All they can do is worship (Patreon)

When I first became a police officer, I thought it would be about enforcing the law and maintaining order like everyone else. But as I grew—physically, mentally, and in raw power—I realized I wasn’t just an officer anymore. I became the law itself, a force so commanding that even criminals fall to their knees in awe the moment they see me.

At more than twice the size of any man in the department, my presence alone is enough to stop most people in their tracks. My uniform, custom-made to fit my towering frame and muscular build, stretches over my powerful arms and legs, leaving no question about what I’m capable of. They don’t even try to run anymore; they just look up, wide-eyed, their mouths trembling as they mutter things like “Please, I surrender” or, sometimes, “You’re incredible,” before dropping to their knees. Some even call me a goddess, bowing down right there in the street as if worshiping me will save them.

There was one guy, though, who thought he could get away. It happened last week during a car chase. I had him cornered in an alley, but instead of surrendering like most do, he gunned it, trying to squeeze his car out through a narrow escape. I sighed, more annoyed than anything, and stepped behind his vehicle. Without hesitation, I bent down, grabbed the back bumper, and lifted. The entire rear of the car came off the ground like it weighed nothing. The tires spun uselessly in the air as he floored the gas, but the car wasn’t going anywhere.

I could see his face in the rearview mirror, pure disbelief turning into sheer terror as he realized what was happening. Slowly, I tilted the car upward, the front end lifting off the ground until it was almost vertical. The engine died as the vehicle lost all traction, and the guy scrambled out, falling to his knees right in front of me.

He didn’t even try to run. He just looked up at me, trembling, and whispered, “You’re not human... you’re a goddess.” I couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re right about one thing,” I said, “You’re not going anywhere unless I decide it.”

Moments like that remind me of just how powerful I’ve become. Criminals don’t stand a chance against me, not when I can outmatch them in every way. And honestly? Watching them crumble, surrendering not just out of fear but out of sheer awe, is the best part of the job. They know I’m unstoppable, and so do I.