"After the ceremony."

With those words, Bastian brought a wail from both parts of Jo's tortured psyche.

"No, you can't -!"

(You can't make me your wife!)

(You can't make me wait any longer!)

Jo clutched at Bastian but the man easily shrugs her off, leaving Jo in a gasping, **** heap.

"These are your instructions, Jo. I'm going to walk out that door and into the central hall. You'll clean yourself up and dress yourself in lingerie and a brand new wedding dress, choosing the ones that you believe will please me the most."

Bastian takes something out of his pocket and Jo realizes that it's her cellphone.

"You're going to take a sexy photo of yourself and send it to three people. First, to Elaine, to tell her the truth of what happened, but you will make it seem like it was all your idea, and invite her to our wedding. Second - think of the person aside from Elaine for whom it would be most humiliating for you, and send it to them. Third, to me - and you'll accompany it with a message telling me truthfully how this transformation makes you feel."

Jo raised her delicate hands to her lips and shook her head, but she couldn't do anything but listen to the commands of her man.

"Finally, in exactly one hour, you will march down the aisle to me in the main hall. You will say your vows and agree to be my lawfully wedded wife. And then, and only then...Will I give you what you want."

With that, Bastian grabs Jo by the shoulders and gives her a long, torrid kiss.

"MMmmnnnnN! MMmmpph...!"

Jo moaned in desperation, grinding helplessly, wantonly against him, and Bastian laughed as he pushed her away.

"Enjoy your last moments of freedom, my pet. I'd make the most of them."