Darkness envelops my vision like a living thing, tendrils of shadow wrapping themselves around my mind. Images flicker through my thoughts - images of power, of control, of dominance...They're not mine. They're yours, jannik. You're trying to make me into your puppet, your slave...

A moan escapes my lips as the darkness grows deeper still. My body feels heavy and unwieldy, like lead. I can barely stand up straight anymore, let alone fight back against you. "

"No..." My voice is little more than a hoarse whisper now. It's getting harder and harder to think...to resist. I can feel the darkness inside me growing stronger, pushing out everything that once made me Kara Zor-L. What will be left when it's done? Will there even be anything of me remaining?

My knees buckle beneath me, and with a muffled groan, I collapse to the ground. The last thing I see before everything goes black is the triumphant smirk on your face.