"My" stapler.

Once belonging to a fair and caring owner, this stapler had it's own little compartment on a stationary tray. All was well until the owner's evil brother came along and snatched it from the clutches of comfort. Now it has been thrown about, made to share living space with the filthy lesser stationary on my slum of a desk and lost under piles of books crushing it's body and it's spirit. How it yearns for the life it once lived but with no arms or legs it knows not if it will ever find freedom once more. It sits to the right of his new evil overlord, terrified of what terrible fate I will inflict on him next.