Sim was laying on the floor of his bathroom completely naked. His blood covered suit was laying in the full bathtub, the water a disgusting shade of red. Sim’s body was covered in potentially thousands of scars. Whenever he tried to move, it was the most extreme pain he had ever felt before.
“If you let me take over, I’ll take all the pills you got for you.” Polymon said.
“After that…you are never taking over again.” Sim gritted through his teeth. Even speaking filled his body in pain and agony.
“So you’re just going to lay on the floor of your dirty bathroom in extreme pain?” Polymon asked.
“If that’s what I have to do to protect people from you.” Sim responded, groaning as he spoke.
“You should be thanking me. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be a swiss cheese corpse.” Polymon replied.
“I would much rather be dead than live with what you have made me do.” Sim tried to sit up, but his entire body fought back.
“God…fucking damn it.”
Sim kept pushing and forced himself to his feet, needing to throw his body onto the counter to stay up. He reached out to grab one of his many pill bottles, but was in so much pain he couldn’t even open the lid.
“Need some help?”
Sim lifted his head up to stare in the mirror. His body was covered in sweat and scars, his short hair a mess while his eyes were painfully bloodshot.
In his reflection, Polymon’s body was perfectly clean with a big and healthy smile.
“Go…fuck yourself.” Sim groaned as he kept trying to open the bottle, his arms burning and shaking as he tried to not scream in pain.
“I mean…I have masturbated many times while in control.” Polymon said as Sim tried his best to ignore him.
Sim struggled and lifted the bottle up with his weak and shaky arm. He smashed it down as violently as he could, making the bottle break and spill both sharp plastic pieces and pills into his sink. Sim quickly cupped his hands to collect both, not caring to separate them and quickly shoved all that he could into his mouth. He swallowed them dry before bending over and starting to vomit blood into his sink. He blindly reached around to grab another bottle, doing the exact same thing as he kept taking pills and plastic into his throat and stomach.
“God you are a mess.” Polymon said.
Sim’s eyes began to go soft, looking like there was a layer of cloudy glass over them. He stumbled for a few steps before collapsing to the ground.
25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yzNWKCEcx
A young Simon was sitting on the couch of his childhood living room, sitting alone while watching television and eating from a bowl of cereal. It was quite late, the outside pitch black with no visible moon. He heard the front door open and jumped, quickly changing the channel to a very low budget Christian kids show. A very old and fat man was talking to a group of children, reading them stories from the Bible as Simon’s mother walked in.
“What are you doing up so late?” She asked while putting her hair tie out of her long hair, letting it go low down her back. It was thin and messy, the blonde fading into subtle gray roots. She was carrying quite a large and expensive purse that still had the tag around the handle.
“I was waiting for Dad…and you too.” Simon replied.
She noticed the bowl of cereal and sighed.
“Did you eat dinner?” She asked him.
“Yeah. It was delicious.” He replied.
She made her way to the trash can, Simon starting to nervously sweat and keep his eyes locked on her. She opened it to see some food leftovers thrown away.
“Simon.” She said with a very serious tone.
“I ate most of it. I was full and Dad always tells me to…”
“I have told you many times to ignore what he tells you. Now get over here.” Her voice was angry and she pointed down to the ground next to her.
Simon felt his eyes water as he slowly walked over.
“Take the food out.” She pointed at the trashcan, keeping the lid up.
Simon looked up with teary eyes.
“Do it.” She said.
Simon reached down and grabbed the messy and dirty meat and mashed potatoes.
“Now eat it.” She said.
Simon’s eyes went wide as he looked at her.
“Go on.” She said, crossing her arms.
Simon stared at the messy food as he slowly moved it to his mouth. It smelled and felt awful in his hand as his mouth tried its best to stay closed, but then the front door opened again. Simon turned to see his Dad walking in. Simon dropped the food and ran as quickly as he could, hugging his Dad tight and crying.
“Simon get back over here!” His mother shouted.
Simon’s Dad hugged him back and looked over.
“What did you do?” He asked her.
“Your son decided to throw food away. So I told him he needed to finish it.” She kept her arms crossed.
Simon’s Father’s eyes went wide.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLwH9WZAO84
She looked very offended at the use of language in front of their son.
“Did you just curse in this household?” She asked.
He looked down at Simon.
“Sim, go to your room. I’ll get you when everything is okay.” He kissed his head before Sim quickly ran past his mother and running to his bedroom, shutting the door harshly.
The two parents were staring daggers into each other.
“What is wrong with you?” He asked.
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you Eric? You are corrupting our son.” She responded.
“I’m corrupting him? You were about to make him eat garbage! Do you want him to get sick and end up in the hospital? How would you explain that huh?” He asked.
“He would eat it and be fine if he prayed every night like he’s supposed to.” She snapped back.
“Maybe he would actually do that crap if it wasn’t a stupid lie!” Eric snapped back.
She gasped and stepped closer to him.
