"Oh, Baby-girl, surely you knew, no one could ever love you..." he said, striding closer. "But maybe, you weren't born to be loved.." He continued, his hot breath rebounding off my cold skin as he sat next to me. "Maybe you were born to be feared." He smiled, a creative glint in his eyes, as he kissed away at my neck. •|WARNING.|• ~~~{this story contains mature themes with Dark scenes. Reader discretion.}~~~