That smell - it was sweet and savory and absolutely mouth-watering. A drop of saliva rolled from his crimson-red lower lip and dribbled along his chin. His cockeyed stare fixated on his prey whilst those once blue eyes melted into a fierce, fear inducing yellow.
Her small, fragile frame lay still beneath the comforter. She was shivering in fear, but not because of him - she was having a nightmare. With each trembling moan that left her mouth, his smile would curl further along the width of his white-painted face. He inhaled deeply, and as if in arousal, a pleasured groan and shudder wracked his tall, lanky body in reaction to the scent that emanated from her.
The girl began to writhe in her sheets, beneath the flaring nostrils of the demonic clown that waited eagerly at the foot of her bed. She let out muffled sounds into her pillow and kicked the covers off to reveal her lithe body clad in a silk nightgown. A string of drool dangled from the clown's protruded bottom lip as he gazed at her, a carnal hunger consuming his patience.
Her fear wasn't enough, though. She must fear him, otherwise she wouldn't taste as delightful as she looked.
A malicious laugh echoed throughout the metallic labyrinth of steaming pipes and rickety steel catwalks. She ran as fast as she could, her lungs tired from her desperation to catch her breath as she delved deeper into the seemingly endless maze she had become all too familiar with in such a short period of time.
No matter where she turned, he was right there - he always knew where she was - she couldn't escape.
"You can run little piggie, but you can't hide!" The guttural voice that seemed to ebb with amusement shouted as she made a corner and came to a dead end.
"I'm over the foreplay, let's get to the real fun shall we?" He appeared right behind her. His left hand snaked around her neck and held her in place. His body pressed against the back of hers causing her to scream in pure terror. He was almost as hot as fire - the physical contact was practically unbearable to her - he felt as though he had been cooking in a furnace and smelled that way too. She screamed to the top of her lungs and tried to wriggle away from him, but it was no good. He laughed maniacally and brought his right hand to her cheek. One of his four knife-like fingers gently caressed her jawline and traced along her neck. She whimpered in fear but she couldn't break free of his grasp. A low laugh erupted from the pit of his stomach and she could feel his heated breath wash over the nape of her neck leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Now, now, little girl… daddy just wants to have some fun…" He whispered huskily as his bladed forefinger nicked the top button of her nightgown and exposed just a touch of what little cleavage she had.
As she kicked the covers off into a bunched up pile at the foot of her bed, the demon clown set his gaze upon her as she lay spread-eagle atop the bed. There was a curiosity that entranced him as he watched her struggle to move. Something was attacking her, but he couldn't see it. Something was holding her down. He slurped up the drizzling saliva from his lower lip and stared as her buttons began to fly off of her nightgown, exposing her young, pliable form.
"Who's got ya?" He cocked his bulbous head to the side and crept closer so that he was then towering over her like a monster that had come from under the bed. In vague fascination, the clown watched as her nightgown ripped open. It no longer hid the most modest parts of her - the parts she'd only see in the mirror when she got out of the shower or changed her clothes. The parts that she would sometimes explore late in the night, whilst everyone slept, with her inquisitive fingertips beneath the shield of her clothes, beneath the hem of her chaste cotton panties.
He leaned in closer to her and though he could feel his saliva pool at the edge of his lip, he continued until he merely ghosted just above her clammy flesh. She thrashed her head back and forth and would struggle to cry out a sobbing "No!" in her sleep. The clown stared in awe as four indentations appeared along her chest and gently swept about her skin without cutting her. He couldn't see what exactly held her captive, but he knew that it had something to do with what she was dreaming about.
"Oh yeah…" The finger-knifed perpetrator hissed as he drug his claws along her bare chest without breaking the skin. Her nipples hardened in response to the cold touch of the four blades that slid across her bosom, the skin of her areolas prickling into goosebumps. She shivered in terror as she got a good look at his face that just about pressed against her cheek as he fixated on his knives, fascinated at how her body reacted to his touch.
His skin was torn and rotting and scarred from burns. Patches of muscle and tendon were exposed from decay. He smelled like burnt hair and decomposing flesh. His breath was hot and when she caught a whiff of it she gagged. His teeth were stained black and brown, his gums were fetid and bleeding and the smell was nearly unbearable. The immediate thought of festering roadkill on a hot summer day came to mind when he exhaled. He flicked his fore-blade and nicked her flesh just enough to where a thin line of blood began to collect at the surface of her skin.
His eyes darted to focus on hers and a throaty cackle left him. His mouth was open wide and his tongue curled to the back of his throat as he laughed and drew another cut adjacent to the first. She jerked in pain and tried to scream but her voice wouldn't work. As hard as she tried in sheer desperation, she could not muster a sound to depart her trembling lips. Even when she forced her eyes shut in an attempt to blind herself from his disfigured appearance it was no use. She could still see him.
"Aw, little piggy…" He purred lowly in her ear. His lips brushed against her earlobe and his unusually long tongue flicked out like a snake to taste her. "Squeal for Freddy!"
As if his words were what kept her silent from calling for help before, she sucked in a lungful of air and screamed in absolute fear.
Her scream ripped into reality as she sat up in her bed, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Her nightgown was torn open, and she was clad in a cold sweat.