My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 49. Cara In Danger II

Victor arrived at a clearing, the same spot where Joana had been held captive just the night before. Only now, it was Cara who had taken her place. He tossed her to the ground like discarded prey. The damp earth met her battered body, and the chains that bound her dug deeper into her flesh, sapping her remaining energy.

When she glanced up, her vision blurred by blood and pain, the Scott brothers loomed over her, grinning like predators circling a wounded animal. Their delight was sickening.

Victor’s voice broke the silence. "I know we all want to beat her until her spirit leaves her body," he said, licking his lips, "but let’s take turns. Otherwise, none of us will enjoy it properly. I’ll go first."

Rodney scoffed, stepping forward. "But you’ve already started, Victor. Look at her face—it’s bloodied enough. My turn."

"That’s not how it works, brother," Victor snapped, his tone dripping with authority. "I’m the eldest, so I go first. Besides, she hurt me more than anyone last night—look at this!" He rolled up his sleeve to reveal deep bite marks on his arm. "She sicced her damn dog on me!"

Cara’s mind raced despite her weakened state.

’They’re arguing over who gets to hurt me first. This might be my chance...’

[What chance?] Hagrit asked cautiously.

’To sow chaos. If they’re divided, I can use that. My body’s useless, but my tongue still works.’

Rodney wasn’t backing down. "Oldest or not, this is about who she hurt most. She cracked my balls last night, Victor! Do you know what that feels like? I deserve to go first."

Before Victor could respond, Cara’s voice cut through the bickering. "Vincent should go first," she said, her tone calm despite the blood trickling down her lips. "After all, I slashed his wrist last night—nearly killed him."

"Shut up, fairy bitch!" Victor barked, his fury evident. "You don’t get a say in this!"

But Vincent hesitated, glancing at his brothers. "She’s not wrong," he muttered. "She almost killed me. I should be first."

"You’re an idiot!" Rodney retorted. "You’re fine now—you’ll heal. I might never have kids!"

Cara’s eyes flicked to Mylo, the youngest of the group, who stood uncertainly at the edge of the circle. "What about you, Mylo?" she said, her voice low, her words calculated. "I nearly ended you last night. Don’t let them push you around—you deserve your revenge."

Victor’s eyes narrowed, his rage intensifying. "Shut your damn mouth, bitch! Mylo, don’t listen to her. She’s manipulating you—she’s not even human!"

Mylo hesitated, torn between his brothers’ dominance and Cara’s words. "But she’s right, Victor," he finally said, his voice shaking. "I saw the pearly gates last night. I deserve this just as much as anyone."

Cara smirked, her lips curling despite the pain. "Rodney," she said, her voice dripping with disdain, "don’t you want to enjoy yourself before you kill me? Even if your little shrimp isn’t working right now, your fingers still do."

Rodney’s face darkened with rage. "You know what? I will taste her before we kill her!"

Victor’s fury boiled over. "Enough! I’m killing this bitch now!" He lunged at Cara, punching her savagely as she lay helpless on the ground. Blow after blow rained down until her vision darkened, her body on the verge of unconsciousness.

The other brothers rushed in, dragging Victor off her. Mylo and Vincent pinned him against a tree, shouting over one another.

Rodney took the opportunity to step toward Cara, kneeling between her legs. His hands moved toward her waistband, his intentions clear. Before he could go any further, Vincent turned, his fists clenched.

"Get off her, Rodney!" Vincent roared, landing a powerful punch to Rodney’s face. The impact sent Rodney sprawling to the ground.

Rodney groaned, clutching his jaw, but Vincent wasn’t done. He turned his attention back to Cara, raising his fist to strike her.

Before he could land the blow, Mylo intervened, tackling Vincent to the ground. The two youngest brothers began grappling violently, their anger exploding in a brutal, chaotic fight.

Cara watched with a grim sense of satisfaction as the Scott brothers turned on each other, fists flying and tempers flaring. A flicker of amusement crossed her battered face—at least she had sown some chaos among them.

"Stop!" Victor barked, his voice cutting through the noise. His eyes burned with fury as he pointed at Cara. "Can’t you all see she’s playing us? Stop fighting each other and just hit her all at once!"

The brothers froze, exchanging wary glances before their attention snapped back to Cara, now the focus of their collective wrath.

Victor struck first, landing a brutal blow to Cara’s cheek that snapped her head to the side. Before she could recover, Vincent kicked her in the stomach, forcing her to cough up blood. Rodney and Mylo joined in, raining down punches and kicks, their anger fueling their violence.

Cara crumpled under the assault, her face a swollen, unrecognizable mask of blood and bruises. She struggled to breathe, shallow gasps mixed with the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.

’This is really it,’ she thought, her mind reaching out to Hagrit. ’My cunning couldn’t save me. Hagrit, thank the goddess for me. Tell her I enjoyed this life, brief as it was.’

Hagrit’s silence was deafening, the poor thing was unable to find the words to comfort her.

"Hey, you three, go and grab the shovels!" Victor ordered, his voice cold and detached. "She’ll be dead any minute now."

As Cara lay there, her vision dimming, the sound of distant screams pierced the air. They were followed by something faster than her senses could fully register—blurred movements and the terrified yells of the Scott brothers.

Then came a sickening thud. Mylo’s severed head landed in front of Victor, blood pooling at his feet. Victor recoiled in horror, his face pale as he stammered, "Who are you? Show yourself, monster!"

The chaos resumed, the swift movements tearing through the night like a storm. Despite the haze of pain clouding her mind, Cara caught a faint trace of familiarity in the air. Could it be Joana? Cara wondered.

It doesn’t matter, Cara thought bitterly. It’s too late. I’m going to die anyway.

Victor, panic etched into his features, grabbed a shotgun and swung it wildly, hoping to catch a glimpse of who is doing this. "Come out!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "I’ll kill you, monster!"

Before he could fire, two more thuds echoed in the darkness. Vincent’s and Rodney’s severed heads were hurled toward Victor, rolling to a stop at his feet.

Victor dropped the shotgun, his legs trembling beneath him. Tears mixed with his cries as he collapsed to his knees. "No! No!" he wailed. "Come out and face me, you monster!"