In another cell

When her eyes slowly fluttered open, she groaned as she tried to lift her arms. Unable to do so, she settled from a flop onto her side onto what seemed like the floor of the basement she last found herself in. Slowly regaining her senses, she blinks several more times to finally be able to see the concrete wall in front of her. Turning to scan the room, she found that she was in a cell much like Wonder Woman's, but this time, she was nowhere to be found. It was the first thing that came to mind, and Kara immediately attempted to use her X-Ray vision to look for her. To her surprise, she could not see through anything anymore. Tried as she might, she could not even see past the wall next to her. Turning once more, she could see the door to her cell was closed, likely locked. In her weakened state, there would be no way in hell that she would able to bust out, as there were not even any windows in here. Just an old bed, potty and sink. The situation she found herself in was as dire as it would come. Completely powerless and unable to even lift a finger. Wave after wave of emotion crashed through her mind. She felt trapped, uncertain, and horribly humiliated for being unable to do what she did best. She could not even think properly with the thrumming still going on. All in all, it pissed her off more than ever. Being cool and collected was not her strong suit. She checked herself nonetheless. Nothing seemed to have happened to her. Her clothes were still intact and her dignity still protected. It was a precarious deal to be in, and she immediately tried her best with what she could think to try to find a way out.

Just as she was about to find her first train of thought, she could hear footsteps from her natural hearing. She could hear voices of several men nearby, likely nearby the door she kicked in. Then the footsteps continued without any sense of urgency, despite the fact that their little prison had been broken into. She strained her eyes to look past the iron bars of her cell, vision still blurry. She could make out the men wondering around, all seemingly human and dressed casually in the local New York feel. They must be thugs who caught Diana and did what she thought they did to her. Her anger flared, but she had no strength to vent. A young man's face appeared as the man came closer to where she was. He did not recognize the man or his affiliation. A seemingly random unknown. When he saw her, she could hear him yell to the others.

"Yo, guys! Look what we have here! Its Power Girl!"

"Whoa, shit! No fooling?"

"Hell yeah, it is!" The man turned back around to ogle her with a sinister grin, "Fancy seeing you here, Power Girl. I've seen you in the news and you look fine, girl."

"Go... to-" Kara could only barely make out any words, unable to finish her last word.

"Yeah, just like the Wonder Slut when we saw her the first time. Its a good thing we came back. Think we'll make this our second home after all," He chuckled. Kara's heart raced when the unknown man opened the cell door. To her dread, it was not locked, "Lets take a closer look at you, eh?"

The man came in close to stand before her, eyes wondering to every inch of her body. Normally, she used the looks as a weapon of distraction, but this time, even if her boobs caught his eye, there was nothing she could do. She was so weak that she could only roll away to press against the wall next to her, unable to even prop herself up. The man followed her with another evil laugh. He reached down to her to roughly roll her over onto her back.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetie?" He laughed again, "There's no getting out of here. You can't use your powers. Not while you're listening in to the Obelisk over there." He jabbed a free thumb toward the exit of the cell, "It told us we can come by any time to have some fun with the ladies here, and truth be told, did we have lots of fun."

Kara's thoughts went over to Diana in some other cell closeby. She dreaded what happened to Wonder Woman was about to happen to her, and her normally confident and brash self was draining away the longer this creep stared at her, "Fuck..." She struggled to speak again, straining really hard to even pronounce it in exasperation. She wanted so hard to punch him in the face!

"What was that? 'Fuck'? Oh, don't worry, Power Girl. There's plenty of that to come for you and your brunette friend in the next cell."