My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 52. Officer Voight

The officer stepped out of his patrol car, his boots crunching against the asphalt as he approached. Just as he neared the driver’s side window, loud thuds erupted from the trunk—Lisa, kicking and shouting, her muffled cries growing louder.

Joana and Cara froze, their wide eyes locking in mutual panic.

"What now?" Cara whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Stay chill, Cara," Joana said, though the faint flicker of unease in her eyes betrayed her usual confidence.

"How can you tell me to stay chill? He’s going to hear her! We’re going to jail for kidnapping that bitch in the trunk," Cara hissed, her voice trembling.

Joana glanced at her with a wry smile. "You’re so adorable right now. I swear, I want to take a picture of you, frame it, and hang it on my wall."

"Joana, this isn’t the time for jokes! Be serious!" Cara snapped.

"I am serious," Joana said, her calm demeanor almost infuriating. "Relax. That wretched bitch can scream all she wants, but no one’s saving her."

Before Cara could respond, the officer, a middle-aged man whose protruding belly gave him a waddling gait, appeared at Joana’s window. His badge read "Voight." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Evening, ladies," he said, his tone gruff. "You’ve been driving like a bat out of hell. Ran a red light, too. What if you’d hit someone?"

"I’m sorry, Officer Voight. I didn’t realize I was speeding," Joana said, flashing a contrite smile as she read his name tag.

"I might’ve let the speeding slide," he continued, folding his arms, "but that red light stunt? You could’ve killed someone. License and registration, ma’am. And step out of the car. I need you to open the trunk."

Joana arched her brow. "The trunk? Why?"

Voight narrowed his eyes. "I heard noises coming from it. I hope you’re not one of those people who put their pets back there. I can’t stand animal cruelty."

Cara discreetly read his mind. His concern for pets was genuine, but more than that, he was curious. He wanted a quick look, then to head home to his family.

"Officer, I don’t have any pets," Joana said smoothly. "You must’ve misheard."

But Lisa’s kicks intensified, and her muffled voice screamed, "Help me! Someone help!" The noise was impossible to ignore.

Voight stiffened, his hand moving to his holster. "Out of the car. Now. Hands behind your back," he barked, drawing his gun.

Joana stayed perfectly composed, even as Cara’s breathing quickened. Joana glanced at her, amused by her panic, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

Lisa’s screams grew louder. Voight, now aiming his gun at Joana, shouted toward the trunk, "Stay calm! I’m going to rescue you out of there!"

Joana laughed, stepping out of the car. Her laughter was cold, unnerving. "What’s so funny, ma’am?" Voight asked, his confusion evident.

"It’s funny that you’re making promises you can’t keep," Joana said, her voice dripping with mockery.

Before Voight could react, Joana moved with inhuman speed. She snatched the gun from his hands and tossed it into the distance like it weighed nothing.

Oh my God, she’s going to kill him, Cara thought, her stomach twisting in fear.

But Joana didn’t attack. Instead, she placed a hand on Voight’s shoulder, locking eyes with him. Her voice softened into a hypnotic tone. "You’ll forget everything you saw and heard tonight. Drive back to where you were six minutes ago and resume your patrol."

Voight’s eyes glazed over. Without a word, he turned, walked back to his patrol car, and drove away as though nothing had happened.

Joana slid back into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and glanced at Cara, who sat frozen in disbelief. "See? I told you nothing would happen."

Without waiting for a response, Joana pulled back onto the road and drove off, her smirk firmly in place.

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A few minutes later, Joana and Cara arrived at what could only be described as a castle. The tall, majestic structure seemed almost out of place in the modern world, yet it exuded a timeless elegance. Regal and beautiful, it stood as a testament to a bygone era.

Cara stepped out of the car, her eyes widening as she took in the grandeur before her. "So... this is your house?" she asked, still marveling at its magnificence.

Joana, stepping out from the driver’s side, replied with a sly smile, "Yes, it is my humble abode."

Cara turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Humble? Nothing about this is humble. Not even close."

Joana smirked and moved to the trunk, opening it to reveal Lisa, who immediately began to scream and struggle. With an unbothered air, Joana grabbed Lisa’s arm and dragged her out. "Scream all you like," Joana said coldly. "No one can hear you out here."

Cara walked closer, her gaze fixed on Lisa’s terrified face. "You’re about to wish you were dead," she said, her voice low and sharp.

Joana didn’t wait for a response, dragging Lisa into the house. As they entered, Cara couldn’t help but gape at the luxurious interior. The decor was breathtaking: ornate chandeliers, exquisite art pieces, and rich furnishings that spoke of classical elegance. It was a home fit for royalty.

Joana led the way through the grand hall, pulling Lisa along toward a library. The room itself was stunning, with shelves of leather-bound books stretching from floor to ceiling. Without hesitation, Joana reached for a specific book, and a section of the shelves slid open, revealing a hidden dungeon.

Inside the dimly lit space, Victor sat unconscious, tied securely to a steel chair. Joana shoved Lisa onto another steel chair facing him and swiftly tied her up with rope. Lisa’s protests were met with cold indifference.

Once Lisa was secured, Joana touched the book again, and the hidden entrance closed, leaving the library looking as it had before.

Cara folded her arms, watching. "Why aren’t we torturing them right now?" she asked impatiently.

Joana tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Torture isn’t something you jump into, cupcake. Especially if you want useful answers." She pressed a button on the wall, and another section opened, this time revealing an in-house bar. Shelves lined with bottles of liquor, each older than thirty years, gleamed under soft, golden lighting.

Cara’s eyebrows lifted as she looked around, clearly impressed. "There is truly nothing humble about this ’abode,’" she muttered.

Joana chuckled, pouring herself a drink. "Be honest—do you like it?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Cara hesitated, glancing at Joana and then back at the extravagant interior. "It’s beautiful, I’ll give you that much."

Joana stepped closer, her voice dropping. "Cupcake, I didn’t ask if you think it’s beautiful. I asked if you *like* it."

The air shifted between them, and Cara felt a subtle pull toward Joana. Sensing this wasn’t about the castle anymore, she looked away, trying to collect herself.

Joana gently placed a hand under Cara’s chin, tilting her face back toward her. "Look at me," she said softly. "I won’t bite. Just tell me—do you like me?"

Trapped in Joana’s piercing gaze, Cara finally gave in. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do find myself drawn to you."

Joana’s lips curved into a slow smile. "I feel the same way," she said, her voice thick with intent. "I feel drawn to you... and I want to act on it. What do you say?"