“I want to be bad now.”

"...I want to be bad now," Cassie admitted, doing her best to maintain eye contact even as tears welled up in hers.

"Do you want to be a hero anymore?" Tammy inquired, to which Starslip shook her head. "Say it."

"...I don't wanna be a hero anymore," Starslip whimpered pathetically. "I wanna be bad."

“And how do you plan to prove how committed you are to this?” Fonzie demanded lowly.

The Violet Vision sobbed hard, wanting to break down crying at her own fall from grace, but kept her composure as best as she could. “I’ll…I’ll do whatever you want.”

Alfonso grinned darkly, Cassie looking the gangster in the eye and seeing how gleeful she was at this turn of events. In that moment, she truly did look like the devil, and it frightened her. She watched as the Bewitching Mob Boss slowly sauntered over to a cabinet, rummaging through it, before retrieving some sort of high tech collar with a chain hanging from it. The young heroine didn’t even need to ask what it was. She could just tell: It was some sort of power inhibitor. The mob boss had probably used it on Superhumans in her employ before. The teen blonde looked Alfonso in the eye as she brought it back, shaking a bit.

“Here’s what I want,” Tammy explained, holding the collar up. “You’re going to remove that costume, every last piece of it, any undergarments you have on underneath, and then you’re going to put this on. It’ll run outta juice by morning, but until then, you are mine, and you will do as I say, no questions asked. And if you have any complaints, or want to go back on the agreement, tough shit. I will drag you, kicking and screaming, into my world of depravity and **** and taking what you want just because you can, and so help be God, by the time I’m done, you will LOVE it.”