“You know it’s funny to me how you run a church and try to force our son to follow Christianity when it says in the Bible that a woman can’t have authority over a man.” Eric said, crossing his arms.
“It does not say that.” She responded.
“Timothy two-twelve: Permit no woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she is to keep silent.”
She rolled her eyes.
“That’s not the right Bible.”
“Fine. King James Version: But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. Or maybe you want the New International Version: I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet.”
She slapped her own husband across the face, hard enough to leave a handprint.
“That passage is not meant to be taken literally.” She responded.
He just laughed.
“And you’re the person who decides that?” He asked.
She went to slap him again, but he caught her wrist.
“Charlotte, you are insane.” He said.
“I’m insane? At least I don’t worship the most evil and wicked being the world has ever seen.” She snapped back.
“Aren’t you the one who worships God?” He stepped closer.
She shoved him away and stared with a boiling hatred.
“You are no longer permitted to sleep under this roof. Get out of here now!” She pointed towards the front door.
“I’m not leaving here and letting you abuse our Son.” Eric responded.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEg8MOprJ6y
“Our son will not be abused. He will be raised the way he should be raised.” Charlotte snapped back.
“Ignorant and blind to the truth?” Eric asked back.
“Get out of my house.” She spoke with poison on her tongue.
“Your house? Who pays for this place huh? Maybe if you took the donation money I know you take and spent it on rent and not for selfish reasons then maybe it could be yours!” He shouted.
“Those people do not need to donate, but they do for me because I help them find salvation!” She shouted back.
Eric’s body began to shake and twitch slightly. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
“I’m going to get something to drink. When I get back here, we will discuss this like adults, okay?” He began to head towards the door.
“You are not coming back here, understand?” She asked.
“Try and stop me.” Eric opened the front door and stepped out, shutting it hard before walking down the sidewalk.
Sim was laying on his bed, his blanket pulled up to cover his entire body as he softly cried. He could hear his mother make her way to her bedroom. Sim didn’t move from under the blanket, but after what felt like an hour he heard the front door open. He got up and ran to his door, thinking it was his Dad. He opened his door just enough to peek out, but he saw a different man. It was a pastor from the church his mother ran. A pastor who Sim hated with a passion.
“Charlotte? Are you okay?” He asked.
Sim didn’t see much. All he saw was his mother’s hand reaching out and grabbing the man by his shirt, pulling him into her bedroom before the door shut and locked. Sim quietly shut his door and went back to his bed, curling up under the blanket. He tried to go to sleep quickly, but the sounds of clapping and moans pierced through the walls and made it impossible for him to sleep. Sim kept crying and crying quietly as he laid in his bed, hearing everything that was going on in the next room. He might have no idea what it really was, but he knew it wasn’t good.
25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7EfgqsUXsG
Officer Lawton was sitting at his desk inside the police precinct, writing away on multiple police reports at once. His eyes were struggling to stay open when a large cup of coffee was placed on his desk. He looked up to see Officer Osman.
“Hey Lawton, I know you’re in the middle of this, but it's your turn.”
Lawton looked confused.
“Wait…is it?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
Lawton sighed and popped a few of his medicine pills before taking the cup of coffee and following Osman through the floor. They made their way to a staircase that was only accessible after multiple fingerprint and eye scans. They walked down a single flight to a large metal door. They scanned their badges, fingerprints again.
“Officer Lawton requesting access.”
The door scanned his vocal pattern for nearly a full minute.
There was a subtle buzzer before the door opened. They walked down a short hallway to another metal door.
Osman handed Lawton the key, putting it deep into a barely visible keyhole before turning to the right, then to the left, then back to the right.
The door opened to show a room. The far wall was nothing but monitors, showing various locations all throughout the state of New York. Another officer was wrapped tightly in a blanket with multiple empty cups of coffee and hot chocolate. Osman walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. The officer nodded and stood up, handing the blanket to Lawton.
The room was near freezing with the large wall of monitors connected to massive computers that took up the two side walls. Lawton wrapped himself tightly before going to sit in the single chair with wheels. There was a single keyboard and mouse as he looked at all of the screens.
Not only were there screens showing public places like parks and intersections, but there were screens showing the insides of people’s homes, schools, offices, even restrooms.
Lawton leaned back into the chair, his eyes moving from screen to screen.
He spotted one that kept his eyes locked.
A couple having a loud argument. Things were being thrown back and forth as the man looked ready to hit her.
Lawton kept staring at it.
“Please…please somebody call…”
The man hit the woman across the face, causing her to drop to the floor.
Lawton felt like he could feel the punch. His stomach was twisting in knots.
“Please…” He whispered to himself, able to see his own breath.
The man was screaming down at her while she was on the ground.
Finally, the sound of a phone ringing filled the room. Lawton pressed a single button on the keyboard.
“Nine-One-One, what's your emergency?” Lawton asked.
“Yes. I think there’s a domestic argument going on next door.”
“Alright, we’ll send officers over right away.” Lawton replied.
25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOQbnXXSi5
