Chapter 1 - Kryptonite Pollution: Supergirl to Alien Whore

Somewhere in the 21st century, when human scientists accidentally discovered kryptonite as an efficient, low-cost new energy source, the global industrial revolution entered a new era. High-rise buildings in cities, cars, airplanes, and even small household appliances in people's homes all rely on this kryptonite, which is known as the "gold of the future."
 
The city's sky is glowing from the kryptonite boom, and the starlight has been eclipsed by the artificial glow. However, with the mass production and use of kryptonite, people did not realize that the Earth's air and water were contaminated with kryptonite. Although humans do not appear to be directly harmed, this pollution poses a great threat to one particular life.
 
Kara Zo-El, the supergirl who once possessed superhuman abilities, was weakened by the kryptonite-filled environment. Every time she walks in the street, her breathing becomes difficult. Her skin was covered with ghastly green streaks, a kryptonite reaction to her body. Every breath of polluted air and water made her weaker.
 
Once, she was a hero in people's eyes, but now, she has become the lowest existence, having to sell her body to maintain the most basic survival. Her mind became so dull that she was unable to do even basic self-preservation.
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Kara has always been accustomed to patrolling the sky to protect this planet that she has considered her second homeland. She glided through the clouds and enjoyed the freedom of flight. But as she passed through an emerging industrial area, she suddenly felt an unprecedented discomfort.
 
A huge complex of buildings stands in her sight, making it the world's first kryptonite energy project. Its chimney emitted thick green smoke, which spread and was filled with a strange odor. Kara's body felt a strong stimulus, and a cold stream spread directly from the heart to every cell. Her lungs seemed to be ignited, and every breath made her feel intense pain. The pain was something she had never experienced before, as if thousands of needles were piercing her.
 
The inner panic and pain made it almost impossible for her to maintain flight stability. Her thoughts began to become chaotic, filled with pain and fear. Every nerve is reporting to her, telling her that this place is filled with deadly danger.
 
Kara exerted all her strength, using her remaining consciousness to drive herself in the opposite direction of the factory. Her vision began to blur, and her body seemed to no longer obey her commands, but she struggled to maintain her last bit of clarity and forcefully flew away from the place.
 
When she finally left the area shrouded in green mist, the pain in her body seemed to ease slightly. But she felt her body getting heavier and heavier, every inch of her skin seemed to be dragged by countless iron locks, and every part of her body became incredibly heavy. Her head was dizzy and her vision began to blur, leaving only chaotic fragments and a piercing sensation in her mind.
 
She tried hard to maintain balance and fly, but in the end, Kara still couldn't break free from that weak feeling. She felt like she was being held by a pair of huge palms and slowly pushed towards the ground.
 
The ground quickly magnified before her eyes. She can see the roads, buildings, and frightened crowds, but she has no strength to do anything. Her body was getting closer and closer to the ground, and the fear of imminent impact filled her soul.
 
Then, with a dull sound, Kara fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Under normal circumstances, this kind of fall is unlikely to harm supergirl, but this time it's different. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and then a few mouthfuls of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
 
The surrounding crowd was stunned when they saw this scene. They had never seen Kara so fragile before. Kara lay on the ground, her crispy chest heaving rapidly and breathing rapidly. She tried to get up, but her strength had already been exhausted.
She tried to concentrate and control herself not to faint.
 
After a moment of relaxation, her hands trembled slightly as she supported herself on the ground, slowly and laboriously lifting her body. Kara's eyes were full of stubbornness, even though she appeared so fragile at this moment. The crowd around kept quiet, nervously watching her, waiting for her next move.
 
Kara struggled to straighten up, even though her whole body shook violently when standing, she still waved her palm and made a "I'm okay" gesture to the onlookers, trying to comfort them. Then, she slowly raised her hand and gently touched the blood at the corner of her mouth. Seeing the bright red bloodstain, a hint of confusion and fear flashed in her eyes.
 
Although still weak, Kara decided to leave here as soon as possible, not wanting to cause more trouble to people. She took a deep breath and then struggled to hold back her discomfort, striving to jump up and fly into the sky. The takeoff process was not stable, and she flew unsteadily, as if she was about to fall again at any moment.
 
Against the backdrop of her slowly flying away, people still stood in place, watching her go, their hearts filled with worry and confusion.
Kara's heavy figure floated like a feather in front of the window at home. She worked hard to stabilize her shaky body, gently pushed open the window, and then walked into her own home. The room appeared unusually quiet, with only her faint breathing echoing.
 
Slowly moving to the living room, her hands trembled slightly as she took off the tight uniform that marked the image of a superhero. Her crispy chest undulated slowly with her breath, and multiple bruises on her snow-white skin were very noticeable.
 
Kara lay naked on the sofa, trying to find something to distract her attention. With a gentle press of the remote control, the screen and sound of the TV gradually appeared. She didn't really watch TV, she just needed its sound as the background to make the room less quiet.
 
On TV, news anchors are reporting excitedly: "Today, the world's first kryptonite energy project is officially put into use, marking a new chapter in human energy history..." The news provides a detailed introduction to the energy value of kryptonite and the benefits it brings to humanity.
 
The confusion in Kara's eyes was slowly replaced by a more complex emotion, and she realized that what had just happened was related to this Kryptonite energy project. The chimney emitting green smoke displayed on TV was the place that made her feel extremely weak, and now it has become the focus of the world.
 
She took a deep breath, with various possibilities floating in her mind and a hint of worry gradually rising in her heart.
 
Kara lay on the sofa, with a slightly raised corner of her mouth revealing a hint of bitterness. She looked at the TV being played, her thoughts surging like waves, unable to calm down. She gently stroked her wrist, where there were faint green stripes, as if it were a mark given to her by kryptonite.
 
"So is that the reason?" she said softly, her voice filled with helplessness.
 
She tightly grasped the remote control and suddenly had the urge to smash the TV, but in the end, she gave up the idea. Kara sighed lightly and looked out at the starry sky, whispering to herself, "How could I possibly stop human progress? As a superhero, I should protect them, not be enemies with them."
 
The mixed feeling of anger and helplessness surged into Kara's heart like a tide, and her eyes felt a bit moist. She stood up and decided to relax, so she walked into the bathroom.
 
As the water gently washed over her body, Kara tried to wash away all those messy emotions. Every drop of water seemed to carry her troubles and flow into the sewer.
 
