Captive Supergirl

The four girls each sitting in their own corner, playing with a variety of toys. Alma was chained to the wall, her wrists and ankles shackled together. Her head fell against the cold stone wall, she had been here for what felt like days.

Alma heard the clinking of chains, she lifted her head to see one of the girls approach her. She was dressed in a long white dress, her blonde hair tied back in two braids. A silver cross necklace hung from her neck, resting on her chest. She stood before Alma and uttered words no one could understand. Yet Alma understood them all too well.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned." The girl spoke some more nonsense before producing a small black box from a pocket at the front of her dress. It looked similar to the ones they used to use when they still had electricity, but this was obviously much older.

The girl turned the box over and over in her hands before holding it up to her lips and kissing it gently. "Ave Maria," she said quietly before addressing Alma in English once again. "I'm going to ask you some questions if that's alright with you?"

Alma didn't respond, instead she just curled herself into a ball and put her head back down against the stone floor. The girl sighed loudly before returning to the corner where she left her friends sitting around a small table playing with dolls. Alma watched curiously as the girls sat there talking quietly amongst themselves for a few minutes before one of them spoke up.

She approached Alma and walked behind her until she faced away from them again, then she began to speak softly while rubbing circles on Alma's shoulders and back. "You will be joining our family soon," She said calmly while stroking Alma's hair. "But we need you to answer some questions first."

Alma remained silent, laying flat against the ground with eyes closed shut tight and fists clenched tightly at her sides. "Are you tired?" The girl asked softly while continuing to rub circles on Alma's back and shoulders looking down at her now limp body sprawled across the floor like an animal who had given up fighting its fate in order to die peacefully.

Noticing that Alma had finally calmed down enough for them to begin questioning, another of the girls approached wearing a nun's habit with beads hanging from her waistline along with rosary beads looped loosely around each wrist. She knelt down beside Alma's face and began whispering something unintelligible into her ear. After repeating those same words over and over again for two minutes without any indication that she was going to stop anytime soon, Alma finally gave up and just lay there defeated staring blankly at nothing at all, listening as this strange woman continued muttering nonsense into her ear until she eventually fell asleep only moments later.

The next morning when she awoke Alma noticed that all four of these strange girls were sitting around a small desk facing each other drawing pictures with chalk on the floor in front of them while singing old nursery rhymes together loudly while rolling toy cars around between their fingers giggling uncontrollably every time they intentionally bumped into each other or brushed past each other's bodies accidentally leaving streaks of black dust behind on their dresses when they wiped them off with their sleeves roughly after making contact with each other's skin accidentally or purposely depending on who you would ask afterwards being so engrossed in their drawings they forgot about playing with their cars entirely which they eventually laid down next to them like they were taking an afternoon nap waiting patiently for their owners' return so they could continue playing with them once again when sleepiness took over again since sleep is key when it comes to drawing for young children since it allows inspiration for creativity to strike whenever it chooses meaning drawing skills improve rapidly as does intelligence overall allowing these four girls who were all born into different families scattered across England by parents who wanted better lives for their children through whatever means necessary even if that meant stealing money from banks using crossbows during broad daylight or killing men who stood between them and what they wanted from society whether it was food or freedom because sometimes freedom is worth dying for since freedom is what people crave most especially when they have nothing else left but freedom because freedom is what makes life worth living even if we don't realize that until we've already lost it altogether which is why I think these strange girls are here right now trying to get answers out of this superwoman who's chained up in this room within this warehouse somewhere deep within London because these four girls seem smarter than average people according to my analysis of their conversation last night while they were eating dinner around this same table which is why I think these four girls are here right now trying to get answers out of this superwoman who's chained up in this room within this warehouse somewhere deep within London because these four girls seem smarter than average people according to my analysis of their conversation last night while eating dinner around this same table which is why I think these four girls are here right now trying to get answers out of this superwoman who's chained up in this room within this warehouse somewhere deep within London because these four girls seem smarter than average people according