Chapter 7: I did not see that coming

I was frozen.

My body went stiff while my heart beat rapidly.

There's no way I heard him right.

I remember thinking that I saw a figure during my work out earlier. The only other thing I caught watching me dance was my imaginary peeping-clown. Which was obviously not possible. Who is this guy? Was he watching me from another window during my fatigued strip-tease? A camera in the house? Am I getting 'Punked right now? What if Phillip is actually the owner of that creepy house next door and has been spying on me this whole time!? My fight or flight senses start to tingle and I can already tell how I'm going to handle this.

Launching myself from the bed, I make a naked, mad dash out of the door and into the kitchen. Olivia sat up, finally coming out of her couch comma at the sound of my feet slapping against the tile floor. Luckily, with the house being as small as it was, it only took me about 15 running steps before I made my next move. My hands reached out and grabbed onto two things at once. A knife from the butcher's block and a dish towel. I turned and faced the bedroom I just left Phillip in while simultaneously trying to cover a small part of my nudity with the towel. Raising the knife in my hand I stood, knees out and apart, ready to defend myself. "Olivia! Come!" I called. Olivia leaped from the couch and ran over to my side, waiting for my next instruction. "Defend!", knowing she would with her life. Strippers like me get bouncers at work to protect them from evil men. Olivia does it for me when work is over. A girl in my profession needs a protector, which is why I trained Olivia this way. Boy, was I glad those $1500 training lessons were paying off.

60 seconds of silence passed before I thought he might have climbed out the window to escape. Then I heard him speak. I not sure why he stayed in the room but if he makes any weird movements my dog is going to know what he tastes like.

"Peaches?" Philip called out.

"What the fuck Phill!?" I half screamed towards the bedroom door. "Have you been spying on me?!"

"Well, um….yes, I mean no. I'm still trying to figure you out."

"Well, there's nothing to figure out now! You just admitted to spying on me. Get the hell out!" Olivia started to growl next to me. "Phill, I'm dead fucking serious. Get the hell out now and don't come back. You have 20 seconds."

"I can't do that, Quinn. I need to know what you are first. You're not like other people. And I don't think you are like me either."

"Seriously, Phill, Go! 15 seconds!"

"Seriously, Quinn, just tell me what you are!"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about! 10 seconds!

Nothing this time. He stayed quiet in the room but I didn't hear any shuffling out of the bed. I did hear something else. Growling. I looked down at Olivia again. I could tell that some of the growls were coming from her but why could I hear growling from the bedroom? I started to panic. "5 seconds!"

A gloved white hand poked out from the doorway. I stared in horror and disbelief as I watched each finger lower and rest against the door frame. Oh my god, what the hell is he doing?! I didn't want to wait and find out. "Olivia, PROTECT!"

In an instant, Olivia ran off and raced across the open room and into the bedroom. Suddenly, the door slammed shut! What the hell!? Why isn't Phillip screaming right now? Roars and barking could be heard from the other side of the door. Oh, no, Olivia! I dropped both the knife and towel as I sprinted to the closed door. Checking that the door was locked I started to slam my palm on the door. "Olivia! Please, Phillip, don't hurt her! OLIVIA!" The growling and barking were drowned out by the sounds of glass breaking and items being thrown about.

Then, as if someone had hit the mute button, there was silence. I stopped banging on the door, hoping to hear who might still be alive on the other side. Oh god, please let Olivia be ok. Pressing my ear to the door, I tried to make out what I was hearing. It was very faint but I recognized the sound. Growling, again? I wasn't sure whose it was this time, Olivia's or whatever Olivia had attacked. Now, instead of flight, I was choosing fight. I turned and ran back to the knife I had dropped on the ground. Picking it up, I stood my ground as I was prepared to defend myself again. Only this time, I wasn't prepared for the voice I heard right behind me.

"Peaches, listen to me"

I swung around and screamed, falling backward onto my butt.

The clown in front of me screamed, only he made it sounds almost like my scream. This caused me to scream again and scoot away from him.

