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

Make It Reign

~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!

!!DISCLAIMER!! just because this story contains graphic scenes involving rape, murder, torture, self harm, and substance abuse, it doesn't mean that i condone any of it!! rape, murder, and torture is wrong in so many ways! if you are having any suicidal or harmful thoughts, my DM's are ALWAYS open. i don't bite!

!!WARNING!! TRIGGER WARNING (I will put TW before any scene that applies to TW) SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SELF HARM, TORTURE, RAPE, AND MURDER MENTIONED. !!WARNING!!

THE DEO/UNKNOWN LOCATION                                                                                                             11:47 AM       

Her knee-high red boots thudded with each step down the DEO's entrance, echoing down the hallways and to the Alien Criminal Case register department. It wasn't out of the ordinary for the tall blonde to make an appearance in the DEO, nonetheless to make trips down to registers for certain departments. Snatching files discreetly and leaving the building with copies, she returned to the safe house where the real Kara Danvers was being held, hostage. 

Slamming the files on the metal table in front of Lillian Luthor's eyes, she watched as the woman slid the files over to herself and flipped through the pages, scanning the fine print and checking that the details were correct and orderly. Lillian hummed her approval and waved Overgirl off as though she had no care or need for the villainess. 

In the other room, the room used solely for one purpose and one purpose only; to keep Kara Danvers isolated, to make her go insane. The constant silence, everlasting had begun to drive Kara mad. The only sounds she heard were the slow water drip and her own thoughts, sometimes her dry voice calling out and speaking to herself.

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If Kara hadn't gotten used to the silence by now, she would have gone insane. She really would have. She wouldn't have gotten used to that eerie drip of water droplets leaking from the ceiling, the echoing from when the droplet of water hit the ground and the splashing. Her ears strained as she searched for the slightest sound to prove the simple existence of the presence of someone or something, yet she came up empty-handed. She yearned to hear even the slightest of a new sound, maybe because it would give her hope that she would be found and rescued. To be held in the arms of the love of her life, or to even be in the arms of her sister's. She yearned for the slightest strand of hope that wasn't even there.

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Her body ached. She was beginning to lose even more weight than she usually had, considering the fact that she wasn't being fed. Her ribs poked out, bruises etched onto her body, and scars from hours- days, of torture. Her stomach ached and her head pounded, dehydrated, and starved. Starved of food, starved of energy, starved of hearing, starved of life. Her face was pale. Beneath her eyes, there were dark, discolored circles both the colors of purple and yellow. Dried blood had once been sticky on her face, but now it's dried over. Her eyes lacked the glint of hope, happiness, and love they typically had. Now, they were filled with despair and pain. 

But for now, all she could do was wait. Wait for a sign. A sign that things will get better. A sign that she will be okay. A sign that she will be rescued. A sign that she will be saved. A sign that she'll see her girlfriend once more. Even a sign that she will see her sister again. And so, she waited. Day by day, she waited and waited in excruciating pain.