After taking a shower, Kara felt a hint of fatigue. She wrapped herself in a warm bath towel and lay back on her own bed. Although she knows there are still many difficulties ahead for her, at this moment, she just wants to rest well. Gradually, her breathing became even and she slowly fell asleep.
 
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As time passed, the number of Kryptonite factories spread like wildfires. The sky is shrouded in a faint green mist, and rivers and lakes are also affected by this greenish pollution. However, for most humans, this is just a small change because apart from that, they have not felt any adverse effects brought by kryptonite. In their eyes, kryptonite represents an unprecedented new energy source and a symbol of technological progress.
 
But for Kara, this change is fatal. Every time she fights a criminal, she can clearly feel that her abilities are gradually declining. In the past, she could easily intercept bullets fired at lightning speed, but now, that metal bullet can tear through her skin and leave bloodstains.
 
In a duel, when a bullet tore through her uniform, leaving a bloody wound, the people around looked at this seemingly unbeaten superheroine in terror, her fragility making them unable to believe their own eyes.
 
Every night, Kara would sit quietly by the window, gazing at the sky polluted by kryptonite, feeling helpless in her heart. She knew that all of this was influenced by kryptonite, but she also understood that she could not change this fact.
 
As time passed, Kara's confrontation with the criminal became increasingly intense, and her injuries also grew. This change not only made Kara feel anxious, but also detected by the criminals. They began to boldly challenge her, and even some criminals, knowing that she was a superhero, still fearlessly confronted her.
 
Kara knows that all of this is influenced by kryptonite. She is well aware that as long as kryptonite continues to pollute this land, her body will continue to be eroded.
 
However, she cannot change anything, she cannot prevent humans from continuing to use kryptonite.
 
She wanted to leave this planet and find a place free from kryptonite pollution, but she didn't want to leave. She had already made Earth her home and couldn't give up on the people here. Even though her body became increasingly weak and every battle cost her a heavy price, she still decided to stay and continue to protect every life on this land.
 
But Kryptonite not only affects supergirl, but also Kara's daily life.
 
The office of Planet Daily is always busy, with our fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, recording everything that happened in this city. Kara was once an outstanding assistant, loved by the editor in chief for her unparalleled efficiency and meticulous work attitude.
 
However, with the erosion of kryptonite on her body and mind, the once vibrant Kara seems to no longer exist. She began to experience memory confusion, and often needed to stop thinking in order to understand tasks that could have been easily mastered before. The files are often archived in the wrong location by her, and phone messages are constantly overlooked.
 
The editor in chief noticed these abnormalities and began to be dissatisfied with Kara's mistake. Whenever the editor in chief comments on work at editorial meetings, Kara becomes the focus of criticism.
 
On a tense afternoon, the editor in chief asked Kara to bring him a cup of hot coffee. Kara held the cup of hot coffee and walked cautiously. However, just as she was about to place the coffee on the editor's table, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her body, a pain she had never experienced before caught her off guard. The coffee poured out of the cup and splashed directly onto the editor's white shirt.
 
The entire editorial department's gaze was focused on this scene, and there was a dead silence.
 
The editor in chief stared at the growing coffee stain, took a deep breath, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes: "Kara, what's wrong with you? How can I trust you to be my assistant like this?"
 
Kara lowered her head, with a hint of tears flashing in her eyes. She tried hard to defend herself, but she knew that no words could make up for the mistake she had made.
 
The editor in chief said coldly, "I know your previous contributions, but I can't tolerate your current state. I'm sorry, you've been fired."
 
Kara took a deep breath, trying to suppress her emotions and doing everything she could to prevent herself from collapsing in front of everyone. She packed her personal belongings and left the place that was once considered her second home.
 
Night has fallen, and the brightly lit streets and vehicles create a busy urban scene. Kara walked alone on the street, tears in her eyes blurring her vision. She dragged her heavy steps, trying to resist the weakness and pain from deep within her body. Every step she takes seems to be struggling with gravity, as if carrying a mountain on her back.
 
Finally, Kara pushed open the door of her home, and the familiar and quiet living environment gave her a little comfort. However, when her gaze fell on her hands, a deep despair surged from the bottom of her heart. Her hands were already covered in green stripes, which continued to expand like spreading toxins, indicating that she was losing her strength.
 
With no more strength to support her, her trembling body collapsed on the cold floor. She wanted to shout and vent the raging pain, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only let out a faint sob.
 
Tears, like broken beads, slipped from the corners of her eyes and wet her cheeks. Her thoughts were myriad, and the happy moments of the past, the battles against criminals, and the endless sense of responsibility all gathered in her heart at this moment, forming a huge oppression.
 
Day by day, after losing her job a month later, Kara moved out of her comfortable apartment and lived in a rundown single apartment. The sunlight shines on the windows of the dilapidated single apartment, and the thin curtains are difficult to block the outside light, causing the light spots to scatter in the small room. The air here has an indescribable stale smell, mixed with a slightly greenish kryptonite scent.
 
Kara sat on the dilapidated bed, her eyes somewhat bewildered. She used to be accustomed to overlooking the entire city and enjoying the feeling of free flight between clouds, but now she can hardly feel any energy from within. Whenever she tries to fly, the heavy feeling and physical pain make her stop.
 
The reality is cruel, and Kara, who has lost her superpowers, can only rely on her meager physical strength to do some physical labor on construction sites to make a living. Her body was tanned to a bronze color, and her hands were covered in calluses and scars. Her colleagues around her had no idea that this frail looking woman was once the admired superhero.
 
At night, when most people finished their tiring day and went home to rest, Kara put on a supergirl uniform again and appeared on the streets and alleys. She is still persistent in protecting this city, even though her abilities are not as strong as before. But every battle is like a self destructive one. Criminals gradually discovered the abnormality of the superheroine and began to launch targeted attacks on her.
 
Kara had more and more scars on her body, but she never mentioned her pain and helplessness to anyone. Whenever the battle ended, she would wearily return to the dilapidated single apartment, rinse her wounds with cold water, and then curl up in bed, immersed in memories of the good times of the past.
 
On the way to work from the construction site one day, the alley in the night seemed unusually quiet, with only bursts of hurried footsteps and the girl's cries for help breaking this tranquility. Kara tightened her coat and quickened her pace.
 
"Help me!" The voice of the female student was mixed with tears.
 
At the corner, Kara's gaze locked on several criminals, who rudely dragged the female students while loudly mocking them. Kara took a deep breath, tore off her coat, revealing the damaged supergirl uniform.
 
