Being drugged with Viagra and spending the night with a stranger isn’t exactly the definition of sanity, is it? Especially when your pssy is already bleeding. You wake up in blood-stained sheets, naked, with a stranger beside you. Sounds cursed, no?  That’s what happened to her. One night she closed her eyes, not in prayer, but in aching pleasure. Moaning and screaming the name she didn’t even know… and woke up beside the devil. It was a mistake. A nightmare. A curse. … Wasn’t it? But her world stopped making sense at that one moment- She didn’t break. She left it behind, as though the night itself had been an ending. Believing she could escape the devil who already had a taste of her. Not knowing he was someone whose shadow was enough to haunt people’s entire existence. A remorseless demon in the skin of humans, feared by even gods per say. He started craving her innocence, not to protect it, but to ruin it, piece by piece…  until her light blurred into his night. The darkest part? The stranger she spent a night with was no-one but her brother’s enemy. The very man she’d hated with everything she had. But did it matter? Of course, not. As this wasn’t a love story. It was a tragedy. A dark fairytale. Because, “She was shattered in his love, Shattered to be his.”