Golden kryptonite

Kara woke up painfully on golden crystals that glowed strangely, creatures looking at her contentedly.

• Who are you, who am I? I don't remember, please free me.

One of the creatures approached, pointed at her and said roughly,

• Slave Kara.

The creatures left and made way for a bald man.

• So, little whore, you're ready to obey.
• I, I...

He slapped her.

• Yes, sir.
• They call me Luthor, Kara, but for you from now on, it will be master.