*Warning*

This chapter has graphic depictions of abuse, both verbal and physical. Please do not read if you are sensitive to this. You have been warned

Some of my earliest and treasured childhood memories are of the summers. Particularly, where my parents brought me when the heat was just unbearable and the only way to cool off was the beach or the park district pool. I can remember, as a toddler, slapping my hand on a splash pad, giggling happily as tiny water bubbles gurgled there way out of jets. Later, as a teenager, I recall staring down my first ever enclosed water slide. The look of the green tubed cavern before me was haunting to be sure. I remember thinking how crazy it was that people actually enjoyed going down them. There didn't seem any logical reason why when all I could hear were screams of children down each pipe. Their cries echoed and amplified by the enclosed space of the dark tunnel. As a surge of bravery overtook me I sat down and accepted my fate and slide in and down into the wet abyss. My first instinct was to scream but contained it for fear of water invading my lungs. I couldn't tell if my eyes were closed or not because of the vast darkness that consumed me. However, I survived the terror of the wet ride and was greeted with a large splash at the end and a cheer from my parents.

Now, enclosed in the darkness of Gary's truck, the same fear, and paranoia I had felt when I was enclosed in the waterslide spread over every hair of my body. Only this time, my fears were much more real. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes. This was much more awful then the waterside had ever been.

Gary's been driving for about 10 minutes I think and the whole time he hasn't stopped once. No stop sign or street light has slowed him down. And since I wasn't familiar with the neighborhood well enough it would have been hard for me to determine where we would end up.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to get myself in this position. The second I saw Gary at the grocery store I should have called the police for stalking. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt because I assumed he was harmless. Oh, how wrong I was.

However, the biggest unwanted surprise of all wasn't Gary Hughes. It was from my clownboy, Pennywise, The Dancing Clown. Right before the trunk door closed, entombing me in darkness, I looked up and out to see that asshole clown on the ceiling, watching me get stuffed into the trunk. Just watching and waiting and not doing a damn thing. So much for being my savior! All these empty promises of protecting me were just that. Fake and unfaithful words. I cursed myself for my own stupidity. I had allowed my body and heart to take command and all it did was get me into danger.

Either way, I shouldn't be wasting my time with how I ended up in this situation. It would be better spent figuring out what to do once we arrived at the destination. Plus, fuck that clown and that piece of shit human! After Gary kills me, which I'm sure is his plan, I'm going to come back as a poltergeist and haunt them both till the ends of fucking time!

Despite my body's lack of movement, I was shaking uncontrollably now. Not from terror, but from anger. The longer this trunk ride lasted, the more violent my thoughts were getting. All I needed was one second of useable limbs and I would kick the absolute shit out of Gary. I'm going to beat him so bad his wife is going to wake up crying. And then...

IM GOING TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THAT MOTHER FUCKING CLOWN!

Gary came to such an abrupt stop my body rolled to its side facing away from the door. Crap, when he opens the trunk I might not get a good view of where we ended up. I could hear another door opening and felt the movements of someone exiting the vehicle. There wasn't much sound except the occasional foot squishing the snow. There was another door opening and shutting but this time it sounded different. We had to be at a house in the middle of nowhere. If he has a whole entourage of torture devices waiting for me inside then Gary's most likely been planning my demise for a while now. It was only a few minutes before the trunk door was propped open. As much as I had wanted to look at my attacker with my intense bitch stare, the side which I had rolled onto prevented that.

"Well, well, well. Looks like my sweet Tiff got all jostled around." Even though my body was no longer in my control somehow the sensation of touch was still very awake. Gary lifted me, surprisingly carefully, out of the trunk and lugged me to the door of a small run-down house. My head was rolled back as I was carried bridal style to the front door so I was only able to see the stars in the sky and the treetops that surrounded us. Gary struggled with the door bringing me in but deposited my body on the first hard surface we came across: the kitchen table.