"Let go of her!" Kara's voice was full of determination and intimidation.
 
One of the criminals turned around and saw her with an arrogant expression: "Hmph, supergirl, how dare you show up?"
 
Kara didn't say much, but made a sudden sprint and used all her strength to charge towards the criminal, knocking him away. At this moment, she shouted loudly to the female student, "Run!"
 
The female student dared not stay any longer and immediately fled the scene. And the remaining criminals began to gather and besiege Kara. She waved her fists, trying to protect herself as much as possible, but now she is no longer an invincible superheroine. In a short period of time, she was surrounded by groups.
 
Kara quickly glanced around and determined her position. Suddenly, she rushed towards the thug on the left and punched him in the abdomen with all her strength, flying him away. Then, she turned around and kicked at another criminal who was trying to attack her from behind, but he deftly dodged.
 
"You were much faster before!" he sneered, his blade flashing with a cold light.
 
Two criminals rushed towards her at the same time, attempting to clamp down. Kara bit her lower lip tightly, desperately avoiding and counterattacking. Every fight made her feel physical pain and weakness. Although she is still stronger than ordinary people, it is already difficult to fight against a few people in this state.
 
Just as Kara was deadlocked with one of the criminals, the criminal with a small knife took the opportunity to rush forward and fiercely thrust into her thigh. The pain instantly swept over Kara, causing her legs to soften and she knelt down on the ground.
 
The criminals chuckled excitedly as they saw their target escape and looked at the struggling supergirl on the ground. They didn't kill Kara, but instead tied her up and threw her into a dark carriage. The wheels spun rapidly and disappeared into the darkness.
 
Kara lay on the hard metal in the trunk, her hair scattered around her face. Every time the wheels run over the potholes, her wounds burn like flames, and a sharp pain spreads from her abdomen to her entire body. The rope was tightly tied between her hands and legs, making it impossible for her to break free in such a weak situation.
 
Vaguely, she could hear the conversation in front of the carriage.
 
"Is she still alive?" a hoarse voice asked.
 
"I should still be alive, but it won't last long, especially in this situation," another man responded coldly.
 
The bumps of the car gradually stabilized, clearly driving away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The car door was suddenly opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, accompanied by the strong and nauseating smell of kryptonite. Kalaton felt a strong dizziness, and a green mist appeared before her eyes. Her breathing was rapid, and every breath felt like flames burning through her lungs.
 
The car is parked at a landfill of a kryptonite factory. Dust rotates in the air, reflecting abandoned steel and scattered machine fragments. This garbage dump is filled with a strange green light, which is the color of kryptonite. The air is filled with a unique sour taste, mixed with the smell of other unknown substances.
 
Two thugs rudely dragged Kara out of the trunk, her body losing almost all its strength and completely unable to resist.
 
"Look, this is what supergirl looks like now," a thug sneered, looking down at Kara, his face full of arrogance and pride.
 
"It's really sad that the former hero has now become our plaything," added another thug.
 
Kara's eyelids were heavy, and her consciousness began to blur, but she tried hard to stay awake. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but her voice could hardly be heard.
 
"Hey, what do you want to say?" The first thug sneered and bent down, putting his ear close to Kara's mouth.
 
Kara took a deep breath and said in a faint voice, "You... will pay the price..."
 
The criminals laughed heartily, completely ignoring Kara's warning.
 
Kara felt like she was being carried through this terrifying kryptonite waste dump by several thugs. The air was filled with dust, making her throat hot and every breath felt like she was inhaling a sharp blade.
 
"Haha, take a look at this so-called heroine. We can't struggle no matter how hard we hold her in our hands now," a thug laughed wickedly, pushing Kara's shoulders and spine.
 
Kara wanted to refute, but her throat was already burning with pain, and she could only make a faint cough. Her gaze became blurred under the heavy pressure of kryptonite dust, which made her anxious.
 
"Don't worry, we can play with her slowly," the leader of the criminal ordered.
 
Kara was pushed onto a relatively flat ground, filled with the smell of kryptonite. Kara felt even more difficult to breathe and dizzy.
 
"Come, let's see how powerful this heroine is." The gang leader took out a small knife and lightly scratched Kara's uniform, which was cut open and left a bloodstain.
 
Kara gritted her teeth and endured, never showing weakness in front of these villains.
 
"Shit, you still look cold. It seems we need to use special means to make you submit!" said the gang leader angrily.
 
Kara was rudely pressed to the ground by several thugs, with gusts of cold wind blowing through the nearby garbage dump. Her uniform was gradually peeled off, revealing the green stripes on her skin. These stripes are like some kind of tattoo, but the colors appear even more eerie.
 
Kara felt like she had been stripped of the superhero costume symbolizing justice by these beastly criminals and exposed to the air. Her skin came into contact with the dust and sludge filled with residue of kryptonite, which made her feel extremely humiliated and painful.
 
Several criminals surrounded her, staring at her body with greedy eyes and constantly uttering vulgar language. The gang leader even reached out their toes and stepped on her lower abdomen, causing Kara to twist her body in pain but unable to stop these atrocities.
 
"Look at the figure of this bitch, it's really fucking perfect." A gangster said, "especially these two groups of milk, it must feel good." He grabbed Carla's breast with his rough big hand and kneaded it. Kara angrily wanted to kick his leg away, but was held down by another thug's ankle.
 
"Hey, look, she has many strange green stripes on her body." The culprit led by Kara discovered the changes caused by the green kryptonite radiation inside her body.
 
"Maybe it's a reaction under the influence of kryptonite, but it looks pretty good, like snake skin."
 
"What's so nice about this? It's just kryptonite, it's not a problem for us to play!" urged a worried criminal.
 
At this moment, the gang leader suddenly took a step back and said, "Wait a minute, I think we should play slowly and not be in a hurry. We can keep torturing her and make her feel like death."
 
Kara's face was pale, and sweat slid down her forehead. Her body felt intense pain with every movement, as if it had been cut by countless knives, and every breath felt as if her chest was being compressed by a heavy object.
 
The criminals seem not satisfied with just humiliating her. They kicked Kara with their feet, and she tried to stand up a few times, but her body had lost all its strength. The powerful influence of kryptonite prevented Kara from even performing the most basic self-defense response.
 
The criminals played for a long time, and Kara was tormented and bruised by these beastly criminals. Her will also began to waver, and she began to pray that these criminals could spare her.
 
"Please... let me leave here..." Kara pleaded, her voice hoarse due to prolonged abuse.
 
