Y/n P.o.v

A full day had passed.

So far, no sign of Pennywise...

I let out a sigh, I had slept in Carter's bed just last night. He had insisted on it and said he would just sleep on the couch. I had to accept, but it was a bit confusing when I had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a cup of ice cold water, Carter was nowhere to be seen.

I concluded that he must've been in the bathroom or something.

Moving on, I barely slept last night.

All that I dreamt of was Pennywise and his sickening grin, the flesh of a human clinging to his razor sharp teeth.

I shivered as the dreams replayed in my head. I slowly sat up in the bed and stood up, I raised my arms and stretched. I felt relieved that Carter left me a shirt and some loose shorts to wear in place of my tattered clothing.

I ran my fingers through my hair, I had gotten a great chance to cleanse my body of barf, blood and dirt and took a bath before I went to sleep.

I felt content with myself at the moment. Of course if you don't count the stitches and bandaging that covered my small body.

I looked around the dimly lit room before my eyes fell onto the electronic clock that sat on the small bedside table, I narrowed my eyes to read the time: 11:37 A.m.

I nodded in response and made my way out of the room, to my surprise I had learned that Carter's house was only one level.

I made my way to the kitchen I had become happily familiar with and looked around, only to be greeted by an ebony haired woman that stood behind the counter.

She raised her head when she saw me.

"Oh! Hi, you must be Y/n? Carter told me about you," the lady explained before wiping her hands on a paper towel and walking around the counter to introduce herself.

She held her slightly aged hand out to me, "I'm Joyce Abrams, just call me Joyce." She said with a nod.

I forced a small smile onto my face and slowly grabbed her hand, but I didn't shake her hand.

Joyce looked down at our hands in discomfort and began to slightly shake my hand. She then looked at me once again, "I just made some pancakes, please help yourself!" She smiled and made her way behind the counter once again.

I grabbed a plate of three pancakes and sat at the table, Joyce following behind with two pancakes upon her plate.

She sat down beside me.

"Where's Carter?" I asked as I hesitantly dug my fork into the pancakes, I hadn't really had much of an appetite after being force fed by Pennywise. But my stomach wouldn't let me forget that I needed food.

Joyce began cutting into her breakfast, she didn't bother to look up when she spoke to me.

"I'm not sure. He's been disappearing an awful lot lately. I'm not surprised he's not here by now," Joyce let out a faint laugh, I could tell it disappointed her that her only son wasn't hanging around a lot anymore.

I frowned at the thought and bit into my meal.

"I'm sorry, Joyce..." I mumbled.

She shook her head in response but didn't speak, I got the message that she didn't want to talk much anymore so I ate my pancakes in silence.

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After a lovely meal of pancakes I stood up and picked up my plate, Joyce raised her head and jumped upward; quickly taking the plate and silver wear from my grasp.

"Oh no! You don't have to do a thing, Y/n! Carter told me what happened. You deserve to go and relax," she said with a forced smile.

I could feel the discomfort that resinated with her, she wasn't a fan of my unfortunate adventures.

I don't blame her.

"Thank you, Joyce. You're a great cook," I nodded with a weak smile and exited the kitchen before Joyce could say anything else.

I walked slowly, every corner I turned would raise a bit of anxiety within me.

I was afraid that any step I took, Pennywise would be there to hurt me.

In any way he wanted.

A shiver ran down my spine as I grabbed the doorknob to Carter's room.

I turned the knob and walked in, only to stop in my tracks at the sight before me. I covered my eyes quickly and looked away.

Carter stood in the center of the room, he was fully dressed besides the fact he had removed his shirt.

He wasn't a very strong person, I could gather that much. But his body was perfectly proportioned.

A blush fused onto my face as I heard Carter walking towards me, he grabbed hands by their wrists and lowered my hands. "Hey, it's fine. It's not like I'm in your condition," he joked and gestured to my full chest.

My blush increased.

I lowered my head to the ground and slowly tried to walk passed Carter, but I was stopped when I realized he was still holding my wrists.

"You met Joyce?" He asked.

I nodded quickly.

Still refusing to look at Carter, all because I was embarrassed of my blushing face.

Carter made his way in front of me, I raised my head only to see Carter's chest and I quickly looked away, letting out a little squeak.

Carter tilted his head at me, before placing his fingers on my chin and turning my head to look at me.

