"Have you ever done it before?" "Have I ever done w-what?" "sex." I nodded and she gasped.
I smiled at the old man, "Come on Simon, it's getting late, and I'm tired." he smiled, "Yes, we should probably find a place to stay. How about that apartment building. It looks safe." he looked at me asking for my approval, "Ok. Just as long as you don't put that crown on, right?" he nodded, "I won't Marcy. I'll try." I smiled, "Promise?" I said. "Promise."
We walked into the building. He was carrying me on his back and he found the nicest room to stay in. It had a huge bed and it looked like the only thing that wasn't damaged.
"Here we go Marceline." He laid me on the bed and went to see if there was any food downstairs. I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night to find Simon above me. He was pulling back the covers and he smiled. I looked confused. "Simon-?" He smiled, "Shh." he had the crown on his head. He removed my clothes and unbuckled his pants. "Simon? The crown-!" "HAHA... SHHH little one." I struggled but he pinned me down and- and... he began to thrust, it hurt, but no matter how loud I screamed, no one would hear me in this wreckage of a world. He smiled his wicked smile. The crown.. He promised!
I shivered at the thought of those horrid memories. Simon.. He was gone. The crown.. he was loosing himself.