laughed at me.

"Let me out so I can beat your sorry ass!" I yelled at IT as my blood boiled.

"Oh I don't think you should worry about me~" IT mocked before pointing towards my feet

Water was seeping through the drain under my feet, rising quickly. I started to panic and hyperventilate as it rose to my ankle.

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed out at it, looking where it was but it had a

But to my dismay, it was no longer there. I took off my button up revealing my black spaghetti strap that was under it.

I plunged the shirt into the drain and waited for the water to stop flowing but it was already too late.

The water was still rising.

I bashed my fists agaisnt the thick glass, my knuckles buckled behind my wrists making me hiss in pain.

My breathing quickened as the water rose higher and higher.

I started to beg, scream for help.

But nothing.

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