“I’m going to hack into your bank account and steal all your money,” says the gruff voice that comes through my phone.
I smile at the idiocy of this person. “You said going to, which means you haven’t hacked it as yet,” I say my voice sounding stern.
The smile remains on my face as I know he’s going to fail. And if anyone tries to hack my account an alert is immediately sent to me. I also had designed a program that tracks the exact location of the person as well as a detailed report on the person.
“Huh aren’t you scared?” the person asks.
“Go ahead, I dare you,” I say below a whisper. My voice is bold and daring and I know it irked the person how unbothered I am.
The program I made will also make them think that they took the money but nothing happened. When they feel my rath, they’ll know not to mess with me.
“I’m in, and I’m stealing all your money,” the person announces smugly, perhaps triumphantly.
“Oh darling, have fun with the money,” I said before hanging up.
My laptop makes a bing noise signalling that my program has sent in the report.
………..
I go to my closet and I take out my sleek black suit. I put on a jacket and then I click the button that opens up the secret part of my closet.
My display of weapons pop up and I take out my katana, 4 of my sharpest knives, 2 revolvers and my beloved 0.50 gold plated Desert Eagle. I don’t even need all of the weapons I’m bringing but I like to take my pick.
………..
I knocked on the door waiting for the owner to open it. Soon enough the door was opened and he stood in front of him. “Hello Roger Clarkson,” I said lowly a deadly smirk gracing my lips.
I pushed open his door and walked in without his permission. “Uh do I know you?” he asks staring at me. “Hmmmm,” I hum pretending to think.
“No, but I’m sure you remember ‘I’m going to hack into your bank account and steal all your money,” I tell him.
His eyes widened at my response. “H-how’d you find me?” He stuttered. I grinned widely at his statement.
“You chose to hack the wrong person,” I say making air quotes when I said hacked.
I take out my katana and waved it in front of him. I wanted to scare him a little before killing him.
“Did mommy and daddy not teach to not steal from people,” I say pointing my katana at him. He gulped and stayed quiet.
“You didn’t actually steal any money from me but it told you that you did,” I say, my face is no blank and all emotions were whipped off my face.
“You’re gonna die today,” I say taunting him. “Oh, let me rephrase that Roger, you’re a dead man,” I tell him.
I decided to give him a quick death and shoot him. I smiled sadistically as I watched his body fall to the ground. “I’ll see you in hell, Roger,” I say.
-// 𝔂𝔁𝔂 <3 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 //
This is for my friend Timmy. Someone hacked her Instagram account and asked her to do a bunch of shit to get it back but she ended up having to make a new account.
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