"HOLY SHIT YOUR REAL!" I yelled at him from the floor. I didn't know how I would survive this so I held up the knife in a last-ditch effort. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

The clown that was towering over me came to a crouch and looked at me. They were the same eyes I saw today. Those blue eyes that were not quite straight. They bore right into me. I was already naked but that look made me feel even more vulnerable than before.

"Please," I whispered out in a strangled cry, "Please don't kill me". A tear slipped past my lashes and rolled down my cheek. Getting murdered by a crazy clown was not how I wanted this trip to go.

The clown closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When his eyes opened again, they were blue but with orange flecks in them. The clown crawled to me, stopping just above my knees. I was shaking violently and too afraid to blink. If he was going to attack me, I wanted to be ready. I saw his right gloved hand come up and wipe the tears from my cheek away. I stared right at his bunny-like teeth that I remember from earlier.

"Don't be scared, peaches. I'm not going to hurt you."

My eyes went wide at the sound of his voice. It was childlike in the tone but underneath was rough and hoarse. "No, no, I couldn't hurt, peaches," he purred, telling no one in particular.

How can this demonic looking clown know what Phillips nickname for me was? Unless...Oh my god.

"Phillip…?"

The smile that broke across the clown's face was too much for me to take. I had a few thoughts before I let the darkness take me. 1) Was my dog ok? 2) I had mind blowing kitchen sex with a skin changing demonic looking clown.

Fuck.

My eyes were so heavy. I could feel something soft surrounding me but my eyes wouldn't open to know where I might be. I remember Phillip carrying me to bed last night after our super hot bang session in the kitchen. He was cuddling me and kissing my neck. I must have passed out at that point. I tired my eyes again and they fluttered open this time but with effort. Yup, I was still in bed. Something shifted behind me and I knew Phillip must be getting comfortable. Hmm, maybe he wants to go for round two? I certainly wouldn't say no. I began scooting back till I felt his hard body pressed against my behind. I was about to turn around when I heard the body next to me speak.

"Feeling better, peaches?"

Only, it wasn't Phillip speaking. It was the same guttural kid's voice from earlier. When I was being towered over by…

I was flipped onto my back and pinned down before I had a chance to jump out the bed again. Hovering over me was the same clown as earlier. I opened my mouth to scream again but stopped myself. This time I was mostly angry at whatever it was. What did it want? Why me? Why didn't it kill me yet? I struggled at the gloved hands that were holding me down. His whole body was spread out on mine preventing me from kicking out. I stopped struggling when I realized I was making zero progress. I felt defeated which only made me angrier.

"Who are you!?" I snapped at the clown.

"I'm Pennywise, The Dancing Clown." He said with a smile. Pennywise closed his eyes as he lowered his head down and loudly sniffed into my hair and skin. He continued to sniff loudly and obnoxiously, Still inhaling, he was bringing his head back up and I watched his eyes roll to the back of his head. Stopping, he let out a deep moan as if he just took the best bite of his favorite food. "And you, sweet cheeks, smell SO FUCKING GOOD! I have to know what you are? I can't figure it out."

I had to tell him. It was either that or he was going to kill me.

"I'm..I'm a stripper," I stated. I don't know why this Pennywise guy thought I was special as a stripper. It's not like strippers were special. At least, why we would be special to a clown.

Pennywise, hooted and laughed at me. "Stripper? ERRRR, wrong. I already knew that! Which, by the way, thank you," he winked at me.

That's it! Now I'm pissed! How dare he make fun of me?! "Listen, PAL, I still don't what is going on but you need to let me go! I need to see if Olivia is okay! Get off!" I started struggling with the hands wrapped around my wrist again. Bucking wildly trying to get this crazy guy off me.

Pennywise moaned again and thrust his pelvis hard into mine causing me to cry out. He was fully clothed but the contact of his privates against mine still took me by surprise. My body was reacting to his sexual torture but my mind was still trying to get free. I think Pennywise sensed this because he was now drooling on my chest and grinding my pelvis slowly. I looked away not trying to show him I was getting turned on. How could I be getting excited by this!? Was he dry humping me right now? What the fuck? He was acting like a teenager. I opened my mouth to tell him to get off me again but a moan came out instead. Fuck you sexually frustrated body!

