~hi. im the author... so this is the sequel to "it's you", you NEED to read it before you read this. it's on my page, and it shouldn't be too difficult to find. thank you!
!!WARNING!! TRIGGER WARNING (I will put TW before any scene that applies to TW) SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SELF HARM, TORTURE, RAPE, AND MURDER MENTIONED. !!WARNING!!
Third Person POV- UNKNOWN LOCATION
She didn't know where she was. All she knew was the cold metal binding her wrists together, holding them above her head, and the excruciating pain from the Kryptonite, which felt as though it were searing her skin as if a grill would.
Her super-suit was discarded and tossed lazily a few yards away, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. Her ankles were bound together with a metal laced with Kryptonite.
The metal wasn't like any other. It was metal melted, Kryptonite melted and mixed together and put into a mold until it solidified into cuffs. The same applied to the chains binding her wrists together and above her head, the blood being drained from her arms as they were suspended above her.
She was blinded by a black cloth placed over her eyes as a blindfold. It was drenched in her own sweat, and she just wanted to see where she was- to get a scope of the place, to find hope that she would make it back home to her girlfriend, who undoubtedly was losing her mind.
"She" was Kara Danvers. Supergirl. The last daughter of Krypton. The girl of steel. The woman that Lena Luthor, her girlfriend, knew was stronger than this. She held up like steel, stronger than glue. Stronger than tape, stronger than a $2 double-sided adhesive.
Kara felt a large bucket of ice-cold water being dumped onto her head, and she grunted, shivering with the lack of heat and sudden coldness. Ice-cold, pale, lanky fingers peeled the makeshift blindfold, pulling it off of the Super's head and handing it to one of their henchmen.
Kara's eyes flickered up slowly to meet the stone-cold, ice blue ones of Lillian Luthor's. The woman sneered, "Good morning, Supergirl. Not so Super, now, are you?" Kara scoffed.
"Take me out of these restraints and I'll show you Super, Lillian." Her tone was rash and hostile, angry at the woman for hurting her girlfriend so much. Kara had always seen the look on Lena's face when she spoke about her mother; numb, content, and cold.
Lillian clicked her tongue, spinning on her heels and turning her back to the blonde-haired heroine, pondering, "When did you get such a mouth on you? Oh, was it my daughter? Quite the disappointment, she was." Kara tugged at the metal, growling in anger at the woman.
"Easy, now. I wouldn't want for you to tire before we can even get started with you," Lillian snickered as she left the room, only for one man to enter the room, pushing a cart with him. Kara wondered what could possibly be inside the cart.
The man walked up to Kara, abandoning the cart just three feet away from him as his hands cupped the Super's cheeks, admiring her beauty. Admiring the sharp jawline and the perfectly shaped nose she had, admiring the little scar above her left eyebrow that could almost easily give her away at any given moment, and admiring her blue orbs which were filled with anger.
He smirked, "Oh, sweetheart, I think we're going to get along just fine. Sit tight, beautiful- or, stand tight," he paced a few steps to the cart, opening the drawer to reveal knives. Knives of all shapes and sizes. There was even a taser in the mix of knives, not to mention a pack of condoms on the side.
-!!TW!!-
Kara's eyes widened in fear of what he had in store for her. He stalked over to her, knife in hand, and began poking lightly- teasingly, even- at her skin.
Kara grunted with impatience and anger, seething, "Whatever you're going to do to me- do it." He shrugged before, in a quick motion, making one deep penetrating slice into her skin. She cried out in pain, her head stretching back to look at the ceiling of the cold room.
And so, over and over again, he made cuts on her body, basking in the wails of screams the Super let out, letting the victory sit into his brain and boost his ego before he set the knife down, cracking his knuckles, almost as if crackling them would do him any good.
The man's fist swung back before flinging at Kara, landing on her cheek painfully as her face was pushed to the opposite side. She spat blood out before feeling another blow being delivered to her abdomen, and then another to her jaw.
-!!TW!!-
The door clicked open, and she heard Lillian Luthor's voice ring out, "I think she's had enough for a day, Mr. Lockwood. Leave us."
The man nodded, blowing a kiss to the Super and exiting the room with the cart in tow.
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THE DEO
Lena sighed in relief, rushing towards the door where she flung her arms around Kara. Hesitantly, Kara embraced her girlfriend back, pulling away after pressing a kiss to Lena's lips.
"You're alright, thank god, Kara! What on Earth were you thinking?!" Lena scolded, smacking the heroine's arm. Kara shrugged.
"I'm sorry, babe, it won't happen again. I'll be careful next time, I promise. I'm alright," the blonde replied. Lena nodded.
"You better be."
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Survivor (Supercorp) (Sequel to "It's You")
FanfictionAfter a fake 9-1-1 call nearby an abandoned warehouse draws Supergirl to save the day, she finds herself on the verge of death, and she worries that she won't make it back to her girlfriend, Lena Luthor, of whom she was about to propose to.
