Yes- he has no better option

Marie removed one of her hands from his shoulder and brought forth a tablet. Just as she said, a contract awaited on the screen. All Kyle needed to do was sign.

“I…” he stumbled on his words, “I didn’t expect this. I don’t want to be a… henchman!”

“Henchman. Minion. Goon. Assistant. They’re all the same. In fact, you’ll get better pay and benefits with me than any other company,” said Vipress.

“It’s true,” Marie jumped in, “The only downside is, well, the high turnover rate for newbies.”

“But you,” Vipress moved closer, the snakes in her hair snapping at the air around Kyle making sure he dared not move an inch, “I think we’ve got a good candidate here. If you last a month, you’ll have big things in your future.”

Kyle felt intrigued.

“Big things?”

Marie leaned her mouth right up to his ear, “Success. Infamy. Money. Your own supervillain career.”

Vipress placed a hand on his chin, tipping his gaze up. Their eyes met. The ferocity within her made him squirmish and he tried to move out of eye contact but she held his chin firmly in place.

“So what do you think? Wanna work for me?”

“Well… I guess the money is pretty good…” Kyle let out a resigned sigh, “Alright. I’ll sign.”

“Fantastic!” Vipress remarked, “Let’s start with your pledge.”

Marie removed her other hand from Kyle’s shoulder, setting him free. Terrified, Kyle felt he had **** but to follow along. Surely being a henchman wouldn’t be too bad?

Vipress took a seat on a large snake-shaped throne in the center of the room. She leaned back and kicked her legs forward. Her boot-clad feet swung back and forth through the air. Kyle approached.

“Kneel,” she ordered.

Following orders, he got down to his knees and lowered his head before her.

“Acknowledge me when I speak to you,” she frowned.

“Yes Mrs. Vipress…”

“Mistress works well enough.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Kyle hated the words as they exited his mouth. He felt humiliated.

“Now then, pledge your allegiance,” Vipress stuck out one of her boot-clad feet, “And seal it with a kiss.”

Protesting would only cause trouble. Kyle knew that this woman could kill him in an instant. Worse, he feared she would backtrack on her promise to hire him. He really needed that money. Shit. He now realized that he feared poverty over **** itself- and she could sense it.

“I pledge my loyalty to you, Mistress.”

He leaned forward and planted a kiss upon the heel of Vipress’ boot.

“Perfect!” she grinned, “Let’s move on."