"Oh, Tiffany, you just look lovely spread out for me like this." Gary stared down at me, eyes trailing up and down my immobile body. Again, his hands were on me, this time caressing inside my thigh and dangerously close to the V between them. I wanted to gag and curse at his words but a grunt came out instead.

"Mmm, you like it when I touch you like this don't you, baby? Let's not jump right into things though. I have a long night planned for both of us."

Gary walked out of my peripheral vision, leaving me to contemplate what was about to happen to me. If he was gone then I had no idea what his intentions were. He could be coming back with knives or getting an ax to cut me up with for all I knew. As scary as this situation was, I was getting even angrier every time he put his hands me. When he's here touching me, my insides start vibrating with rage.

Pennywise still hadn't shown his face yet. I knew he had to be watching these events unfold. Penny's actions still don't make sense to me. Just 2 hours ago he was getting jealous at the idea of me dancing naked in front of other people. Yet, he can watch me get drugged and abducted from a safe vantage point? What the hell was that about? If I get out of here that stupid clown is going to get it.

If.

If I get out of here.

The sound of footsteps and humming caught my attention but my head only adjusted half an inch in an attempt to see where Gary was standing. It was just enough to get a profile of him. He was standing with his back to me, busying himself with whatever he had on the kitchen counter. He turned around then, facing me. Gary was dress just as casually when he comes and visit me at the club. Only this time his button-down shirt was open completely, exposing his hairy chest and middle-age body. Still humming, he walked over to my feet and that's when I noticed he had something in his hand.

The scissors Gary had in his hand looked like something out of a doctors office. I briefly saw him lift them but then the sounds of them slicing through fabric. I realized he was cutting my clothing away from my body. He started at my ankles, slipping the scissors just under the tights I was wearing. The sound of the scissors opening and closing while making that metal on metal sound was all I heard. Because he was touching me the vibrations continued again. Except, this time they were more intense and seemed to be noticeable to me only. Gary must not have felt me vibrating because he made no comment about them.

By the time the scissors had reached my pelvis Gary had started at the other ankle, cutting upwards to the other side. Reaching my waist again, he cut through each underwear strap and pulled hard enough to rip everything away. I lay there completely naked from the waist down except for the gym shoes I had on from my run with Olivia. Looking back now it seems like ages ago I was running through the forest calmly with my dog. As angry as I was it Pennywise, I hope he looked after her once I was gone.

"Jesus, Tiffany." he let out in a whisper. "Even your pussy is beautiful. I just knew it would be."

The vibration was getting worse. His words igniting a hatred in me I didn't even know existed. This man was going to abuse me in every way possible. I still wasn't sure what his end result for me was but I know now what part of his intentions are. As much as I wanted to shut my brain down when it came time for him to violate me, the feeling of my blood boiling became more noticeable. Each vein was beginning to feel like lava running thru it.

Gary used the scissors to cut away the vest and my tight runner top. The only thing I had left was my bra. He made short work of that by allowing one final snip at the material between my breast. I now lay there completely exposed except for my shoes. We never got fully naked at the club I worked for but showing your breast was highly encouraged. The more skin, the more money, the more business. However, the look on Gary's face was different than any other time he's seen my naked chest. He looked crazed, any second he might just lose it and rape me now. The last thing I needed was this psychopath to get any crazier.

As if reading my thoughts, Gary's hands were all over me just then. He was kneading one of my breasts roughly while rubbing his whole hand over the exposed skin between my legs. I was disgusted and willed my head to look away but was unable too. Bile rose up in the back of my throat. It took every ounce of strength I had but somehow I was able to lift my hand in an attempt to push him away. Unfortunately, my hand only raised about an inch off the table before falling back to where it now rested. Gary noticed my hand move and finally acknowledged my shaking.

"Hush, now baby. I know how excited you are to be with me," he cooed, still manhandling my breast and vagina. "The tranquilizer I gave you is wearing off a little faster than I wanted. That's Okay, though. We're gonna play a game first before I take from you what I've been paying for all these months."

