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Chapter 10 by bigdamnvillain bigdamnvillain

Now what?

Make me an offer

“OK well if you can’t do that, what can you do for me? Make me an offer?”

The beautiful heroine pauses and thinks for a minute. “I don’t suppose a guided tour of the Justice League satellite would be enough for you? Superman will shake your hand and everything.”

“Heh, thanks for the lowball offer, but pass. Is that the most you’re willing to do to protect your friends?”

She glares at you. “I won’t rob a bank for you or hurt anyone or do anything illegal.”

You shrug, “Those weren’t really on my to do list anyway.”

“Money then? How much do you want?”

“I mean money is nice, sure. But there are some things money can’t buy, and I currently have one of them tied to a chair in front of me, so…”

“That’s surprisingly antimaterialistic of you.”

“You know what they say, collect experiences not things.”

“Experiences. Of course.” She rolls her eyes. “You want sex.”

“Well yeah, I mean, obviously. But I can take that from you anytime I want. If you want me to keep your friends’ secrets, you’ll have to offer me something I don’t already have.”

“My consent?” she says testily.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Something I actually care about.”

“Fine, how about this: you delete the information you took, swear to forget all my friends' names, and I promise not to retaliate against you for anything that happens here tonight.”

“A preemptive pardon huh? OK now that’s a little more interesting. How do I know you’ll hold up your end of the bargain? No insult to your heroic integrity, but…”

“We’ll both swear on the lasso. An oath voluntarily sworn on the Lasso of Truth becomes True and cannot be broken.”

“Interesting. So can the lasso make someone forget things? That doesn’t sound very truthful.”

“It cannot falsify memories. But if you willingly swear to forget a thing, the information will gradually fade from memory until you remember that you used to know certain names but can no longer recall them.”

“Huh. Nifty.”

The bound Amazon stares you in the eyes for a moment, her face hard. “Do we have an agreement?”

Do we?

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