"Wow, how did our heroine turn out like this? Are she no longer strong?" The gang leader chuckled harshly. "We just started playing, dear Superman."
 
After speaking, he picked up Kara's body and forcefully pressed it against the rear bumper of a scrapped car. Kara's upper body was forced to stick to the cold metal surface, and her legs were suspended at the mercy of the criminals.
 
"Come on, let's continue with the game just now," said the leader as he vigorously kneaded Kara's chest. Kara looked up in pain, but due to the disparity in strength, she was unable to resist.
 
"Truly elastic, this pair of milk is really top-notch," the culprit led by them said as they intensified their kneading of Kara's breasts, maliciously twisting her nipples with their fingers. Kara's pain was unbearable, but she could only let out subtle moans.
 
Several other criminals also joined the game, their hands swimming like snakes throughout Kara's body, kneading her thighs, buttocks, and private parts. Kara felt ashamed and could only sway up and down with their movements.
 
In the corner of Kara's eye, he noticed that a nearby criminal picked up an abandoned mineral water bottle. Her heart quickened as she saw him filling the green sewage on the ground with kryptonite pollution. This green color means absolute pain to her.
 
The man walked up to her with a cunning smile, his gaze filled with cruelty and playfulness. Kara, although exhausted to the extreme, knew that the power of the sewage was simply fatal to her.
 
She began to beg him, her voice filled with pleading and despair. "No, don't come over," Kara pleaded, "I beg you, don't treat me like this..."
 
But the man's smile only became increasingly cold and mocking. He forcefully pinched Kara's chin, preventing her from closing her mouth, and then fiercely aimed the mineral water bottle at her mouth, pouring the green sewage into it. Kara tried desperately to resist, but her strength was running out.
 
After pouring water, the thug quickly covered her mouth and pressed hard to ensure that she swallowed all the terrible sewage. Kara's eyes were filled with pain and fear. She felt as if her chest had been burned, and a severe pain spread from her chest to her whole body.
 
Kara coughed violently, feeling the dirty water corroding her throat like poison. Her body began to spasm uncontrollably, and the green stripes flickered brighter on her body.
 
"Look, what our heroine looks like now!" the gang leader laughed and said, "We fed her some dirty water, and she almost fainted. She's too fragile."
 
Soon, the green stripes on her body began to emit a faint green light. Her body trembled and twitched as if she had a convulsion, her breathing became rapid, her eyes became more relaxed, as if she was enduring immense pain.
 
After a while, Kara's spasms gradually subsided. She opened her eyes and lifted her head with difficulty, with a firm will in her eyes: "I won't lose to you... I will fight to the end..."
 
"Okay, great!" The gang leader applauded and praised, "I like you who never give up until the last moment. However, you will completely collapse in our hands, I promise."
 
Kara's limbs were tightly controlled by the criminals. The gang leader grabbed a handful of clay contaminated with kryptonite and wiped Kara's body with their hands. Kara felt a burning pain in her skin, and her once strong body was now weak and powerless.
 
"Ah!!! You bastard! Stop it!" Kara roared, struggling to break free from confinement, but soon became panting due to excessive weakness.
 
"Look, our heroine doesn't even have the basic resistance," the gangster led by him said proudly. He rubbed Kara's cheeks and neck with his muddy palm, and Kara felt nauseous and humiliated, so she could only turn her head away.
 
"Very well, keep your pride. We will make you pay the price." The culprit led by them sneered, and the force in their hands increased, causing Kara to feel pain and embarrassment.
 
Another thug grabbed Kara's long hair and forced her to lift her head. "Come, open your mouth and taste our 'specialty food'," he said fiercely, stuffing a foul smelling mud block into Kara's mouth. Kara coughed fiercely, wanting to spit out the dirt from her mouth, but was soon stopped by the thug.
 
"Chew it well, then swallow it. This is carefully prepared for you," the culprit led joked. Kara closed her eyes in despair, suppressed the feeling of vomiting, and struggled to swallow the piece of soil down her stomach. She felt nauseous and her consciousness had begun to blur.
 
Kara was on the verge of losing consciousness completely, but at that moment, the gang leader grabbed her hair and forced her to lift her head.
 
"It seems that our heroine needs some special care," he chuckled as he untied his pantyhose and released his massive genitalia.
 
Kara realized what he was going to do, instantly regained consciousness, and began to struggle desperately. But her limbs were tightly restrained, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape.
 
"Come, hold it well." The leader grabbed Kara's hair and roughly inserted his genitals into her mouth. Kara felt a pang of nausea as the thick object pressed against her throat, almost choking her to death.
 
"Yes, suck hard. If you dare to touch it with your teeth, we'll break your leg," threatened the leader. Cara could only do as she was told, and her physiological tears mixed with eye shadow fell from her corner of the eye.
 
The gang leader grabbed Kara's head and began a quick and rough thrusting. Kara felt his mouth and throat being stretched to the limit by his massive genitalia, and every deep throat brought a strong feeling of vomiting. But she must endure, because any slight resistance could lead to even more terrifying torture.
 
"Fuck, the bitch's mouth is so fucking comfortable!" The head gangster laughed heartily and sped up his speed. Kara's head was hurting from being grabbed by him, and there was a feeling of dislocated jaw. Finally, after a heavy deep throat, the culprit led by snorted and shot into Kara's mouth.
 
"Swallow all of it, otherwise you're done," he said fiercely. Kara retched helplessly, but still managed to swallow the cloudy liquid from her mouth into her abdomen.
 
Kara closed her eyes in despair as she felt that the gang leader was about to carry out a more brutal next assault on her. However, in the next moment, the culprit in charge did not enter her garden as expected, but directly penetrated into her unexplored backyard.
 
"Ah --!" Kara screamed in agony, almost fainting from the excruciating pain she had never experienced before. Her chrysanthemum was forcefully opened by a thick meat blade, as if to pierce through her alive. The leader of the gang shouted excitedly and began mercilessly pumping inside Kara's body.
 
"Fuck Yeah, this little chrysanthemum is much tighter than the little mouth below," he said while vigorously thrusting. "Relax, beautiful woman, you'll feel better soon."
 
Kara felt like she was nailed to a wooden stake, swaying up and down with the movements of the gang leader. Her intestines were burning with pain from friction, and every impact brought a tearing sensation. Kara shed tears of despair as she had never experienced such humiliation and pain before.
 
