Axe

The pale woman hands me an axe; making me believe that she wants me to free the man tied to the wooden chair in the middle of the dark warehouse.

“Do you want me to free him now?” I ask.

She takes the axe from me, and swings it at the man in the chair, “No, you just gave me the fingerprints I need.”

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