Him.

"I..."

For a moment, Jo's mind blanks.

Happy?

What would make her happy?

This terrible nightmare feels like it's been going on for ever, she can't even remember what happiness feels li-

(That's a lie.)

Jo remembers -

~ the choked moan as his strong, calloused hand roughly groped her tender breasts, her traitorous body going hot, her groin suddenly and humiliatingly wet... ~

--remembers--

~ his lips on her, forcing a deep and passionate french kiss that Jo can't help but reciprocate... ~

Jo stared at Petra, blinking back tears, breath coming in short gasps as she fought for air against the restrictions of the corset, the weight of her breasts.

"It's him, isn't it?" Petra says, nodding knowingly.

Jo opens her mouth wordlessly, then looks away, grabbing at her head.

Wrong... This is all so wrong...!

Petra moves behind her and gives her a push. The music swells and Jo feels her heels bury themselves in the red carpet as she begins to take step after step down the aisle.

Towards him.

"He is what makes you happiest."

"Ngh..." Jo groans, trying to deny it, it's not true it's not -

Jo remembers -

~ his breath in her ear as he whispered her new name, the name he gave her, that he **** on her...

"My pretty Jo... my sweet bride..."~

--remembers -

~ kneeling in front of him, looking up at his... his... ~

--remembers

~ feeling the shaft of his manhood pass slowly over her soft, full lips, the feel and taste of them making her gag, making her droll, making her need...~

And then, Jo is right in front of him.

Him.

The one who made her this way.

The one who made her a woman.

The one who made her his bride.

The who makes Jo so... so...

• angry -

~ h ~

• scared -

~ a ~

• helpless -

~ p ~

• needy -

~ p ~

• horny -

~ y ~

"... Bastian..." Jo whispers. The worst possible answer. The only possible answer.

A tear trickles down your smooth cheek as you hear Petra whisper into your ear.

"Welcome to your happy ending... Jo Helmsley."