Survivor (Supercorp) (Sequel to "It's You")

A Mole In The Business

~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

Kara's wrists stung from the cool metal, her wrists throbbing and discolored. They were a shade of blood-filled purple. The heroine felt disgusting. She felt violated, not just because she hadn't showered in days and was covered in her own sticky, dried blood. She felt violated because she was with someone in a sexual way. No, not in a romantic way. It was forced. It was rape. He had his penis in her against her will, tears streaming down her face in a steady flow similar to a waterfall. 

Her arms were tired from hanging above her head. She was surprised to see that there were bruises on her wrists, considering that when your arms are above your head, the blood flows down. She felt worn out, though she hadn't moved an inch. She saw bruises all over her body, covering her inch-to-inch as though she were an artist's canvas, brutally painted with bruises and scars.

Her limbs stung, her head pounded, and her throat burned from the amount of screaming she had done while Ben had dug knives into her flesh on the daily. He had even struck her with a metal bat and wrench on several occasions. She didn't have any idea where she was or who she was at this point, but the only thing she had ever worried about was making it out of there and back to Lena, safely. 

The door slammed open and in walked Lillian Luthor, with the sharp, echoing thud of her heels clashing with the ground, holding a syringe in the palm of her hand and a vial of clear liquid in the other. 

Kara's eyes widened as they landed on the implements. Thoughts began racing through her mind at impeccable speed, her heart rate increasing as Lillian walked closer to her limp figure. 

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CATCO

Nia Nal walked through the halls of Catco, carrying three coffees- one tucked under her left arm, one in her left hand, and one in her right hand. Her bag was hanging off her right shoulder as she made her way to her desk, hoping to bump into Kara on the way there.

Her vision blurred as she reached her desk, and she set the coffee cups down before her legs gave out on her, dizziness taking over. She felt sturdy hands catching her, saving her from her descent. Looking up, the young reporter's eyes met the eyes of which belonged to Kara Danvers.

"Kara. Hey, thank you," Nia breathed, thanking the woman in front of her. Kara smiled at her, nodding as she retracted her hands from the brunette.

"No problem. Listen, the gala tonight; are you coming?" the blonde asked Nia. Nia sighed, contemplating her answer groggily. She yawned, and Kara chuckled, "Sorry, am I boring you?" Nia shook her head quickly. 

"No! No of course not, you're not boring me. I just- I didn't get much sleep last night. I think I'll be there tonight, I hope I can make it. I- uh... yeah. Anyway, I need to get back to work. You should, too. Wouldn't want Cat Grant to fire you before she resigns." Nia's hand clamped over her mouth as she realized what information she had just given out to the reporter who supposedly was close with Cat Grant.