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Y/n P.o.v

I let out a cry as Pennywise placed his claws against the baggy shorts that stretched across my legs.

He slipped his fingers under my shorts and began pulling them down my trembling legs, I screamed and began kicking my legs.

Pennywise did not take kindly to this, he looked up at me and began to growl. My blood was dripping from his mouth as he brought his face closer to my own and stared at me with a glare.

"It's not my fault you thought about me so much, that was your choice, Sweets~" he began with a low chuckle, before it slowly evolved to a psychotic laugh.

He threw his head back and ripped the shorts off of my legs, leaving me in my underwear, ripped shirt and exposed bra.

Pennywise swiftly tore what was left of my shirt off of my body.

His head slowly turned forward as his laugh slowly disappeared, his bright orange eyes lowered to study my frame.

He stared at my breasts for a moment before his eyes fell upon the open wound he had left on my stomach after eating a bit of my flesh.

I could feel the wound pulsating as blood rose upwards and slithered down my body.

Pennywise licked his lips and pressed his claws against the wound, gaining a pained scream from me in response.

"Please!..." I pleaded helplessly.

Pennywise only chuckled, he sighed happily when he felt my warm blood coat his hand. He raised his clawed hand and began wiping my blood along my body, he groped my breasts and left a harsh red stain on my bra and what was exposed of my mounds.

He then moved to my face and wiped his blood drenched hand across my head, leaving the blood to slowly slide down my face.

He continued to touch my body all over, leaving puddles of my blood all over my body.

He had a blood lust.

This aroused him.

I could tell that much.

Pennywise studied my blood soaked body before his bright eyes flashed towards mine, he leaned forward; pressing his body against my own. My blood seeping into his suit.

"Hey guess what?..." He asked with a straight face.

My bottom lip quivered as I turned my head and cocked it back slightly, to keep as far away from the Clown as I could.

I hesitantly spoke, "W-What?..." I whimpered when a pointed grin formed across his face.

"I've never done this before~"

My body froze.

Usually in the movies, if this were some sappy love story I would laugh and tease him and then confess the same for me. But this was no a sappy romance.

This wasn't even romance I don't think.

I began to cry silently when I felt the touch of one of Pennywise's claws pressed against my bra, it was just above the clip that held my breasts in place.

"Noooo..." I cried, shaking my head quickly, I was just about to raise my arm to fight back; but as my arms raised they were pulled back to the floor. I lowered my head to see what was holding me, three hands gripped one arm each and held them down.

The hands were that of a child, except fingers were missing and the limbs were covered in blood and mud.

I threw my head back and screamed when Pennywise let out one last giggle before cutting the bra in half, grabbing it and throwing it to the side.

His eyes widened as if he had never actually seen a woman's mounds before.

Pennywise's tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth and licked around my breasts, a shiver ran down my spine as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I clenched my eyes shut and gripped the carpet flooring with as much strength as I could muster.

Pennywise pulled away a moment later, obviously bored with his actions.

He licked his lips and turned his attention to my f/c underwear, he lowered his claws to the fabric and quickly tore it off.

I was completely revealed.

My mind began to race.

What could I do?

What could I say?

There's no way out of this.

I body tensed and I could no longer move when I heard the shuffling of clothing, presumably Pennywise's suit.

I cried silently when I felt the clown's body against my own trembling figure.

I flinched at the touch of Pennywise's hands against my small waist.

And in a split second.

I felt my life stop.

My heartbeat came to a screeching halt at the feeling of Pennywise entering me. He really knew my fears.

I was absolutely petrified.

No matter how much I tried to move.

I couldn't.

My body would not allow it.

Pennywise held completely still inside me. No moving even the slightest bit, I could understand that was because of his extremely shocking size.

But no need to think about something like that.

Pennywise shifted slightly, causing me to cry out in pain. It hurt.

Curse my virgin self for needing to adjust.

Pennywise chuckled quietly, his voice sounded deeper.

Time began to slow when he began to move inside of me, my body shuffling back and forth loosely as his larger body pushed me around.

