I walked down the street, letting the small droplets of rain cascade down my now dark hair. My coat felt heavy on my shoulders, but not as heavy as the feeling in my heart. My feet splashed against the puddles, not caring about the mess I made. The town felt like it was moving in slow motion, everyone seeming depressed.

The sound of bells hit my ears as I entered the small store. I made my way to the adequate aisle, my eyes scanning everything within a minute. I grabbed the small box, holding it in my hand, almost embarrassed. I bit my lip all the way to the cash register. I was really glad the store was particularly empty today. I paid for the item, not making eye contact with the cashier. It had been my 5th time this week I had been here purchasing the same thing. I should've stocked up by now.

I made my way out the door, walking down the rainy street, the small black plastic bag swinging on my wrist. I could hear the sounds of bicycles riding by, children's laughter filling the air. My boots made splashing noises beneath me, my hands numb from the cold.

I made the familiar turn, seeing the motel in the distance. I felt more and more nauseous the closer I got. The truth waiting for me behind those 4 walls in my room, on marble floor and white ceilings. I crossed the empty street, the wind picking up as I did. There was going to be another storm soon. I could feel it in the air.

I heard the gravel hit the bottom of my shoes as I got closer to the entrance of the tainted motel. I walked in, the warm air welcoming me instantly. I made a sharp turn, heading for my room as fast as I could. I looked back when I felt a presence. My eyes wandered around the empty hallways that laid behind me, no other soul in sight. I slowly turned back, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.

My door creaked as it opened, allowing me inside. I quickly made my way to the bathroom, opening the small plastic bag as I did. I closed the bathroom door shut behind me, blocking out the rest of the world.

"Negative" I sighed, relief in my voice. I let my back slide against the wall as I felt all the feeling return to my body. I looked down at the object in my hand.

A pregnancy test.

I was relieved but I also felt a tinge of sadness. I should have been jumping with joy, excited I wasn't pregnant from a demonic clown but I knew if I had a baby, his baby, I'd at least get to keep a part of him.

I'd have a part of him to keep with me as he slept.

I quickly got up after I had my moment of relief. I began to discard of any evidence, not like Penny would know what it was anyways. My period had been late, but I don't even think it was possible to get pregnant from Penny. Right? So then why did I keep buying these pregnancy tests?

I flushed the toilet and made my way to the sink. I let the lavender scented soap pool in my hands as I let the water warm up. I began to wash my hands, letting the soap bubble up. I looked up briefly, expecting to just be met with my reflection but was caught off guard when I saw Penny's tall and lanky figure standing behind me. I quickly shut the water off, turning around to face him as water droplets fell from my soaked hands onto the floor.

Without saying a word, Penny pushed me against the sink, cornering me. It was then I had noticed his eyes were amber. He was hungry. He was pushed so tightly against me, I had to sit on the sink to get some space.

With one swift movement, he tore my shirt off my body. I quickly lowered myself to the ground, letting him take off my pants. After I felt the cool air hit my legs, and saw my jeans ripped apart on the floor, I made my way back onto the sink. Penny didn't seem happy with the location because he quickly picked me up, taking me to the bed.

My back hit against the bed softly, my body barely covered by my undergarments. I instinctively parted my legs, looking up into his hypnotizing eyes. I felt his large gloved hands part my legs further, almost to the point of pain. I bit my lip in suspense as he got closer, his warm breathe hitting against the soft skin of my stomach causing goosebumps to leave a trail on my body, like a map.

I almost moaned when I felt him tug at my hair gently, his animalistic nature peeking through. I could feel the vibrations of his growls against my thighs as they held his torso tightly. Everything in the moment felt thick was lust and passion. His tongue slid out of his mouth, abnormally long like always. I felt it slide against my stomach, slowly. The cold air hit against the wetness on my stomach caused by his saliva. I shivered slightly at the sensation, loving every second of it. He continued to let his tongue trail upwards, lapping at my covered breasts. He grunted before his long fingers quickly ripped away at my bra, leaving a stinging sensation behind.

It had been like this every night this past week. Penny would come to me hungry and aggressive after a hunt. I guess it was due to his sleep growing closer, but I loved how animalistic and rough the sex was. It was something I looked forward to every night. I waited for him, letting all the thoughts fill me with warmth.

He stopped his movements abruptly, causing me to whimper. He slowly sat up, looking up straight ahead. I looked behind me, my neck bent awkwardly so that I could see what he was looking at. I looked back at him confused when I realized he was just looking at the head board. It was similar to the one I had at home but not quite. He slowly made his way to the bathroom. I heard him slam open the cupboards that contained extra bedsheets and towels. I heard the sound of material tearing but I laid in place not wanting to disturb whatever he was doing. He was extra snippy and aggressive around this time, and I didn't want to trigger him.

He came back into view, long and narrow white material in his hands, swinging from his fingers. I looked a bit closer and realized he was holding pieces of torn bedsheets. I looked up slowly, meeting his eyes. I could see them drowning in hunger and sexual frustration.

He made his way to me, intimidating my cold and naked body. With one large hand, he gripped my wrists tightly lifting them above my head. This caused my body to slowly drag upwards, the soft bed sheets under me causing a tickling sensation on my bare back and bottom. His free hand that held the the ripped pieces of white sheets began to tie my hands against the head board of the bed and he wasn't being gentle about it. I winced at the burning sensation on my wrists as he tied my hands and wrists together, along with the headboard tightly.

After I was secured in place, he slowly made his way down again. His soft hands slowly grazed the sides of my body. I felt my hands begin to numb due to how tight the knot was. I held my breathe as his face hovered directly above mine. His eyes looked so intimidating and beautiful at the same time. It was such a weird concoction.

"Kiss me" I whispered as I felt his chest hit against mine slowly. He lowered his head, seconds away from my lips, but those seconds felt like eternity. My body filled with electricity the moment I felt his soft lips connect with mine.

The kiss was deep and passionate, almost sad.

My legs wrapped around him, wanting to feel him closer. My hands pulled away from the hold, trying to touch him. I whimpered when I felt the sheets burn my wrists as I fought against the hold, forgetting I was restricted. I just wanted to touch him, to feel his skin and pull at his hair.

I felt him grow hard against my thigh, my body aching for more pressure. I felt his tongue gliding against the inside of my mouth, the sides of my lips dripping with saliva. My arms were on fire due to being tied for so long. He didn't break the kiss and he ripped my panties away, leaving me completely exposed to him. I just wanted to reach down and unbutton his suit, to set him free.

He must've felt my urges, because he quickly unbuttoned himself, and I yearned for his touch. I felt him position himself and I held my breath, preparing for the familiar stinging pain I felt every time. I had grown so accustomed to it, I craved the sensation.

I looked up into his golden eyes, melting like warm honey. Everything grew quiet around us, the passion between us screaming a thousand words.

"Penny" I whispered, looking at him with deep set eyes. He continued to look at me, not moving an inch.

"Love" he said as he pointed to his chest. I looked at him in awe, my brown eyes melting into his amber ones.

"Love" I whispered back.