"Ohhhhh, I knew you'd like that. Does this mean you like me, sweet cheeks? Because I certainly am enjoying you." When he said you, his tongue came out to lick at my chest. He didn't seem to be focused on my breast but instead just tasting my skin. A few times he sucked on me, my throat and breastbone, but it's like he was trying to figure out what...

"HEY. HEY, eyes up here clownboy, why did you ask me what I was, huh? I told you and you say you already knew? What else do you want to know so I can get you the hell off me." I all but spat at him. My anger was only getting stronger the more he tried to tease me.

"Well, for starters, you can tell me why you have a hellhound? Even I've only heard of them. It's not like you can get one at the store."

"Hellhound? What are you talking about?"

"I could show you. But you have to promise not to run and not to scream. She doesn't like it." Pennywise told me. I don't think I'd get very far if I ran but at least he was going to get off me. As much as I was secretly enjoying being teased, I wanted the freedom of moving and for that, I needed him off me.

"Fine. I promise."

"Promise what, sweet cheeks?" Pennywise teased me again with his hips.

"I proooooomm… STOP THAT! I promise to not scream and run. Please, get off of me, your so heavy."

Pennywise huffed but at least stayed true to his word. He bound up and jumped off the bed landing near the bedroom door. I got up but stepped down on the other side of the bed. This was the first real look I go of my clown capture without being terrified or underneath him. He was as white and pale as I recall from the window. The outfit he wore was just as pale but not as white. Years of age and overuse took its toll on the fabric. The edges were frayed on the ruffles by his neck and I could see stains in various colors everywhere. Some looked like dirt and grass and the others looked like….. well maybe it's best not to think about that. He seemed excited to show me whatever it was. I silently prayed it wasn't something that he wanted to kill me with. I slowly walked over to the small chair in the room, reaching for a t-shirt and cotton shorts. Pennywise staring me down the whole time. I finished covering myself, much to the clowns very obvious disappointment, and walked towards the door.

"Come on, I'll show you. I'm so excited!" Pennywise ushered me out into the living room. He was watching me and clapping his hands in excitement. I was keeping an eye on him. I wasn't sure what his plan was but I knew I didn't trust him. "Look, look! You're going to be thrilled," Pennywise was pointing towards the couch. I finally tore my gaze from him. I immediately regretted it.

There on the couch was a huge beast. It was black with a yellow undercoat if it could even be called that. Scales covered it everywhere except its face and tail. The face and feet took on lion-like features but with huge ears like a fox. The tail was smooth and sculpted like an iguana's. I almost screamed but covered my mouth, not wanting to wake up the animal or break my promise to Pennywise. It didn't matter though. The gigantic beast on the couch woke up and lifted it's head to look right at me. And then it yawned. There were so many teeth. I just knew that stupid clown and set me up. I was about to get eaten by this horrible thing!

"Where did you get her? She's magnificent! I want one! Can you get me one too?!" Penny was bouncing up and down again at the idea of getting his own hellhound.

"I…..I…. I don't own….a….hellhound. I have a ...dog...and her name is...Olivia." At the sound of her name, the hellhound got up made its way towards me. I stood completely still waiting for the inevitable attack. However, the hellhound walked right past me and went to sit right in front of Olivia's dog bowl.

"ohfuck" I whispered out in a breath. That was always her tell that she was hungry. I don't know what to think anymore. "olivia…." I said in an even smaller voice. I got down on my knees, hoping I was wrong. Sure enough, the hellhound bounced over just as happily as Pennywise had a few minutes ago. I reached out and the hound plopped to the ground hoping for belly rubs. I rubbed her just as she liked it, chuckling as her leg started kicking. I was lost in the moment, both nervous and unsure about what to do next when I saw Pennywise out of the corner of my right eye. He knelt down next to me to watch the interaction.

Still petting Olivia, I glanced over at the clown. "Pennywise, please tell me what's going on. What happened to my dog and where is Phillip?" I couldn't help it, another tear started to roll down my cheek. This time, the clown stopped it before it fell from my face. Somehow, the simple gesture comforted me. I just wanted answers, no matter how crazy.

"Let's get some breakfast in you and then we can talk. I have quite a few questions for you too, Peaches"