At this moment, another criminal also approached. He picked up Kara's upper body with a wicked smile and let her sit cross over his waist. Kara was horrified to find that the criminal had already aimed the dirty meat stick at her little hole.
 
"Come, let's enjoy this bitch together." The culprit led by him gave a glance to his accomplice, and the two of them immediately moved in perfect agreement. Kara only felt that both entrances were being crazily ravaged, with excruciating pain sweeping through every cell in her body. She let out a faint moan and her brain went blank.
 
"Yeah, our little female dog is so good at pinching... Look how much she yearns for our big cock..." The two criminals talked excitedly, ignoring Kara's current feelings. They only defiled the once proud woman in front of them recklessly to satisfy their own desires.
 
After a long time, the two criminals finally pulled out their genitals with satisfaction. Kara collapsed on the ground, covered in dents and bruises left by them. She thought the nightmare was finally over, but to her surprise, a new round of criminals climbed up. Kara closed her eyes in despair, allowing the new criminals to ravage her body and mind again and again.
 
Kara's body has been repeatedly humiliated and tortured by these beasts several times, and she feels that her strength is rapidly fading. Due to being exposed to high concentrations of kryptonite for a long time, Kara's skin is covered with green ray patterns, emitting a strange light. Her beautiful face was also distorted and deformed due to excessive pain and humiliation, becoming no longer complete. Her beautiful lips also cracked with blood. Kara's beautiful golden long hair was scattered and stuck to her sweaty face, with a few strands of hair sticking to the bright red wound, making her look even more tragic.
 
Kara wanted to shout for help loudly, but she couldn't make any sound and could only make a faint breath. "Get lost... you guys are all going to die..." She struggled to squeeze out a few words, still exuding an unyielding willpower in her tone.
 
"Come on, do you want to resist with your current appearance? I think you're looking for death!" The gang leader slapped Kara's face and made a crisp sound. Kara's mouth was bleeding, and her consciousness had begun to blur.
 
"Someone, turn this bitch over, I want to enter from behind," ordered the leader of the gang. Several thugs responded and flipped Kara's body over, her hands fixed behind her backs, and her perky buttocks raised high.
 
"Don't... stop... please..." Kara pleaded weakly, but soon she was slapped in the face by the gang leader, leaving her with all sorts of meat and vegetables.
 
"Stop talking nonsense! Fuck me honestly!" After speaking, the leader of the gang directly inserted his gun into Kara's swollen and red flower path. Kara felt like her lower body was pierced by a burning iron rod, and the pain was unbearable. She couldn't help but look up and howl.
 
At the same time, another criminal also stuffed something under his crotch into Kara's mouth, imitating the frequency of sexual intercourse and thrusting it. Kara only felt the nauseating smell between her mouth and nose.
 
"Hmm... wuwu..." Kara let out a mournful cry, but soon her mouth was blocked again. The two criminals were sandwiched back and forth like this, and they went crazy and began to be pumped.
 
"Fuck! This stinky bitch's pussy is about to suck out my cock!" "Yes, I'm going to shoot!" The two thugs shouted excitedly, and then they all ejaculated into Kara's body. White and turbid mixed with blood flowed from two private places, staining the inside of Kara's pale thighs.
 
After the leader of the criminals withdrew, the other three criminals also rushed to Kara. One person impatiently pulled out a genitalia and inserted it into Kara's swollen and red anus, while the other two poked into Kara's fingers and toes. Five meat sticks entered and exited Kara's most sensitive and vulnerable area simultaneously, bringing her unimaginable stimulation and pain.
 
"Uh... haha... no..." Kara had completely lost her ability to resist and could only let out a faint moan. Kara's body was on the brink of collapse, but she still tried her best to resist this final insult. When five criminals were thrusting in her most intimate and sensitive area at the same time, she felt her blood boiling all over her body, and her rationality gradually moving away from her.
 
Kara, who was about to faint, accidentally hit the culprit who was blowing her mouth
 
The thug was furious and slapped Kara heavily on the cheek. "Stinky bitch, you dare to resist again! Believe it or not, I'll fuck your pussy right now!"
 
Kara was beaten so much that she felt dizzy and dizzy, and a bright red palm print immediately appeared on her snow-white cheeks. She wanted to counterattack, but found that she had no strength left and could only weakly indulge in mermaid flesh.
 
The two criminals still fiercely entered and exited her mouth and lower body, each time making Kara feel her internal organs being pushed away. The other three also fiercely thrust their fingers and toes inside her body, making a "gurgling" sound of water. Kara felt like a rundown little boat, ready to break apart in this storm at any moment.
 
"It's really fucking comfortable. This little bitch can suck too much!" "Fuck me. Her toes are also wet and slippery. I really want to stay here forever!"
 
"Little female dog, bark a little louder!" The culprit led by him vigorously thrust and slapped Kara's buttocks. The crisp sound of impact mixed with Kara's screams echoed one after another in this dark dungeon.
 
After a stormy attack, the five gangsters finally left. Kara lay on the ground, covered in blood, dying like a rag. Her mind has dissipated and seems to be in a semi unconscious state.
 
Kara has now been played to the limit by these beasts. Her hair was disheveled at the moment, with several strands of hair stained with various unpleasant bodily fluids. The once bright eyes have now lost their radiance, leaving only endless emptiness and despair. Her beautiful face was covered in scars and bruises, as well as a few obvious tooth marks, reminding her of how cruelly she had been treated.
 
Kara's body was in a mess. The once muscular and slender limbs are now soft and stretched on the ground, with obvious strangulation marks on the wrists and ankles. The two red cherry blossoms on her chest were played with and swollen, with tooth marks and kiss marks all around her areola. Clear palm prints can be seen on the flat lower abdomen, and there are even a few bruises. The flower path between the legs was even more rotten, with a large amount of sticky white and turbid mixed with blood flowing out from the orifice, feeling disheveled.
 
"We fucked up the bitch, and it's really fucking relief." A gangster said, grabbing Kara's ankle and showing the private part of the flowing water to others.
 
Kara was already in a daze, unresponsive to their words, only trembling lightly, as if she would stop breathing at any moment.
 
Kara has been tormented to the brink of death by these beasts, but the criminals led by him are still unsatisfied. He ordered his subordinates to break open Kara's legs, allowing the swollen and inflamed private parts of the supergirl to spread out from her anus.
 
"Let the supergirl's little mouth under her also eat our specialty dish!" The culprit led by them gave an evil smile and opened the labia of their hand.
 