With that, Gary leaned down and kissed me. I haven't had any movement restored to my mouth yet otherwise I would have bit his lips clean off. Gary's tongue danced over my teeth, his saliva mixing with mine. Trust me, if it weren't for the insane amount of hatred and rage coursing through my entire being I might have thrown up. Instead, my insides hummed even more as Gary pressed his mouth harder into mine and slid his tongue in and out of my mouth.

I hoped any second Pennywise would pop up and rip Gary away from me.

Any second.

Please, Penny.

I let my mind go blank trying to avoid the assault taking place against me as new tears slid down past my temples.

Penny.

Please.

PLEASE!

Help.

Luckily, Gary didn't seem keen on abusing me right away. I took it as a blessing since every second he wasted my body was slowing getting mobility back. After Gary stopped kissing and groping me he moved me to this strange looking chair in the living room. I've been sitting like this for almost 20 minutes, alone. There was an occasional tingle as my body was starting to wake up. Blinking and holding my head up was better, even if not 100%. My lips were able to move a bit which allowed me to form some words. Also, I'd actually been able to control my fingers and toes a bit. Now that my limbs were becoming alert I was also painfully aware of how uncomfortable the position I was left in was.

Initially, when Gary had fixed me into the chair he stepped back. He just stood there, admiring his handiwork, before nodding in satisfaction than walking away again. I'd never seen anything like this chair before. It reminded me of an old-fashioned wooden high chair mixed with a gynecologist table. I was sitting upright in this freak show exam chair but with my legs in each stirrup which caused my legs and knees to be pushed in and out. My hands were tied to the arms of the chair, my ankles the same but to the stirrups. I was still naked and completely exposed, even more so since the position left my thighs completely spread open.

I made an attempt to pull and tug slightly at the ties against my wrist. Nothing. The silk rope Gary used was much stronger than I anticipated. Also, leaning forward a small bit I was able to make out some pretty intricate knotwork at the bottoms of the armchair. For a second, I thought about starting to chew through the rope but that would take to long time. Plus, I wasn't even sure I had the energy for that. If only a certain clown would get his ass in gear and just fucking rescue me already! Pennywise is probably just enjoying the view until the last second possible.

"S-upod c-own," I mumbled out. "P-unwise...elp 'e."

"Now, now, darling. I wouldn't waste all your precious energy on trying to call out for help," Gary told me as he strolled out of a room down the hall. He wasn't wrong. My head was getting heavy so I let it roll and rest on my shoulder. I really wanted to tell my kidnapper to go fuck himself sideways. However, "uck oo" came out instead. That's when I noticed what Gary was wearing.

Gary was dressed in a matching black silk robe, boxers, and slippers. The robe was open just like his shirt had been, unbuttoned and very freeing. Before I could make out his hairy chest but now I could see that he was pretty fuzzy everywhere. In his hand was a whip and on his face was a black mask which covered everything but his mouth. Seeing him with the mask on was too much. What in the world was he dressed like this for? Did he honestly need to hide his face? Did he think I was stupid and I wouldn't know it was him who kidnapped me? If anything he looked like a terrible cosplayer of Batman after a nap. Slopppy giggling forced its way of of my mouth. Or what passed as chucking when your motor skills are not all there. My already vibrating body was on the verge of shaking uncontrollably. I took in a large breath of air in an attempt to control myself but as I let it out a loud barking laugh came out instead. Gary continued to stare at me, looking very displeased. Who did he think he was fooling? It's just him and me. Did he think I wouldn't recognize him once he got his dumb mask on? LOL! What a moron!

My head was thrown back from laughing. My eyes tearing up every time I glanced at Gary's getup. I must have looked like a raving lunatic sitting in this creepy chair, strapped down like in a torture porn, yet laughing hysterically. Half a minute later, I was finally able to calm down enough to look over at Gary without a new wave of chuckles taking over. Unfortunately, the pissed off and offended look he gave me started my laughing fit all over again. Damn, I'm really losing it.