His movements were slow but rough, most likely because of how big his body was built compared to mine.

He took a long minute to move slowly inside me, obviously trying to speed up my bodies adjusting process to him.

After a moment he grew impatient and forcefully pushed himself even deeper inside me, he raised his clawed hands and set them beside each side of my face. His hands pressed against the wall for balance.

He let out a low growl before he continued his movements.

I refused to moan or groan for him.

It wasn't difficult either, this was unenjoyable. Maybe if I knew him and I did this willingly it might be enjoyable, but I wanted anything but this.

I would even accept death at this point.

I hated myself for allowing myself to get into this mess.

Pennywise was right.

This was my fault, I thought about him too much.

I'm an idiot.

I let out a few cries as Pennywise slammed his body against my smaller and more fragile one.

He let out out loud snarls and growls as if he were a wild animal starving for another meal, he dug himself deeper.

He thrusted in and out, back and force.

My body bobbing back and forth from his body against my own, Pennywise lowered his head and let his tongue extend outwards towards my neck, he ran his warm tongue across my neck. He payed extra attention to the bite mark he had left on my neck from just recently.

He raised his orange eyes that were filled with lust and studied my face, he narrowed his eyes at me just before letting out a breathless growl.

He never stopped moving, he lowered one of his hands from the wall and grabbed my cheeks; squishing my face as he forced me to look at him.

My eyes were closed.

"Open- ugh, up~" he sang, grunting slightly between words. I pursed my lips together and furrowed my brows, tears escaping my shut eyes and running down my cheeks.

I slowly opened my eyes to look at Pennywise, but instead, I saw Carter.

Grinning at me evilly.

And then it was the taxi driver from the other day.

Then the store clerk from the day before.

It became people I had never seen before.

And then it was my Dad.

I cried out and shook my head violently, I frantically attempted to raise my arms to punch at him; or anything really.

But they were still held tightly against the ground by the small hands of children that protruded from the floor.

My body was still too tense to move either way.

I quickly looked back, it was Pennywise again. He began to giggle.

Thus, transforming into a chuckle.

And then a laugh.

A psychotic one.

I threw my head back against the wall, earning a loud bang.

Almost immediately, my vision became a bit blurry. I let out light whimpers as Pennywise forcefully continued to thrust himself inside of me.

I could hear mixes of laughter and growls escaping from the clowns sickening mouth that still dripped with my blood.

I then remembered My skin was covered in my own blood, Pennywise had lowered his head to my breasts and began licking around and biting at me.

He was tasting my blood and drawing more in replacement for what he licked up.

As he licked my skin he let out a long growl and thrusted harder inside of me.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He was getting sloppy.

For a virgin clown, he seemed to know what he was doing. It was exactly what I feared him doing to me.

He knew it.

He could picture it in my eyes and he used my imagery against me.

I cried out as he began to become sloppier with each thrust he took, he shifted his hands down to my waist and pressed his black claws against my skin.

He slowly dug his claws into my skin, drawing blood; he then licked it up.

He proceeded to make multiple rows of cuts down my waist as he slurped my red liquid up with a groan.

I cringed at the sound of my skin slowly slicing open.

And suddenly-

I cried out at the sudden warmth that filled my insides, Pennywise lowered his head against my chest as he continued to move against me. But he was slowing down, probably a bit distracted by the new sensation that coursed through his body.

A climax.

He let out a squeak at the feeling inside him building up and expelling out of him and into me.

His filling up inside of me.

He sat completely still against me.

For once, he seemed breathless.

I lay limp against the floor, my vision blurry and my cheeks puffy from tears.

My body was completely covered in blood that Pennywise had drawn from inside me.

I guess in lack of better words, I looked like Carrie- Minus the blood in my hair.

I slowly shook my head as Pennywise slowly raised his head to grin up at me, he rested his chest against my breasts.

"I might need to do that to you again..." He whispered with a small giggle.

I began to hyperventilate.

I wanna die.