Simon was thrashing around in a casket, dirt piled on top. Simon's hands were tied behind his back, a cloth tied in his mouth. Simon kicked and scratched at the screwed shut lid, the top half of his feet bruising and his toenails getting filed down dangerously low.

Simon was panicking, his air supply running low as he continued to kick at the lid. Simon felt as though his ribs were getting crushed, the stitches(aftermath of him getting hung by his ribs) on his ribs starting to rip and the blood start to pour.