Warning: Torture and Blood. Lots. Of both.
As soon as the knife was pulled out, Kara's world started spinning. She was dizzy and sick, and prepared to pass out. She thought back to when she first arrived and woke up dizzy. How she couldn't get her cuffs off. The common denominator: green.
Struggling for breath, she asked,"What is this green stuff? And how is it hurting me?"
Lillian laughed and momentarily called off Hank, so Kara could listen. "My dear girl, that 'green stuff' as you so eloquently put it, is called kryptonite. A radioactive substance found on Krypton, and also a Kryptonian's only weakness under a yellow sun."
Kara visibly blanched and paled with this new revelation. Lillian continued,"It's actually quite poetic, don't you think? You come here and ruin the lives of all the that call Earth their home planet. And the only thing that can ruin you is something from your home planet. What goes around comes around, am I right?"
"I- I don't know what you mean, Lillian. I haven't ruined anyone's life on this planet. My adoptive family even told me-"
"Your adoptive family only cared for you because they pitied you. Not because they loved you. Make no mistake little girl, you ruined them. Especially that other daughter. What was her name? Alex?"
Kara felt the picture weighing heavily in her pocket. She realized that Lillian was trying to play mind games with her, and wouldn't allow her to win. She boldly told Lillian,"Do your worst. You can hurt me, but you can't break me. No one can and no one will."
Lillian was slightly impressed and offset by the girl's resolve, but didn't show it. The woman set up a video camera, pointing towards Kara, and began to record. She then turned to Hank and pulled out a tablet, simultaneously typing on it while she talked.
"Initiate Test One, otherwise known as the Pain Tolerance Test. Hank, why don't you do the honors? Start with the arm first, please."
Hank nodded and pulled out the knife once again. He dug into Kara's bicep until it drew blood. She hissed from the pain, but tried to stay strong. He then embedded the knife a little deeper and began to drag it down her arm. She couldn't help it and she screamed. Loud. It was the first real physical pain she had ever felt, and it was excruciating.
Lillian smiled. "Perfect. We've got the synthetic kryptonite exactly how we want it. Let's move to the face."
Hank once again turned towards Kara and put the knife to her face. He started just above her right eyebrow and cut down towards her jaw line.
Kara closed her eyes tight, trying to suppress the white hot flames of pain sprouting across her face. It's just a little cut, Kara. Come on. You can do this, it barely even stings. Alex is coming. Alex is coming.
Hank finished with her face once he cut a deep gash across the bridge of her nose. He then turned to Lillian, awaiting his next set of orders.
"She appears to be well adjusted to the pain of cuts already. Very impressive. Still unsure of whether it is the girl's physiology reducing the pain, or if it is her resolve that is psychologically dampening it." She then moved the camera a little closer and continued speaking.
"Hank, I believe it's time to test pain tolerance against stab wounds."
Hank obediently turned back to Kara, who could see her own blood dripping to the floor beneath her. She was in a world of pain, but still tried to prepare herself for the knife.
She told herself that if she clenched her teeth hard enough and thought of something else, she could make the pain go away.
She was wrong.
Kara found out the hard way when Hank plunged the knife into her stomach.