Kara had collapsed to the point where she didn't even have the strength to resist, and could only make a faint whimper. Two criminals held onto Kara's thigh tightly, while the leader grabbed Kara's lower body and used his fingers to open her swollen and red lips. He then grabbed a handful of sludge filled with kryptonite residue from the ground and stuffed it directly into Kara's body.
 
"Ah!" Kara let out a mournful scream and struggled fiercely. But soon she collapsed to the ground again, as the excessive pain caused her to lose consciousness again.
 
"It's really fucking exciting! It's even more joyful!" the leader shouted happily, "Come on, more!"
 
So more sludge containing kryptonite was crammed into Kara's flower path, quickly filling her entire reproductive cavity. Kara's body twisted and twitched due to severe pain, and saliva flowed uncontrollably.
 
"Alright, stuff the rest in," the leader of the gang ordered.
 
Kara had lost consciousness, and they allowed their hands to reach into her backyard, pouring in a pile of debris. Until both entrances are completely filled with dark green sludge.
 
"Alright brothers, it's time to finish work!" The gang leader announced. Everyone else burst into laughter, seeming to be extremely pleased with their behavior just now.
 
A few hours later.
 
The police shuttle through the darkness of the garbage dump, holding a flashlight and searching for possible clues. Under the moonlight, they found the vulnerable figure behind a pile of garbage. Kara lay there like this, her once brilliant heroic image appearing so fragile and pitiful at this moment.
 
"Oh my god..." A young police officer cursed softly, and the flickering light of the flashlight reflected on Kara's body.
 
The cold wind at night gave Kara's skin a peculiar pale color. Her eyes turned white, her mouth frothed, and her body twitched slightly. It was evident that she was still suffering greatly in a coma. Every muscle of hers, once tough and strong, is now like weathered rocks, some parts even skin and bones, completely losing their original fullness.
 
Her body was covered in dark green sludge and dried semen, and her exposed skin was also covered in scars and bruises. The sludge mixed with semen in her vagina and anus completely opened her two openings.
 
The most shocking ones are those green stripes. They coiled around Kara's body like venomous snakes, occasionally emitting dim light. On her chest, waist, and wrists, every inch was tainted by this green color, as if decaying.
 
Compared to her body, the worn-out Supergirl uniform looked even more desolate. The once red and blue logo now only has a few tattered pieces of fabric scattered around her.
 
The old police officer walked over and squinted his eyes to carefully look at Kara, holding his hands tightly, clearly trying to control his emotions.
 
"Su... Supergirl..." He shouted softly, hoping she would wake up, but she didn't react.
 
The police officer beside him walked up and gently touched her cold hand. "She... is she still alive?" he asked trembling.
 
The old police officer remained silent, then turned around and took a hard breath of air. His voice was cold and he said, "Call an ambulance quickly, and also, block the scene and find the person who did this."
 
A few months later, in the early morning, Kara slowly walked out of the hospital gate. The sunlight shone on her, but she no longer had the same heroic demeanor as before. The once vibrant vitality, extraordinary vitality, and powerful abilities have now become a thing of the past.
 
Her eyes revealed deep pain and confusion. Her body was noticeably thin, with a sense of powerlessness emanating from her bones. In the crowd on the street, almost no one recognized her. In everyone's memory, she was the superhero who could fly over skyscrapers and defend justice, but now, she is just an ordinary, even more fragile woman than ordinary people.
 
Finding a job has become her top priority in life. However, due to her current physical condition, she is unable to handle many tasks. Even for simple construction site handling work, she was fired due to lack of physical strength.
 
In this society, there is not much tolerance and sympathy for supergirl who have lost her superpowers. So, in order to survive, Kara had to choose to pick up garbage.
 
Under the gray sky, Kryptonite factories of all sizes are hidden in every corner of the city, constantly emitting smoke with a green halo every day. This kind of scene has become a daily routine, and people have become accustomed to this seemingly toxic environment. Their lives continue as usual, and everything is no different from usual.
 
Trash bins, drainage ditches, street food stalls, almost every corner has a hint of green kryptonite pollution. This kind of pollution is harmless to ordinary people, but for Kara, it is a deadly poison. She can no longer avoid this kind of pollution, no matter where she goes, she cannot escape the influence of kryptonite.
 
She walked on the street, her once tall and muscular body now emaciated to the point of only skin and bones. Her skin has lost its luster, replaced by dense green stripes. These stripes are like diseases spreading on her, eating away at her health every day.
 
Pedestrians on the road avoided her one after another, and some children would cry in fear when they saw her. She has become accustomed to this kind of gaze, accustomed to the indifference and contempt of others.
 
She often suffers more harm from touching garbage containing kryptonite. Every time she picks up a piece of garbage contaminated with kryptonite, her body feels intense pain like being electrocuted.
 
She was almost devastated by the environment polluted by kryptonite. Faced with the Kryptonite pollution on the street every day, she felt unable to breathe, as if a big hand was constantly gripping her throat.
 
Every time she comes into contact with kryptonite, her body feels like it's been burned by fire. The intense reaction of Kryptonite covered her body with green stripes.
 
In order to survive and escape hunger and cold, she had to choose a way that she once deeply despised. She took to the street, stood under dim streetlights, became a prostitute, exchanging her frail body for some food and a sheltered corner.
 
At the beginning, she was very resistant and repulsive, filled with fear and inferiority. But as time passed, in order to survive, she gradually let go of that last bit of self-esteem. She learned how to attract customers, negotiate with them, and survive in this indifferent world.
 
 
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The night is deep, and the lights on the street are dim and hazy. Most shops have closed, but some prostitutes on the corner are still busy waiting for customers. Kara stood on a dim street corner, with green stripes all over her body. There was no extra emotion in her eyes, only numbness. Her long hair has lost its former luster and is somewhat grayish white, but she still strives to curl it up into a simple bun to showcase her remaining feminine charm. Kara's figure appeared somewhat thin on the dim street corner. She was wearing a tight black dress, highlighting her once proud figure, but now her skin has been stained with green stripes, and her figure has become emaciated and out of shape.
 
The traffic on the street is gradually thinning out, and the neon lights on the roadside make a buzzing sound. Although Kara's body is no longer perfect, she still tries to use the seductive demeanor of women to attract passing men. She gently swayed her hips, lowered her collar, tried to show a smile, and gently played with her hair.
 
At this moment, a group of young people who were drunk passed by. One of them pointed at Kara and laughed loudly, "Look at this guy, how dare you try to be a whore even with this virtue!"
 
