The Anonymous (fanfic)

The Anonymous (fanfic)

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"You don't know what you are playing with." I smiled. "Or maybe I don't care Mr. Binary Codes." His hands wrapped itself around my neck at an inhumane speed. Growling in my ears, he said, "You think this is a game? Should I show you how I can play it too?" "Oh, sir, I will be glad. Go ahead." Pushing him away, I smirked at him. "I am waiting." • • • HIGHEST RANK- #1 IN ANONYMOUS
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