“My captor grabbed me, digging his gloved fingers into my cheeks. His bloody gloved fingers. “I'm an assassin. I'm whatever the job necessitates.” I could smell the blood; it smelled like old, dirty pennies. “Then you're a whore.” “I'm a… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“The people I've killed over the years, yeah I did most of them for the money. Because being an assassin was a job and one that I was good at. But the biggies, all the folks I've taken on in… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
