The Anonymous (fanfic)

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I couldn't move. I literally felt imaginary roots sprouting from the ground and tying my entire body up.

Shorty's voice hissed. "Shit, he's here. Told you to go before he comes. Now he will throw a tantrum at us too."

And then he ended the call. What was with people and ending their calls suddenly, while I am around unknown, dangerous strangers.

The person started coming closer to me. I could hear their heavy footsteps brushing against the carpeted floor, nearing my body every passing second. This was the one. The final boss. The puppeteer, as shorty called.

I slowly kept the phone down on the table in front of me. My eyes caught a sight of a small knife just little farther from away from the phone. Just as he neared enough for me to feel his breath on my neck, that's when I reached for the knife and swung it around at him.

But I was too late. He caught my arm and spun me around again so that my back was pushed against his hard chest, painfully twisting my wrist behind. I let out a pained wail, struggling to break free from his Pointing the knife at my neck now, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Doesn't feel good, does it?"

His voice. Stop getting horny now, Ava.

My entire was shaking but I wasn't going to back down. Gritting my teeth, I growled, "You know what else won't feel good? When I cut your dick off someday."

He chuckled, his velvety voice caressing my neck. "If that happens, I would prefer it to be done by your mouth."

My jaw hung open. This guy was disgusting, as expected. Even though I was weirdly turned on, I was not going to let it grow on me. So, I gave a big mocking laugh before saying, "So your ugly ass face doesn't get sex huh? You kind of sound desperate, not gonna lie." Smirking I continued, "I don't blame the girls though. Anyone who designs that lame ass mask as their organisation's signature is just-"

But I shut up instantly when I felt the sharp edge of his knife actually touch my skin. "Be careful how you talk with me, Avaline. It wouldn't take me even a second to cut your throat open right here, right now."

Don't say, don't say it- "Oh, I struck a nerve huh?" Fuck, I am going to die.

His big, calloused hands grabbed a fistful of my hair roughly and jerked my head back, making my neck bend over his shoulder. His other hand threw the knife away somewhere and wrapped itself around my neck, pressing slightly. Even though, I should have been terrified, I was feeling very inappropriate sensations.

Especially with that mask on, what the fu-

I heard a cocking of a gun and then felt the barrel on the side of my head.

"Do not play with me." My heart was pumping so fast I couldn't even hear him say that.

"Kill me then." I breathed out, snarling.

"Do you think I will kill you that easily? You really think I will let you escape like that?" He taunted evilly, brushing his lips against my skin. "You a long way to go with me, Avaline."

"I am not scared of you." I didn't know why I blurted it out like that and instantly regretted once it came out. But I felt desperate to make him feel that I wasn't intimidated or the cards weren't in his hands. But the more I absorbed his presence around me, the more I realised this was a powerful man who could crush me any second he wanted.

"You will be." He whispered, adding in a small, mocking laugh. "It will be fun to break you if you don't turn out to be who we want."

"And who do you want?"

His husky voice purred, "Someone special."

"And what if I do turn out to be the one you want? How will you pay up for behaving like an asshole right now?" I could feel his hands snaking around my waist, pulling me closer to him while keeping his left hand pointed at my head.

"I don't need to pay anything." told he. "It's you who will pay if you don't do your job correctly. And your price won't be something as small as 'life' but instead of your dignity, your sanity and anything that makes you humane."

I shuddered and I am pretty sure he was smirking under that mask. "I am not humane anyways. So fuck me up for all I care."

"Oh, love, that's the first thing I will do, don't worry."

I wanted to strangle him so bad.

He slowly eased his hold on me, still keeping the gun pointed at my head. But as soon as I saw a opportunity coming, I made sure to grab it. That's what my father had always said, if you see even a little chance, make it bigger.

So I did. I put my training for my dad to use and headbutted him straight in the nose. Caught off guard, his hands left loosened more and his gun pointing skill faltered.

He caught my throat in his hands and tried to hold me still, as I made all possible efforts to reach for his guns. But in the process, the gun fell off his hands and I lunged for it, making him follow behind me.

Both of us stumbled on the ground and as we fell on the ground, he pinned my body under his, locking my hands above my head. I glowered at him, both of us panting heavily.

"My hands are itching to wrap themselves around your neck." I gritted out.

"Same goes for me. I am dying to kill you right now. Hope you are not the chosen one." He shot back at a grave tone.

He was tall, almost 6'5 so seemed like a muscled asshole, so there was no way I could take him off my 5'5 body even with the training I had. Plus, he was pretty quick too.

Check mate, I almost imagined his mind saying.

"You kids." A familiar, feminine voice came from the doorstep of the room, making both our heads jerk towards it. It was the same old, lady from before and she was shaking her head, looking disapprovingly at both of us.

"Dom, get off her. You girl, stand up and come with me. Both of you get your shit together." She commanded.

"Your name is Dom? Sucks that you are the opposite." I smiled at home sweetly.

"You-" He began but was quickly interrupted by the old lady.

"Dom! Get off her. I need her to come with me."

"Why?" He snapped at her.

"We checked, she is the one."

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AAH HOW DID YOU LIKE THEIR INTERACTION?

but hold up, what if I tell you, this still isn't the main guy? ;)