Popping up covered in sweat Jolie glanced around the four walls that surrounded her. Shallow breaths fell from her mouth as tears trickled down her rosy cheeks. Her small hands covered her face before she kicked the white sheet clear off of her. For the past eight years Jolie had been dealing with flashbacks of the horrid child abuse she endured as a child. In most people's eyes the eighteen year old girl was still a child, but Jolie was far more mature than perceived. Had it not been for Ramona's wicked ways Jolie would've been living a normal teenage life. However, Jolie never knew normalcy. When taken from Ramona at the tender age of ten Jolie lost all sense of what she was taught.
Jolie had never stepped foot outside, because of what her mother believed was after her. Jolie had grown to believe it up until a couple of years ago. She now stayed with an elderly couple, they were her foster parents. The Smith's were loving and kind as they could be to Jolie, and in return showed genuine affection. The one thing Jolie would not embrace was Christianity. The Smith's were devote Baptists, and Jolie felt no connection at all to the religion. Jolie was though intrigued by the darker side of things, but never looked into it because it frightened her all the same.
Jolie wasn't alone inside of the foster home. The Smith's housed three boys as well. There was Robert who was one year older than Jolie and he kept strictly to himself. Then there was Cristiano who took on the role of the prodigal son, he was seventeen. Cristiano could do no wrong and everyone who came in contact with him seemed to feel a great appreciation for him. Not all the apples were good though, Shod was the biggest headache in the world.
He was in fact the Smith's grandson who had been abandoned by both of his parents. Shod was twenty years old and had an evil streak as long as the Nile river. There were many awful rumors about Shod. It was said that the young man was a drug lord who lacked a heartbeat. Many women claimed rape whenever they encountered him, but those same women were often never found again. Many of men were found dead from the torture of his hands, and those who dared spoke about him were often found without their tongue. Jolie always stayed clear of Shod, up until tonight.
Jolie's body itched in need of the drug she had grown to love so dearly, cocaine. Ramona introduced Jolie to the substance when she was just nine years old. She promised Jolie it would protect her from her father. Whether it protected Jolie or not it made her feel good, banishing the pain temporarily.
Jolie retreated from her bed and out of the bedroom she occupied. The hour was extremely late and Jolie had no means of going out to get her fix. So she opted for the next best thing, Shod's stash. Shod was never home but his things always were. It made it easy since Shod just so happened to sell drugs. Jolie knew stealing was wrong but she felt she needed the drug so badly. Her body seemed to float through the house that's how quickly Jolie moved. Jolie was afraid of being caught.
Before Jolie realized she was in the basement Shod occupied. The faint smell of metallic filled her nostrils blending with that of rotted fruits. Turning her nose up Jolie trotted down the stairs silent as she possibly could. Her green orbs illuminated brightly in the darkness as her nose began to itch with need. Jolie was so close to losing it, but kept her composure due to fear. Jolie assumed the cocaine to be somewhere hidden from the naked eye, but instead it sat surprisingly on a nightstand beside Shod's bed.
Quickly Jolie rushed to the bed, her feet slapping on the cold cemented floor. Tightly the ball of coke covered in plastic sat in Jolie's palm. Her heart rate had increased dramatically and with it her senses went. Jolie salivated from the thought of having the sweet substance enter her body. Without using her head Jolie opened the plastic and dumped the contents into her shaky left palm. Jolie's left leg shook with anticipation as her nipples perked and sex began to throb. Using her index finger on her right hand Jolie scooped a bit of cocaine up with her nail. Bringing it to her nose Jolie attempted to sniff just as her small frame flew across the room into the wall.
Screaming out in anguish Jolie gripped her back as hot tears fell from her orbs. Through the darkness Jolie could see a tall figure slowly making its way towards her. Afraid Jolie scrambled backwards into a corner. "Please!" She whimpered as slight tremors ran through her.
The moon broke through the small window giving a bit of light unmasking the figure who stood before Jolie. With a grit of his teeth SHOD'S handsomely sculptured face appeared. "What the fuck you doin' in my shit?"
Shod hovered over Jolie's small frame in disgust that was tainted with a deep lust. She was everything he had been promised she would be; fucking perfect. Jolie was everything Shod was and was not. Long ago a young innocent Shod was the slave of both his parents. Shod was far more than just abused. He was tormented with images only the ill fated could look at, and in a moment of weakness his young soul called out for help. Shod found his prayers answered when the throats of his parents had been slit, and with it Shod's soul was gone.
A brand new persona rose and formed deep within Shod ridding any taste of innocence. In return Shod promised the Devil himself that he'd find sin and let it walk the earth unprohibited, something even God couldn't stop. Shod was in daily debt repaying the Devil through murders, rapes, and unexplainable cruelty. Seeing the Jolie he had known of for so long, but waited for her to come to him led Shod to believe he would soon be free of his debt. Jolie was everything man wanted after; money, power, knowledge, and most of all sex. She was fucking perfect. Shod locked in on Jolie with cold eyes waiting for a response, but Jolie seemed to be hard at hearing.
Repeating himself one final time Shod bent down letting the cool of his breath shower Jolie's skin. "What are you doin' in my shit?" The crawling of her skin threw Jolie off causing the anger in Shod to rise.
Wrapping his hand around Jolie's throat Shod slammed her head into the concrete floor. "If you don't cooperate willingly I'll just beat it out of you." He hissed slamming Jolie's head again causing fresh blood to fall.
Shocked and almost numb Jolie cried as she rambled quickly. "I...I...needed it!"
Releasing her neck Shod tilted his head to the side. "Needed what? My drugs?" He asked flatly.
Holding her head Jolie answered quickly. "Y...yes."
"You could've just asked sweetie-I would've gave it to you." Shod quipped before rising to his feet.
Silence filled the ear as Shod's body disappeared into the darkness before the lights came on. Squinting at the sight Jolie listened to the sounds of running water with Shod's voice following it. "I don't like when people steal from me ma. It makes me...no...it hurts my feelings." He announced as the water cut off and Shod's large frame appeared again.
He stood at an overly sized 6'5, Shod's perfect physique was adorned in various tattoos that came from his neck and stopped at his hands. His dark colored curls contrasted with his olive kissed skin making it hard for females not to fall at his god like feet. Fresh blood stained the black jeans and shirt he wore, and Shod did nothing to hide it. Tossing a wet cloth Jolie's way Shod began to disrobe.
"I want you to clean me up." Shod stated into the cold air.
Floored Jolie opened her mouth. "Excuse me?" She questioned as her voice cracked.
