{"id":260463,"date":"2026-07-13T17:40:01","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:40:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fixkin-entity-part-i-jodie-king\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:40:01","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:40:01","slug":"fixkin-entity-part-i-jodie-king","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fixkin-entity-part-i-jodie-king\/","title":{"rendered":"Fixkin Entity Part I – Jodie King"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Law has never comforted me\u2014not once. He didn\u2019t 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\u2019ve faced because multiple men viciously gang raped me in our home in front of him. He simply discarded it\u2014the same way he\u2019s trying to slowly discard me.<\/p>\n

He moves through this house like a ghost who owns everything, ignoring my existence until the rare moments he decides to remind me I\u2019m still his property. He never fails to tell me the next time I try to leave him, they won\u2019t find a body, only pieces. And even then, even whilst I\u2019m decaying in the dirt, I\u2019ll never truly be rid of him. I gaze at the stranger in the mirror\u2014the abused woman with dead eyes and a ruined body\u2014and feel nothing but a deep, aching emptiness.<\/p>\n

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\u2014 served up for men\u2019s bizarre amusement, their disturbing fantasies, and their sick sense of greed. I once believed suffering was deserved\u2014that it was a debt paid back in full, that people always reaped what they sowed.<\/p>\n

But the world has taught me a far crueler truth\u2026 It\u2019s 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\u2014my body, my baby, and my faith in anything good\u2014I\u2019m still here, living each day by some punishing persistence.<\/p>\n

Still here\u2026 but gone inside. It feels like a sluggish corrosion, eating away at whatever fragments of me are left, until I\u2019m not sure what remains is still a person at all. Abuse has become my unwanted home, and I don\u2019t 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\u2019ve been made to carry it in my lungs.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t eat anymore without smelling raw meat on my father\u2019s skin\u2014 that same sick, metallic stench rising from every plate like a ghost that refuses to stay buried. I can\u2019t 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\u2019t close my eyes without feeling their hands everywhere.<\/p>\n

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FXKIN ENTITY \u00a9 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.<\/p>\n

For more information on the author and her books\u2014visit: https:\/\/beacons.ai\/jodie_king_author OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com For the full list of seventy trigger warnings, please scan this QR code, where you will be directed straight to my website – www.JodieKingAuthor.com Please be mindful before going into this book. It’s a heavy read with no light. It covers extremely triggering themes. This is NOTHING like my other works. Your mental health matters. This is Part I of FXKIN ENTITY. OceanofPDF.com Pssst. Hold on tight, little light.<\/p>\n

This story isn\u2019t going to test your darkness\u2014it\u2019s going to rip the leash right off it. Because some entities don\u2019t just drift through walls. They sink deep inside you and fuck every hidden part of you awake. OceanofPDF.com T 5 YEARS EARLIER\u2014AGED 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.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s ass that he\u2019d viciously raped just five minutes ago, slides savagely over my tastebuds, coating them in shame and defilement.<\/p>\n

Each withdrawal leaves me gasping for precious air that tastes of stale piss and hopelessness, only for him to bury himself deeper, claiming what\u2019s left of my soul with every plunge. I am nothing here. Just another sobbing, abused woman in the night.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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