Jo is unable to resist

With a strangled cry, Jo fiunds herself staggering to her feet. Unwillingly, she sets the phone to take photos automatically and to simultaneously transcribe her words.

She tried with all her strength to resist, and if anyone could see her they would see a woman who jerked mechanically from pose to pose like the key frames of an animation. But the pictures would only show her beauty, her grace, her elegance as she slowly dressed herself for her wedding. For her man.

The pictures would show a blushing bride.

The words would tell... a different story.

"I hate you.

With every fiber of my being, I hate you.

I hate what you've done to me. What you've taken from me.

I was a man!

Was.

A man.

I was going to be a husband.

How could you?

How could you do this?

How could you **** me to become this...

To become this soft...

Yielding...

Needing..."