So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

It was around 3 p.m. in Derry. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the quiet streets as Rare walked home from the grocery store, her hands full of shopping bags. She hummed softly to herself, completely unaware that her day was about to take a strange turn. As she adjusted the bags in her hands, she suddenly noticed something missing. "My ring..." Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly set the bags down and searched through her handbag. After a few frantic seconds, she found the ring buried inside. Relieved, she pulled it out-but before she could slip it back onto her finger, it slipped from her grasp. "No, no, no!" The ring bounced once on the pavement and disappeared into an open storm drain. "Oh no, what the fuck? My ring!" Rare dropped to her knees and peered into the darkness below. The drain was pitch black, swallowing the light from above. She squinted, trying to spot the tiny glimmer of her ring. Then suddenly- A pale face appeared from the darkness. Rare gasped and nearly fell backward. A clown stared up at her. "What the fuck! What are you doing down there?" she shouted, her heart pounding. The clown looked exhausted and frightened. "There are some boys behind me," he said. "They were chasing me. I was running, and I slipped into this open drain. I screamed for help, but nobody listened. Then I tried to find a way out through the tunnels. I've been walking for hours." He pointed toward the darkness behind him. "Then I saw a little light above me.. and when I came closer, I saw you." The clown looked up at Rare with hopeful eyes. "Can you help me get out of here?" what will Rare do after that.

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

Pandora has always craved the dark-the blood, the fear, the seductive thrill of the unknown. A horror-obsessed goth girl who knows every scream queen's fate... but when a masked killer stalks her small town, the terror feels dangerously intimate. Then there's Dylan. Towering, wicked, utterly unholy. He calls her 'babydoll' like a sin, watches her like he already owns her. She should be scared. She should run. But when his hands pin her down, when his breath scorches her throat, when he whispers against her trembling lips, she doesn't know if she wants to be his final girl... or his willing, ruined obsession. A dark, twisted slasher romance where fear tastes like pleasure, and surrender feels like fate. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.

• a dark romance 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧... ...𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. • made by malena dove

the direction of the book has changed. Still lemons and fluff. But it got dark real fast.

I do not take credit for the art shown as the cover. "You'll float too~!" Those words rung in your ears as you stared at a pair of bright orange-yellow eyes. The creature loved your scent of fear. It's eyes flickered out into the darkness as the sound of bells followed. "On second thought, maybe you won't float, my dear.." Edit {4/5/2019}- Changed cover, made by @WhiteWolf2127

She has no one, everyone left her, but can a crazy demonic clown change that, or will he just leave her dead? Something about him makes her happy. Does he want to protect her or just lure her in? (A/N): I don't own any of the characters from IT. Feel free to comment, don't forget to vote, and add this to your library so you can keep on reading.

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