Slightly tweaked Season 5 where Clark isn't able to save Lois from the men in the strip club in "Exposed". She has been missing since then and Clark has been relentless searches for her until finding her around the episode "Vengeance" about three months later. Let me know if I should continue with this idea.
You Found Me – Chapter 1
The house itself was out of place. A sprawled out, manicured mansion that lay smack-dab in any of the dangerous, crime-ridden neighborhoods of South L.A. should have been a dead giveaway to any involvement in the illegal drug industry or prostitution, but no investigations have been done; a warrant is needed to search any home or facility and Mr. Lyon is rather punctilious when it comes to the secrecy of his business. None of his prostitutes and dealers has ever been caught because they know of the horrors than Lyon can do to them, things that the police in the United States cannot legally do.
So the mansion remains untouched on this night, just like any other, as the wild, drunken party-goers laugh and holler almost louder than the blaring club music that nearly vibrates pictures off the walls. The downstairs pool, parlor, bar, kitchen, lounges, and in some cases the guest suites are completely packed, either with party staff, guests, including the supercilious Lyon, and the "evening's entertainment"; and yes, that means strippers and prostitutes. While there is enough noise radiating from downstairs to render most deaf, the second floor is blocked of during the event. No one, under no circumstances, is allowed to the upper floor, in the words of the two burly, black bodyguards at the foot of the stairs. So in comparison, the second floor is dead silent.
Except for one distinct, pitiful sound coming from one of the far corner bedrooms, furthest from the commotion downstairs, that is.
The bedroom is gilded with exquisite Spanish décor, including shiny tile floors, obnoxious feather art upon the walls, and a metal-framed, rounded King-sized bed. The couple upon the bed, at first glance, appears to be engaged in very passionate sex. With closer inspection, this assumption completely unravels.
The pale woman that lies pinned beneath the man has a black eye, a split lip, numerous cuts on her face and chest, and is bound to the metal headboard by her wrists. Her blonde hair fans out beneath her head on the silk sheets. Her ankles have been tied together at ninety degree angles of intersection, effectively spreading her thighs wide. The man lies encircled by her legs, making separation near impossible, rhythmically gyrating himself forcefully into her womb.
That's where the sound comes from.
With tears and mascara staining her face, nineteen year old Lois Lane whimpers every so often at his brutal violation of her body; she refuses to scream.
"They win if you show any weakness, Lois." She tells herself in-between whimpers. "Wait 'til he's distracted, and then go for it."
Right as she thought it Aden- the Hispanic pimp that was currently raping her- pulled himself up into a semi-sitting position, dragging her hips with him, and began to mock her in rapid Spanish.
"¿Usted cree que se salgan con la suya? ¿Eh?" He demanded harshly from above her.
Lois only glared in response, earning a fierce slap from Aden.
"Why can't you learn you place like all the other whores, eh? Respóndeme, perra."
Again, she only glared, distracting him from her left hand that was deftly slipping the rope off her wrist. He rolled his eyes at her display of defiance.
"Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay! Puta de mierda." He mumbled.
Her left hand snaked to the underside of the mattress where the dagger was hidden. She'd been raped at least seven times on this bed; she knew where everything was by heart.
"Lyon'd better fucking kill you soon." He said nonchalantly, maintaining his thrusting. "You're stubborn little white bitch; I may kill you soon out of irritation."
He flattened himself back to his original position, flat on top of her, face in between her bare breasts right as she slid the dagger out of its hiding place. She held it half-raised over him before speaking.
"Not if I kill you first." She said hoarsely.
He only chuckled at her statement, continuing to lick her chest and thrust her hips into his, not even bothering to look up.
Lois' blood boiled over in that moment and without hesitation, she plunged the dagger into his back with an angry shriek.
Aden gasped and let go of her, jerking his head up to face her in horror; he was greeted by her emotionless gaze and the bloody weapon being yanked out and then plunged again into his body. He shuddered and spat a mouthful of blood onto her torso, looking up at her a face again, this time with pure hatred and anger gleaming in his eyes.
"You goddamn bitch….Te voy a matar!" He growled, and his large hands latched painfully around her throat.
He was attempting to strangle her with all his might; she could feel bruises beginning to form from where his fingers clenched around her neck. Lois began to panic as she gasped for breath. She let out a strangled sob and in a frenzy, began stabbing his back again and again, hoping to kill him before he killed her.
The load music still blared from downstairs, the people directly below her clueless of the horror occurring in this secluded bedroom.
Blood was everywhere; on her arm, covering his back and the expensive sheets. He coughed more of it onto her body as she continued to blindly stab and his death grip on her neck slackened slightly. His breathing followed suit, becoming shallow and weak. Lois was sobbing blindly now, slowly continuing to mutilate her nearly dead assailant, only acutely aware of the sick squelching sound her stabs made on his skin.
And then it was over.
Aden's right hand slid from her throat, and although the left remained firmly in place, she could now breathe properly. Her sobbing continued weakly. Blood was smeared into her hair and on her face. She could feel the blood that was now caked on the inside of her legs and on her chest and abdomen. The stickiness of it nearly made her vomit. Her whole body shook something horrible and no matter how hard she willed herself, she could not make her fingers peel off the handle of the dagger. Lois tried to shift her bound legs and make his corpse slip off of her but was met with stabbing pain and whimpered loudly; his erection was still firmly inside her. Her head flopped back in defeat and almost to highlight her despair and hopelessness, the music below halted.
Tears flowed freely from Lois' bruised eyes now; she only stared blankly at the crystal chandelier overhead, her head swirling with emotions.
Lois was not upset over Aden's death. She was mourning the loss of her innocence; nineteen years old and she was already a murderer. She had killed a man in cold blood. There was no turning back, no salvation for her soul. She, Lois Joanne Lane, was a killer.
She gulped to stifle another wave of mindless sobs and a waterfall of tears. It came out as weak gasps, pathetic and helpless sounds that she did not know she was capable of making.
For a split second, Lois heard heavy footsteps pounding down the hallway before the door was flung violently open.
She didn't even look to see who it was; she knew it was one of the muscular black guards that liked to beat her, she just knew it. Lois merely continued counting the crystals dangling from the chandelier, waiting for the man to strike her like he always did.
He didn't. The man walked hesitantly over to the scene of the crime and knelt down by her head.
Lois closed her eyes tightly, beginning to cry again; all she could do was wait for the inevitable beating to begin.
The man spoke, with the familiar voice of an angel, making her eyes snap open.
"Lois? Please… can you hear me?" Clark Kent whispered to her and her only.
She rolled her head towards him to look at his face; it had been at least a month since she'd seen him. Same hair, same eyes, same concerned expression; the only difference was his face. Tears stained his cheeks and there were bags under his eyes. Lois broke into uncontrollable sobs once she saw his tears. If he could, then she would too.
He gently grabbed her face with both hands and held her so close that their foreheads were touching. He gulped back his anguish, trying to be strong for her.
"You're allowed to cry." He told her soothingly "You're safe now."
His words didn't register. She only sobbed and repeated the same phrase over and over again.
"You found me. You found me. You found me…"