She tells him what he wants to hear.

John sobbed as her helplessness became undeinable. Bastian was so big, so strong, so... manly. There was nothing John could do to keep him from having his way with her, but she also knew that the moment he did so, the moment Bastian claimed her... there would truly be no chance of ever going back.

She'd be a woman. His woman. Forever.

So what could she do but delay the inevitable? Even if it felt like she was betraying her male self.

Like she was playing right into his hands.

Becoming everything he wanter her to be.

"Jo..." she whispered, and even if the name was just a shortened version of her real one, she knew what it meant, and her cheeks flushed with shame. "I'm... I'm Jo..."

She felt Bastian's hand caress her cheek in approval and felt unwanted pleasure pulse through her body.

Yes, Jo. My sweet Jo... And while the ceremony is still to come, you know what your full name is, don't you? You know whom you belong to... don't you?"

She knew. Heaven help her... she knew.

"Say it. Tell me who you are."

"Jo. Jo... Helmsley," she whispered.

And another part of John Anderson died in the flush of embarassed pleasure she felt as the name left her lips.

"My pretty Jo," Bastian whispered, his hot breath on her ear, causing a tingling to run over her body. "My sweet bride. Show me."

Rough hands on her smooth skin again, and Jo moaned.

"Show me that you are mine."