My Tormentor

Zara Khan was full of life and laughter. She faced her share of hardships, but she chose to view them as minor compared to her many blessings.

Freshly graduated from university, she is trying her best to survive in the real world. However, her chances of survival have just diminished immensely; a dangerously handsome man from her past has returned. The same man who once made her heart flutter now makes her question her own sanity.

He has had his eyes on the wide-eyed, innocent beauty for years. He had been watching, waiting for the perfect time to make her his. She had innocently tried to pursue him, never understanding the danger she was getting herself into. Unfortunately for her, she succeeded in catching his eye. And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her, and mould her into his perfect little plaything.

Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra, and his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect. He feeds off the utmost violence and the pain of others, and he will treat his plaything no differently.

Zara wants to—no, needs to—survive; she needs to reach the light so very desperately. However, will she eventually be devoured by the darkness overpowering her mind, heart, and soul? Will she succumb to the insanity until she is bled dry by the same man who once made her heart glow?

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

Keep in mind, this story is dark and sinister.

This material contains content that may be disturbing to some readers. If you are uncomfortable with mature or triggering themes, continue at your own risk.

There is a very high chance of being triggered by this narrative. I strongly suggest you do not start reading if you are sensitive to themes such as violence, rape, self-harm, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, misogyny, explicit sexual content, or strong language.

Please note: I will not provide trigger warnings at the beginning of individual chapters. The entire story is explicit, so expect mature content to appear at any time.

To any "haram police" preparing to critique the story: keep in mind that this is NOT a spiritual or religious narrative.

The story may also contain some clichés, so please be aware of this before continuing.

Readers from all cultural and religious backgrounds are welcome! Since this is not a spiritually based story, you do not need prior knowledge of religious details. If any specific context is needed, I will provide explanations in brackets.

Author's Notes 💭

I want to clarify right off the bat, as I anticipate complaints: the male lead is a major asshole. He is a literal villain, and he is intentionally written this way.

He will likely be the worst person I have ever written (especially compared to the male leads of my previous stories). I wanted to challenge myself as a writer to see how messed up of a character I could create [weird, I know, lol].

Bottom line: think of this story as reading about the villain instead of the hero.

If you can live with the idea that he may never be able to redeem himself for the actions he will commit, then I welcome you to join me in this chaotically insane narrative!

ENJOY! ❤️