Deplorable

Tramp, Harlot, Streetwalker. Those are the titles I’d carried since I was sixteen. It may have been a dangerous career, but it’s how I survived. Besides, I was always careful… until I wasn’t. I’d gone and pissed off the wrong john. One with friends in high places who want me dead. Now my life lies in the hands of the man ordered to dispose of me. A man by the name of Snake… ...Something tells me he bites.