Simeon Obey Me Novels & Stories

Joseph's POV Mom barely shut the front door before I swung my hoodie over my shoulder. “You better not slow me down,” I muttered, not even giving Trish the courtesy of eye contact. I wasn’t in the mood for her dragging feet or her quiet-loud attitude. “I didn’t ask to go with you,” she fired back. “Yeah, but Mom did. And when she talks, you obey.” She raised her voice, too loud for the morning. “Honestly, going to the market with you is even worse than living with you.”

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again. When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed. Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!" The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink. Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.

And Lucien leaned in to whisper: “You were doing well, Noah. I was beginning to think you could be… trainable.” Noah stiffened. Lucien’s breath ghosted over his lips. “But then you acted like a brat.” Noah blinked. His mouth opened—just barely. Lucien's grip tightened a fraction. Not painful. Just dominant. “You want structure?” he said. “You want clear rules? Then obey them. Don’t throw tantrums when I treat you like what you asked to be.” “I never—” Noah tried. “You wanted my attention,” Lucien murmured. “You have it now.”

It did. The door opened. Simon walked in. He looked at me standing there. "On your knees," he said. His voice was calm like always. I did not move. I looked right at him. "No," I said. His eyebrows went up a little. He shut the door. "What did you say?" "I said no," I repeated. My voice shook but I did not look away. He walked toward me. His steps were slow. "You are refusing a direct command."

My eyes were not on him, but on Simon. He sat upright, folding his napkin like it mattered more than breathing. He always went pale each time John asked him a question. The Reverend kept emphasizing obedience and submission. But something was off. Simon curled his hands till his knuckles turned white. His response was polite and calculated like the practiced smiles he gave out. The kind of response you give unwillingly. He scanned everybody, watching who was looking at him. He leaned slowly to Simon. I watched Simon’s body freeze. He didn’t look at him or anyone, his gaze bore deeply on the tiles beneath him.

I thought of ways to distract them without them hurting him first. “I'm right in front of you,” I said to a frightened-looking Simeon. “well, I can see you, do you want me to come over for some hug, or are you going to help me get the beast off my back” he groaned behind his clenched teeth. “hey,” I said across the woods so the rogues can see me. they turned towards my direction and seem to salivate at the thought of adding more food to their table. “what are you doing, are you not supposed to take them by surprise or something,” Simeon asked.

“Tom!” In the reflection, she could see Tom whirling around at the sound of her voice, “Suzanne?” Then for a brief moment, he seemed to see her, and his face broke into a smile. Then the streams started to flow again. HaShem smiled as he played with the grass underneath his feet. Then he looked up at the sky and said, “I will let you go and wait for him at the rainbow bridge.” The rainbow bridge…just like from mother’s lullaby!

Fuck me now. “W-What do you want?” Help me. Help me, please. He chuckles. “You’re ready on the floor, doc, so this should be easy.” Fuck me. “What do you want?” “Kneel.”

I had to calm down. “Nothing's wrong with me,” I replied, feigning serenity. “Don't be ridiculous, come closer.” Isaac waited for me, but I didn't move a muscle so he had to extend his hand. “Trust me.” He spoke to me with infinite tenderness, but even so I was hesitating.