Gary must have realized I was laughing at him and not just a lunatic. In one fast motion, he stepped over to me and slapped me hard across the face, the laughter ceasing instantly. My head spun so hard to the right my hair whipped me in the eye. I was just turning my head back to spit at my attacker when his other hand came in contact with my other cheek, whipping my head and hair to the other side. Gary abruptly grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him.

"You think you get to keep treating me like shit?! Well, guess what, Tiffany!? Your tight ass belongs to me and only me from now on! I think you need a reminder of who's in control now you heartless bitch!" The grip on my face was getting so tight during his speech I was sure I would have bruises all over my face. I cried out when Gary finally let me go.

"I'm going to break you, Tiffy baby. You've been bad and bad girls get punished. I'm going to hit you for every time you made me believe you loved me back." At first, I thought he was going to slap me again. That's when I remembered he had ahold of a whip.

Gary pulled back his arm, the braided leather tail dragging behind. I refused to close my eyes. I was going to face this head on. I've used whips and handcuffs on the stage but those were props so no harm ever came to me or my audience. I watched as he quickly rushed his hand forward and in slow motion, I watched as the whip closed in on me. At first, I thought he might have missed me all together but the nearer the whip got, I soon realized that he was right on target.

Crack!

The scream I let out sounded otherworldly as I felt the unfamiliar sting across my labia. I really wasn't prepared for the sensation of having my skin flayed but no one could have prepared me for this. Another lash came out and this time it hit me across the face and chest. There were small attempts at shifting out of the way but it was no use. Where a welt would have been I could feel warm liquid running off my cheek.

"WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME BACK!?"

Crack! Another lashing, this time straight across my left breast.

"-leasss ooooppp!" I wailed. I could feel my vibrations were getting out of hand from the hurt he kept causing me.

Crack! The whip raced across my inner thigh to my bottom ass cheek. How Gary couldn't see my body vibrating so violently was beyond me.

"I BET YOU SPREAD YOUR CUNT WIDE OPEN FOR THAT PRETTY BOY TOY OF YOURS!

CRACK!

"HOW DO YOU LIKE HAVING YOUR PUSSY SPREAD OPEN FOR ME!"

A new trail of blood ran down my calf and onto the floor. My anger and rage were also causing me pain but I couldn't pinpoint where the pain was. It felt everywhere and nowhere all at once.

CRACK! "FUCKING WHORE!"

My cried and howls of agony were drowned out by Gary lashing out at me, both with the whip and his words.

CRACK! "ALL THE YEARS YOU SHOOK YOUR TITS AT ME!

CRACK! "HOW MANY COCKS WERE YOU SUCKING WHILE I PUT MONEY IN YOUR POCKET?!"

CRACK! "I COULD HAVE LOVED YOU BETTER THAN ANY OF THEM!"

I could feel every hair on my skin, every muscle tightening back into consciousness. Somehow the pain was making things clearer and helped push me out of my drug-induced inebriation.

"FUCK YOU, GARY!" Wow, it felt amazing to speak again!

CRACK! "I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PROMISE TO TALK, SLUT!"

"You're going to regret this!" I screamed back him.

CRACK! "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!"

All of my body felt like it had turned to liquid hot iron and not from the damage to my skin. The intense heat I could feel spreading across my whole body was overwhelming. I began screaming from the pain as it became worse than what Gary was inflicting on me. What was happening to me!?

CRACK! "KEEP SCREAMING, BITCH. NO ONE CAN HEAR!"

The howls of pain I was letting out was making Gary all the more psychotic. Every time he sent the whip through the air it was worse than the last. Soon my skin would be nothing but open gashes and welts.

CRACK! CRACK!

"STOP, PLEASE STOP!" My insides had to be melting from the fire spread in me. Gary was crazed with beating me he hadn't even noticed my bloodied body twitching frantically.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I heard an ear-splitting growl and without warning, my body erupted into white-hot light.