He lowered his head closer to my own, it was if on instinct my eyes became half lidded and my lips began to pucker.

It all came to a halt when the door opened and hit my body a bit, I swiftly shifted my weight to see Joyce with a purse strapped over over her shoulder.

She stared wide eyed at Carter and I in shock before slowly backing away and shutting the door.

We listened in silence as we heard Joyce quickly walking away.

"I'm going to work!..." She called hesitantly.

There was a short silence before the sound of the front door shutting echoed through the house.

Carter quickly turned my head back to him before smashing his lips against my own, I instinctively kissed back.

It felt so needed.

Sure we had only met what? Two or three days ago but, it felt right.

The kiss was immediately passionate, Carter placed his hand against the back of my head and gripped my hair. He tilted his head and I opened my mouth for his tongue to explore.

In unison our eyes fluttered shut, Carter placed his hand against my small waist and pressed me against the blue walls of his room.

He pressed his body against me with a low chuckle, I pulled away from a moment to take deep breaths; Carter doing the same.

Our faces so close to the point our noses were touching.

I lifted my eyelids halfway to study Carter's breathless expression, before quickly pressing my lips to his again; I brought my hands to his cheeks and gripped his face to hold him close to me.

Carter lowered his hand from my waist as it slowly began to lower down to my hips, he slid his hand slowly into the shorts he had leant me. He slowly ran his finger across the stitches that marked where Pennywise had sliced me just a day before.

I flinched at the contact and quickly pulled away from our passionate kiss, I hadn't opened my eyes yet.

"Don't- I can't... Not yet..." I said in a hushed tone.

I froze when I heard the small giggle escape Carter's lips. The only thing was-

He didn't sound like Carter?

I slowly began to open my eyes to look at Carter, but a part of me fought hard against the curiosity that overcame me.

My eyes widened when Pennywise stood in place of Carter, his gloved hand feeling at the stitches across my hip. A lustful smirk played on his face as he stared at me with orange eyes.

I let out a cry and frantically attempted to pull myself away, but his grip against the back of my head and my hip was just strong enough to keep me in place.

My hands were still at his cheeks, I quickly removed my hands from his face and again, tried to escape from Pennywise.

"Aw, Sweets- that felt good!~ " he purred, the lipstick that coated his plump lips had smeared from our previous contact.

I shook my head frantically as Pennywise removed his hands from my head and hips and grabbed me by my wrists, he pressed my hands against his cheeks once more.

His eyes rolled back just a bit;

He practically melted in my grasp.

If I hadn't been terribly afraid and I knew Pennywise as a friend, I could say he looked cute.

But in the scenario I was in, he looked anything but cute.

He took a moment longer of feeling my touch before rolling his orange eyes forward and pressing his lips against my own again. Roughly.

He lowered his hands to my waist and pushed me onto the floor, he raised his head from my face and tilted his head.

"Terrified are we?..." he growled.

I didn't respond.

I only trembled in complete fear for my life, I didn't know what exactly he was going to do to me.

But whatever it was I knew it wasn't good.

He quickly lowered his head to my chest and shifted a hand to my breasts, he groped one of them with his gloved hand and played with it, he waited a moment.

A grin formed on his face as his tongue slowly licked his bunny teeth; I let out a squeal at the sound of his gloves ripped to his now claws hand.

I heard my shirt being ripped open by the clown and I threw my head back, there was no point in fighting.

He would find me no matter what...

Pennywise ran his long tongue over my bare stomach and chest, his tongue slid under my bra to feel what was hidden underneath.

I let out a cry and began slapping Pennywise's back in an attempt to distract him, I could feel my body becoming hard against him. His wet tongue sending chills through my body.

"Stop!" I screamed.

Sure I had just said there was no point in fighting, but I could still try.

Pennywise ignored my violent tendencies and pulled his tongue from under my bra, he lowered his head to my stomach and began to bite at my flesh; he began to tear my skin. Drawing blood from my fresh wound, he but more and more.

Swallowing my meat with a grunt of pleasure, my taste was amazing to him.

He tore off enough of my flesh to the point my blood drizzled down my waist and onto the carpeted flooring.

Staining it for good.

I could feel my insides tingling at the horrible sensation.

This would only escalate and I knew it for a fact, this only lead to tears pouring from my eyes as I let out screams of fear.

Drowning out any other noises.