Beverly's childhood bedroom was the last place she expected to find herself, but here she was, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. She muttered to herself, her voice low and full of anger. "Pennywise, you son of a bitch. You think you have power over me? Well, I'm here to show you that you don't."
As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of her younger self cowering in the corner. Beverly let out a maniacal laugh and turned to face her. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "A little mouse who needs to be taught a lesson."
Young Beverly tried to protest, but adult Beverly was having none of it. She advanced on her younger self, a predatory gleam in her eye. "You always were such a weak little thing," Beverly said, her voice full of disgust. "Let me show you how a real woman handles things."
Before young Beverly could even react, adult Beverly had grabbed her and forced her onto the bed. She roughly tore off the younger girl's clothes, her movements quick and efficient. "Is this how you want it, you little slut?" Beverly sneered, as she began to touch herself.
Young Beverly tried to push her away, but adult Beverly was too strong. She overpowered the younger girl and began to ravage her. "You always were so easy," Beverly said, her voice full of malice.
Suddenly, Pennywise appeared, but in the form of Ben. Adult Beverly didn't seem to notice, too consumed by her own lust. "Ben, oh Ben," she moaned, as she pulled him onto the bed.
She forced him to penetrate young Beverly, as she looked on with a mixture of disgust and pleasure. "Look at you, taking it like a little whore," Beverly said to her younger self. "You always were so easy."
She began to touch herself again, as she watched the scene unfold. "Say it, say you like it," Beverly commanded, her voice full of malice.
Young Beverly, tears streaming down her face, whispered "I like it" and adult Beverly let out a triumphant laugh.
"Good girl," Beverly said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's finish this."
And with that, she climaxed, her body shaking with pleasure. She collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
As she caught her breath, she looked over at young Beverly, who was staring at her with a mix of fear and disgust. "What's wrong?" Beverly asked, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Didn't you enjoy that?"
Young Beverly didn't respond, her body shaking with sobs.
Beverly let out a sigh and stood up, straightening out her clothes. "Well, I guess we're done here," she said, her voice cold and detached.
And with that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving young Beverly alone and traumatized on the bed.
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