Quote by Nenia Campbell
““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 mercenary.” “What's the difference?” I spat. “You sell your body for money and you have no morals.””
