"Yes," John whispers.

"Y-Yes," John whispers.

"Say it," says Petra. "What are you?"

"I..."

What choice did John have? If they knocked her out again, what would she wake up as? A nightmarish image of waking up to Bastian's naked body looming abover her flashes into her mind, and is quickly suppressed.

She needed to play along until she found a way out of this.

"I'm a bride," she whispers, cheeks going red.

"Yes," agrees Petra. "An exquisitely beautiful one. We did a fine job on you... you're more womanly than a woman born."