"You see, she's covered in green all over, like an alien!" The other man laughed even more recklessly.
 
Kara's expression did not change much. She had never suffered such a direct insult before, but now she is just a street whore who faces such insults every day.
 
After the men passed by, Kara took a deep breath and then continued her performance.
 
Not far away, a greasy worker slowly walked over. He looked like he had just finished work, wearing a gray uniform. Although simple, the prominent Kryptonite Factory logo on his chest was like an iron plaque, engraved indelibly in Kara's sight.
 
He approached with heavy steps. The lustful and contemptuous gaze almost made Kara feel like she was being scrutinized by a hunter. She knew very well that such men not only had desires for her body, but also looked down upon her as a foreign race.
 
The man stopped in front of her, his breath carrying a special odor that was unique to the kryptonite factory. That breath danced slightly at Kara's nose, causing her even more pain.
 
He gently tapped the green stripe between Kara's neck with his rough fingers, and the cold feeling seemed to penetrate deep into Kara's soul.
 
"Can you aliens only mix up like this now?" he sneered, his voice deep and powerful.
 
Kara tried her best to calm her emotions, she couldn't give this man any sense of victory. Although every inch of her body was painful and every breath was burning, she forced herself to smile and respond with the lightest possible tone, "Are you playing?"
 
 
"How much does it cost per night?" The worker's eyes were filled with a hint of fatigue and curiosity.
 
Kara didn't hesitate and directly quoted a price, "Fifty yuan per night."
 
The worker seemed somewhat surprised, "Fifty? Your body is only worth twenty yuan."
 
Kara gave him a silent glance, as she was accustomed to this bargaining game. "I know my physical condition, but I have experience. You won't regret it."
 
The worker squinted his eyes and looked at Kara for a while, then chuckled and said, "Okay, thirty yuan, is it a deal?"
 
Kara remained silent for a moment, "Forty."
 
"Deal."
 
The man grabbed Kara's buttocks, but instead of dodging, Kara leaned against the client's body. The two walked into a motel, shoulder to shoulder.
 
Under the dim yellow light, the interior furnishings of the room appeared outdated, and there was still a slight smell of mold in the air. Bed sheets are cheap synthetic materials with a rough texture. The man rudely pushed Kara away, her body swaying gently, and finally sat by the bed.
 
He coldly tore open her clothes, and the green stripes looked so dazzling under the light.
 
"It seems you've taken in a lot of kryptonite," the man sneered, his lustful gaze lingering on Kara as if he was enjoying it.
 
Kara's heartbeat was rapid, and the kryptonite in the man's body began to enter Kara's nasal cavity through breathing. She felt as if there were countless flames burning in her body, and the toxins were like countless small knives dancing in her body, cutting through every cell in her body.
 
Faced with this torture, Kara had no tears to shed. She could only try to relax herself and make her thin and ugly body look as tempting as possible.
 
Kara's body seemed to have a big fire burning. When a man gets close to her, she can clearly feel the breath of kryptonite inside him, that strong, almost suffocating feeling. In this small room, the feeling was like an invisible hand constantly oppressing her.
 
The man's breath mixed with Kara's, and each breath seemed to stimulate her wound. She tried to take deep breaths, but each time it seemed like she was about to tear open her chest. Her throat let out a faint moan, filled with helplessness and despair.
 
The man saw her reaction and an evil smile gradually appeared on his face. He seemed to enjoy this feeling very much, watching the former Superman writhing in pain in front of him.
 
"Do you like this feeling?" he asked in a low voice, his tone full of mockery and provocation.
 
Most of Kara's clients have this mentality, they enjoy a sense of power, the feeling of putting their former heroine under their feet. They like to see Kara's pain, it seems to be their greatest joy.
 
The client took out a bottle of water, which turned slightly green. Obviously, the content of kryptonite was very high, and it may even be the production water brought out by the client from the kryptonite factory.
 
Kara instinctively felt that the water in the bottle contained kryptonite. That familiar and disgusting green, like the fingers of death, ready to pluck the last leaf of her life.
 
"Drink some water, aliens. If you drink it, I'll give you double the money." The man's voice was full of sarcasm and provocation.
 
Kara's fear and desire mixed in her eyes, she wanted to refuse, but she really needed the money. That glass of water seemed to have become a confrontation between her and fate, the price for continuing to survive. She bit her lower lip and decided to drink it.
 
As soon as the water entered her throat, Kara's internal organs seemed to be torn apart. She felt a severe dizziness she had never experienced before, which was the fatal damage of kryptonite to her. Her body trembled involuntarily, almost unconscious in pain.
 
A glimmer of excitement flashed in the man's eyes as he greedily watched this former superhero, now so fragile. He held Kara in his arms and cruelly kneaded her withered breasts, as if venting all his dissatisfaction and hatred towards the world.
 
Kara's painful moans were intermittent. The man held her tightly in his arms, as if admiring his spoils of war. Kara's body twitched incessantly in his arms, and the green stripes flickered intermittently.
 
The man's eyes were filled with pride and disdain. He lowered his head and kissed Kara's neck, following it all the way to his chest. Every time his lips touched the green stripes on Kara's body, the stripes flickered strongly, as if screaming.
 
His fingers, rough and strong, rubbed Kara's chest and waist. His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if stimulated by Kara's pain.
 
"It seems you quite like it," the man's voice was mocking as he licked Kara's earlobe, accompanied by her painful gasps.
 
Kara felt a surge in her chest, and the toxicity of kryptonite was ravaging her body. She wanted to break free, but she was unable to move and could only let this man continue to play with her.
 
Kara tried her best to smile at the man, even though she knew how forced and unnatural the smile was. Her heart was filled with pain and despair, but in order to survive, she had no other choice.
 
The man was not aware of Kara's predicament, he only saw Kara actively responding to him in front of him. Kara tried to cooperate with every move he made, even though her body seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, and every touch brought her immense pain.
 
"You really cooperate," the man chuckled lightly, his breathing warm and rapid, each breath giving Kara a suffocating feeling.
 
Kara nodded hard, even though her throat seemed to be on fire, she tried to respond in a sweet voice, "It's my honor to have the customer's satisfaction."
 
But the smell of kryptonite almost made it impossible for her to breathe, and she could clearly feel that the man's breath and saliva were filled with the toxins of kryptonite. Every time he approached her, she felt like her body was being dragged down by deep water, and the suffocating feeling grew stronger and stronger.
 
