Fixkin Entity Part I – Jodie King

Law has never comforted me—not once. He didn’t hold me while I screamed for the baby I never got to meet. He never even acknowledged that I had been carrying his child when he let them almost kill me. He never gave a shit about the trauma I’ve faced because multiple men viciously gang raped me in our home in front of him. He simply discarded it—the same way he’s trying to slowly discard me.

He moves through this house like a ghost who owns everything, ignoring my existence until the rare moments he decides to remind me I’m still his property. He never fails to tell me the next time I try to leave him, they won’t find a body, only pieces. And even then, even whilst I’m decaying in the dirt, I’ll never truly be rid of him. I gaze at the stranger in the mirror—the abused woman with dead eyes and a ruined body—and feel nothing but a deep, aching emptiness.

I am a mother to a child who never drew its first breath, a prisoner in the home of the man who planned and killed it. And every single fucking day, I wake up and wonder why I am still fighting to survive in a world that ended for me years ago. From the day my mother died, I have been fed nothing but abuse— served up for men’s bizarre amusement, their disturbing fantasies, and their sick sense of greed. I once believed suffering was deserved—that it was a debt paid back in full, that people always reaped what they sowed.

But the world has taught me a far crueler truth… It’s always the innocent who bleed the deepest. We keep reaching for the light with trembling hands, holding onto its fading warmth like drowning souls bargaining for air that will never last. But even after the darkness devoured everything—my body, my baby, and my faith in anything good—I’m still here, living each day by some punishing persistence.

Still here… but gone inside. It feels like a sluggish corrosion, eating away at whatever fragments of me are left, until I’m not sure what remains is still a person at all. Abuse has become my unwanted home, and I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to slip into the quiet, somewhere soft and everlasting. I hate myself with every breath I take. It clings to me, constant and suffocating, as though I’ve been made to carry it in my lungs.

I can’t eat anymore without smelling raw meat on my father’s skin— that same sick, metallic stench rising from every plate like a ghost that refuses to stay buried. I can’t drink without tasting vodka flooding my insides again, burning, choking, and drowning me in the memory of being raped while their laughter rings in my ears. And I can’t close my eyes without feeling their hands everywhere.

FXKIN ENTITY © 2026 Jodie King All rights reserved. The characters and events depicted in this book are entirely fictitious. Names, characters, settings, and incidents are either created by the author’s imagination or utilized fictitiously. Any resemblance to a living or deceased person, event, or location is completely coincidental. Except for brief quotations in a book review, no part of this book may be duplicated or reproduced in any form or by any method, whether electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and collection system, without the author’s written permission.

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This story isn’t going to test your darkness—it’s going to rip the leash right off it. Because some entities don’t just drift through walls. They sink deep inside you and fuck every hidden part of you awake. OceanofPDF.com T 5 YEARS EARLIER—AGED EIGHTEEN he sounds of women weeping echo through the damp cells like broken hymns, mingling with the slow drip of pipes somewhere in the darkness.

Each wet plink punctuates the forceful rhythm of my skull smashing against the wall behind me. Again, and again, and again. Thud. Thud. Thud. With my mouth pried unnaturally wide open by a cruel metal clamp strapped around my skull, the sharp edges of the steel bite deep into the corners of my cracked lips, splitting the skin until fresh blood mixes with the thick strings of saliva. The device forces my jaw so far it feels like it’s one brutal thrust away from dislocating, the hinges stretching in agony My body is trapped and crushed between cold bricks and the relentless thrusts of a filthy cock forcing its way down my throat, every savage drive bruising the back of my mouth.

The stench of his sweaty balls and matted pubes smothers me, rank and suffocating, like rot is being pressed directly into my lungs. The rancid flavour of his old dick, still slick with the filth of another woman’s ass that he’d viciously raped just five minutes ago, slides savagely over my tastebuds, coating them in shame and defilement.

Each withdrawal leaves me gasping for precious air that tastes of stale piss and hopelessness, only for him to bury himself deeper, claiming what’s left of my soul with every plunge. I am nothing here. Just another sobbing, abused woman in the night.

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