The handle of an axe.

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I am the handle of an axe. I am a traitor to almost all of the world. I wish I could stand with the rest of humanity but I have no choice. I admit I made a couple bad choices but I couldn't have ever predicted this. I may have desperately needed money at some point and I did go somewhere shady for that reason but I never expected to be a toy for the mafia. 

I was assigned to a woman who 'deals with problematic people' as her servant. She has me help find and kidnap the people she deals with as well as bringing her anything he needs once we get these people back to her place. 

She does give me a room and I get decent food but at the same time I have to be present during each person she tortures just in case she needs anything. I try not to look but sometimes they attempt to save themselves by calling out to me. That's the worst feeling ever. When I know I should do something, anything to help them but I can't. If I do I will end up just like them. I only escaped that fate because she needed a servant. 

She keeps each person in an individual cell in the basement and she keeps them alive for up to a year. Most of them live for about three months but sometimes she has a short temper and they only last a few hours. If they last for more than a day they give up on my help. I usually give them their meals and escort them to the bathroom once a day for showers. Sometimes they ask why I help her or why I wont help them. I never explain. If they get angry I simply tell them 'it is my job' and they usually press for more but I don't elaborate. I don't make small talk because they will soon die and I don't want to get attached. Especially since I will most likely have a small part in their death.

"Come on! We have someone new to take!" My master calls up to me. I don't like thinking of her that way but there isn't much else that makes sense.

"Coming!" I shout as I hand the last person their meal. The young person nods in thanks as they take the food.

I run up out of the basement and dash to her side. I bow my head and wait for her to tell me who we are attacking tonight. To everyone else I must look just like the average evil sidekick; black straight hair, a cloak and some basic clothes under it. I guess it makes me a tad bit better at kidnapping under the cover of darkness but it also makes me out to be much more evil than I am.

Today's target is a young woman with brown wavy hair, freckles, and a slim figure. She goes to college and she witnessed an exchange between a couple of the operatives. She is going to be interrogated and then if she knows anything about them she will be kept and if not she will be released. Typical situation and I don't expect that it'll be difficult considering that she's a young thin girl who doesn't seem to have much defense.

"For this one I'll act lost and ask for her phone. Once she hands it to me you will grab her and handcuff her. I'll help you carry her to the car and then we'll bring her back. She will be at a party tonight and I can lure her outside saying that it's too loud inside and I can't hear the call. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." I reply swiftly. I grab my handcuffs and shove them into my pocket and pulling my cloak over it to disguise them. She then leads me out the door and we start our journey.

We soon arrive at the party. I pick an alley to hide in while I wait for my signal. My master strides into the party and I loose sight of her. I lean against the wall and try to seem inconspicuous. Soon I hear a couple voices chatting about a phone call. I look around the corner to see my master with mascara and tears streaming down her face. She's so theatrical. I watch as master takes the phone that the girl offers and wraps her in a hug. That's my cue. I run over and grab the girls arms. I pull out my handcuffs and snap them on her wrists. The girl doesn't get a chance to scream before my master has put a cloth gag in her mouth. The girls eyes widen as I reach down and grab her legs. My master holds her by the back and the girl is left facing me. She stares at me and I avoid making eye contact. I keep a grim expression on my face. I always hate helping with this stuff and I make it known to the victims.