An ounce of power

Supergirl stood there, shivering slightly as the guard examined her boots, highly aware of the chill of the floor on her now naked feet. It just served as a reminder that all she had below her waist now was her skirt, and one that felt suddenly far too short.

Maybe she had suffered enough, but you were a demon and she, a very ripe target.

The guard suddenly let out a gasp as he tipped up the left boot, a small plastic bag of pills falling to the floor. "What the hell is this?" He growled.

Supergirl stared in shock. She'd been watching him search the boots, surely she would have noticed him plant something in there, but whatever those pills were, they weren't hers.

The guard dropped the boot on the table, turning to glare at her. "You're going to have to come with me, Miss."

"I swear, they're not mine!" Supergirl pleaded, feeling tears begining to well in her eyes. "I don't know what they are!"

The guard took another step forward and Supergirl's fight or flight instincts began to kick in. Was she being framed? Would she be able to talk her way out of this if she went quietly? The entire day seemed to have taken a serious nose dive.