But Kara didn't stop, she tried her best to hide her pain in her heart, only showing her most professional side to please this man.
 
The man opened Kara's black and purple labia, aimed his penis at the still convulsing flower path, and straightened his waist before thrusting into the vagina, which had already been developed by hundreds or thousands of clients.
 
As the man began to enter her body, Kara could clearly feel the strong effect of kryptonite. Every deep movement seemed to stimulate her body, making her even weaker. She closed her eyes and worked hard to suppress the pain and dizziness, trying to maintain a rhythm with the man.
 
Kara suppressed her nausea and began to actively cater to the man's movements. Although she was already very weak, she still tried to swing her waist as much as possible, sliding up and down to give the man more pleasure.
 
Every thrusting by a man brings a painful convulsion to Kara. She felt like her lower body was being cut open by a sharp blade, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.
 
"Bitch, your skills are good," the man said admiringly. "It seems like you practice regularly."
 
Kara didn't answer, just continued to shake her hips.
 
The man's tongue licked her neck, leaving a sticky mark of water. Kara felt extremely uncomfortable, but still pretended to enjoy it.
 
But she clearly felt that with the passage of time, her physical strength was gradually depleted, and the kryptonite on the man seemed to be more active, entering Kara's body through his bodily fluids, making her condition worse.
 
Her thoughts began to blur, and every breath was like being burned by fire, the pain almost engulfing her entire body. She knew she couldn't hold on anymore.
 
The man seemed to notice her abnormality and looked at Kara with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
 
Kara shook her head and said in a faint voice, "I'm too tired."
 
The man laughed mockingly and said, "It seems you're no longer capable." As he finished speaking, he quickened his pace.
 
Kara tried hard to stay awake, but the Kryptonite effect in her body and the tremendous stimulation brought by the man's thrusting gradually made her lose strength.
 
"Ha... ha..." Kara gasped heavily, her face turning red from lack of oxygen.
 
"How's it, are you feeling good?" The man smiled maliciously, hitting her delicate flower heart again and again.
 
The strong kryptonite effect in Kara's body and the man's movements made it increasingly difficult for her to support. Every thrust, accompanied by the man's eager kiss, seemed to be transporting more kryptonite into her body. Her skin began to tremble slightly, and the green stripes flickered more clearly with convulsions.
 
The man seemed to be immersed in his own pleasure and occasionally let out satisfied sighs. He didn't realize Kara's predicament, or rather he didn't care at all.
 
Kara could only moan faintly and could no longer feel any pleasure. Her body shook constantly in this storm like pulling and inserting, like a ragdoll.
 
But fortunately, men's strength is not long-lasting. As his movements became faster and faster, Kara felt the man's body start to tighten.
 
"Enough... I'm about to arrive..." The man accelerated his pace and fiercely thrusted into her body for a few dozen times before growling low. He pulled out his penis, and the semen with kryptonite was so hot that it smoked and shot into Kara's slender, sunken belly.
 
Kara felt as if her lower body was on fire, and she felt a strong stabbing pain. The pain and despair completely made her lose consciousness, and she passed out in a heavy coma.
 
The man slowly pulled up his pants and looked at Kara, who was unconscious in bed, with his lustful and contemptuous eyes. Under the moonlight, the green kryptonite stripes on her body flickered like neon lights, making the man more convinced of his authority over this once powerful alien heroine.
 
Although he is usually not polite to prostitutes, the scene before him still touched a trace of human nature hidden in his heart. Perhaps due to Kara's heroic image of the past, or perhaps because of her special reaction to Kryptonite, he decided to do something different.
 
He found a clean cloth and gently wiped away the stains on Kara's body, each stroke very gentle, afraid of waking her up. He carefully wiped away the saliva from the corner of her mouth, then carefully wiped away the solidified semen on her stomach, and finally cleaned her vagina more carefully to ensure that there were no foreign body residues left on her body.
 
After completing all of this, he took a deep breath, took out the money from his pocket, and placed it on the bedside table before walking to the door. Before leaving, he turned around and glanced at Kara, who was still unconscious.
 
Kara's consciousness gradually emerged from the chaos. Every inch of the skin is in pain, the marks of kryptonite stripes are like branding iron on the body, and every breath is like a blade cutting through the lungs. She sat up hard, feeling as if her limbs were filled with lead, so heavy that she could hardly lift them up.
 
 
 
She glanced vaguely at the old-fashioned clock by the bedside, almost in the early morning. Then, her gaze was drawn to the money placed on the bedside table. Although her mind was still in a daze, her instinct told her that it was more than ever before.
 
She tried to stand up, but her body seemed to no longer obey and was shaking and about to fall. Kara tried her best to support herself, moving step by step towards the bed, then bent down and picked up the torn single clothes on the ground, trying to wrap them around her body. This single garment can only cover half of her body now, but she knows she must leave quickly and can't waste the room fee here anymore.
 
As she pushed open the door to the room, another guest's snoring could be heard from the narrow corridor of the hotel. She walked cautiously towards the front desk, feeling heavy with every step. The tattered carpet made a faint sound under her feet.
 
Her every step feels like walking on charcoal. Every corner and corridor is like an endless maze. Finally, she arrived at the front desk, returned the keys, and paid for the room.
 
The front desk staff looked at her, obviously having seen too many similar situations, without any extra words, but after completing the procedures, they gave her a deposit.
 
Kara was walking home, surrounded by dilapidated buildings and occasional pedestrians. People all lowered their heads, as if they were avoiding something. Kara still has the same pain as before, but she has learned how to conceal and ignore it.
 
At a nearby corner convenience store, she struggled to select two bottles of pure water and carefully looked at the label to confirm that the kryptonite content was as low as possible. This kind of water has become precious in this era, and it is the money exchanged for almost the cost of life to buy back this hope of survival.
 
Stepping into her rudimentary residence, surrounded by exposed brick walls and a shaky bed. On the bed lay a faded thin quilt that had been washed away by time, along with the cloak she wore as a superhero, but now it was in great condition. She gently opened the water bottle, and every drop of water was like a treasure, with a refreshing sensation flowing from her throat to her whole body. She took a small sip first, then took out a plastic box from under her pillow, carefully took out a painkiller, and swallowed it with water.
 
The medication began to take effect in her body, and the piercing pain seemed to ease, but Kara knew it was only temporary. She lay in bed, watching the sky outside the window gradually brighten. She tried to curl up her body as small as possible, covering it with the tattered red cloak as a blanket, hoping that it would bring a little warmth to her.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 