Alissa drags her feet to the front porch. She forces her body and her mind to enter the house. She's finally home, she told herself. Pennywise accompanied her. He sensually and slowly touched the side of her face, conveying some type of supernatural force making Alissa faint into a sleep. And when she woke up, she's in Pennywise's arms in the backyard. She fluttered her eyes open and saw that she was leaning in the arms of the clown. He felt warm, soft, and smelled like the whole carnival: popcorn, sweet, candy apples, sweat, blood, and excitement.

She felt an undeniably sweet tension but when she realized she was too close to him, she pulled herself away. "What did you-" Alissa glanced around her and realized she's in the backyard of her house. "I'm gonna go to my room." She said to him. She did not know why she had to tell him. Was it a warning? An invitation? Nevertheless, she walked to the front porch to enter the house because surely, her mother and father have been waiting for her.

Alissa walks into the door and notices that her parents are already in the dining area. They don't even look worried. They both see her creep from the doorpane and they wave at her with a smile, "Hey, you're late for dinner." her father says,

Alissa tells them she'd rather sleep. They both easily let her go. She wonders why they're both so happy. She walks to her parents and hug them both, and they suddenly seem confused by her affection. The two shrug it off and she heads upstairs.

Alissa enters her room and places her camera by the shelf. She glances across the room and notices Pennywise looking through her stuff on the other shelf,

"You like amusement parks, don't you Alissa?" he giggles, "I sure love parks and circuses and-"

"Kids?" she interrupts,

He gives out a throaty chuckle, almost sounding like a despicable laugh. "Oh no," he starts. He turns around, "I despise kids. But to eat them? Oh! How I drool for them!"

"That other kid..." Alissa says,

Pennywise looks at her intently,

"I want you to kill the other kid." Alissa says without a doubt,

"Wh-what other kid?" Pennywise fakes his ignorance, "Oh...you mean Kyle?"

"Is that his name? The kid that drove the truck?"

Pennywise nods with a smug look on his face,

"I want you to kill Kyle."

Pennywise starts laughing hysterically, "Oh, Alissa!" he shakes his head and starts pacing the floor, "You..." he wiggles his finger, pointing it at Alissa, "You never fail to Amuse me, Alissa!"

She turns around,

"But I asked for a list..."

"Fuck the list. Just do as I say. You're lucky I even gave you a name." She snaps at him,

Pennywise drags his foot over to her and quickly stood in front of Alissa, leaning over her small figure, "You're taking it slow...I get it." He grins at her, showing his fangs, "Take all the time you need. I don't mind waiting a little after my first meal."

"I'm not doing this for you," Alissa says, "I'm doing this for a whole different reason."

Pennywise smirks, "Amusing Alissa, you really do amuse me."

A storm rages in a summer day and I'm in the mood to have some good me-time. I wrap the towel around me and I make my way in my room. When I enter, Charlotte Cardin's rendition of Wicked Game is playing loud. I notice the rain from my window and I feel so damn good.

It's been a long time since I've felt so relaxed. For once in my life, I feel like a young woman. I look around my room and start swaying my hips slowly. I remove my towel, put on my underwear, drape over my oversized shirt and start dancing to the sweet singing voice playing from the speakers. I close my eyes and savour my personal time while it lasts. For once in a long time, I rid my mind of the bad things. I think about myself. I think about this song. I think about my body.

I feel so confident.

My waist gracefully sways to the song's tempo. I keep my eyes closed, my lips parted a little, as I run my hands from my waist up to my cheeks. I sway to the music a little more as the song quickens. I hum along, too.

I sensually move my hips, twirl across my room, reach my laptop giving me a chance to hear the song louder before it ends.

The next song starts playing. I hear the same artist, but with a different song.

"...no effect, you drag me in your dirt, oh..."

I keep dancing, making sure I stay graceful, but I keep my eyes closed.

"...I've been around...your body upside down...but I can't touch you..."

My hands trace over my chest and through my nape,

"...in any fuckin' way..."

My hips move to the song as it gets more intense. But as I twirl, my eyes slightly open, I see a familiar tall figure, making me stop dancing completely. I gape at the clown's presence. He looks at me sternly, all cold, all stiff, he stands there.

"What the fuck-" I quickly turn away from him, looking for my towel. I grab it and cover the lower part of my body, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You dance really well, Alissa."

"Have you been watching me the whole fucking time?"

Pennywise walks over to me,

"You kill pervs, don't you?" I suddenly ask him, "Why don't you kill yourself?" I turn away and grab my pants. I enter the bathroom, check the whole thing first and start putting my pants on.

I come back inside my room, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry, Alissa." the clown mutters, "I need my next meal."

"Didn't I just give you a name? That was just days ago." He's starting to really piss me off. Does he really think I can give out names of kids to kill? That Kyle thing was a spur of the moment. He deserved it, but still. It's not like I encounter asshole kids everyday. I barely go out now because of what happened.

I had to take photo from my window in my room. It's stupid.

"Ah-ah-Alissa," Pennywise growls lowly, "We had a deal."

"I'm not giving you names. Not anymore." I tell him. What a greedy clown. I thought one name could shut him up.

Pennywise growls louder as he runs towards me, pinning me against the wall. He's glaring at me with bright, golden eyes. I would be fearing him right now, but I'm too angry at him to be. I glare back at his eyes in the dark. The dark circles around his eyes make his dilated golden pupils stand out, it's almost blinding.

He slowly rests his hand over my cheek, his face close and looking down on me, he glares, "I'm not messing around, Dear Alissa."

I gulp once, and whisper at him, not looking away, "Does it look like I'm joking?"

He smirks in anger and exasperation. He probably hates me more than ever. I watch his eyes glare at me, but I also quickly steal a glimpse of his lips. He's smirking hard. He's angry. His forceful, strong hand is still on my face. I watch his lips. I can't stop looking at his lips.

I realize his body is pressed against mine. I inhale and smell the same fragrance he had when he took me home.

Pennywise glares at the eighteen year old girl he has pinned against the wall. He grimaces, unable to shout at her. He wants to drain the blood out of her warm body and drink it all until she falls on the ground. But her smell, it distracts him. She smells like fascination and curiosity and passion.

The tall clown keeps his hand on her. She doesn't back down and it annoys the hell out of him. Especially when he can't tell what she's thinking. He smells nothing else but passion now. The confused demon clown stares at Alissa. He's so close to slitting her throat as it's exposed just a few inches away from him.

"I'm starving, Alissa." The clown whispers in anger,

Alissa closes her eyes then opens it again. She sighs once, "So am I." She whispers back,

This confuses Pennywise even more. The demon clown squints his golden eyes at the girl in confusion, his grip loosens. Starving for what?

Suddenly, Pennywise senses external forces outside her room. In one blink, he disappears, and Alissa's door knob starts to turn, making a sound. This alarms Alissa. She quickly turns to face the shelf next to her. Her mother peeks through the door, "Alissa,"

She turns and fakes a smile, "Yep?"

"Your ready?"

"Um, mom," Alissa pauses to make sure she doesn't jumble her own words, "Give me like five minutes, okay?"

Her mother nods, "All right. I'll be downstairs waiting."

"Great." Alissa says with a fake smile. Her mother shuts the door, revealing Pennywise behind the door. He looks taller than her door. Alissa leans her back against her desk, unconsciously panting. She stares at It without a word. The clown stays quiet as well.

She wants to run to him and hurt him, she thought. She wants to feel dominant. But at the same time, for some weird reason, she felt pleasure in his demands. His need for her help, His need for her entirety, His inability to kill her-She loved it all.