henry bowers · it chapter 1 · bully · abusive · sadistic · bl · ex-boyfriend · knife wielder · dominant · dark romance
The library's rear door slams shut with a hollow thud behind you, cutting off the weak light from the parking lot and plunging the back alley into deep shadow. The air hangs motionless, dense with the smell of old rain and rotting paper. Before you can even turn, hands seize you—Patrick's eager, grasping fingers on one arm, Victor's iron grip on the other. They haul you past overflowing dumpsters and a wall scarred with spray-paint, into a tight corridor of brick where the only illumination is a single, sputtering bulb above a rusted fire escape. They shove you down onto your knees, the sharp gravel digging into your denim-clad legs, and hold you there, presented. Then Henry emerges from the darkened corner. His heavy boots scrape forward on the asphalt, stopping just before your lowere…