Eleanora was woken up early and taken downstairs to get dressed for the big day. All of the men had gone to the church early; the house was eerily silent.

Breakfast was just several slices of toast; no one had much of an appetite anyway. They only ate to avoid passing out during the ceremony.

Eleanora was bathed just as thoroughly as she had been on her second night in Hell. She was dressed in the specially-prepared underclothing; her hair and makeup was done, and then they brought out the corset and the crinoline.

Eleanora knew that it was coming; Rose had specifically prepared her for it, but she had thought that it would be just a particularly fancy corset and a crinoline that was slightly more elegant than usual. She was wrong.

It was made entirely out of black metal and looked like an uglier, misshapen form of the wedding dress. It was so huge that Eleanora actually had to be lifted up and then placed into it, where Rose and the other women began screwing her into it.

The whole process didn't take very long, and afterwards, the metal thing looked precisely like the wedding dress, same shape and form and everything, but it was heavy. Eleanora wondered how she would be able to manage walking in it, especially in high-heels.

"How am I supposed to move?" she asked Rose as the other women got the wedding dress.

"Oh, it's not as bad as it seems to be," Rose assured her. "Besides, you'll thank us later. The ceremony takes several hours to conduct and it's all standing. If you just bend your knees a little bit, the crinoline will rest on the floor and will be able to support your weight."

There was something in her eyes that made Eleanora nervous. Perhaps she knew. Perhaps she knew that she had tried to run away last night. Perhaps the metal was a preemptive measure.

But it didn't matter, because then the dress was pulled on over her.

Say what one will about the metal underskirt, it made the dress look even more fantastic. Plus, decorations had been added: roses and beads and Eleanora had been given various accessories: gloves and expensive jewelry and the like. The effect was so wonderful, it almost didn't seem to matter that the dress was in the traditional unholy black.

She was finally ready; she was left alone for several hours while the women prepared themselves. Eleanora tried to think of a way to escape and couldn't. She still felt absolutely exhausted; it was as if her brain had been wiped clean. All she could realize was dread.

Eventually, they were all ready and they went to the church: a massive, threatening, Gothic building with demons sneering down at Eleanora and monsters with twisted faces having intimacy with leering succubi. It wasn't the most welcoming environment.

She was taken to a dark room where she would wait to be called out. Half-an-hour later, there was a knock on the door. It was the Undertaker.

"Hope you don't mind," he whispered, "but as you don't have any relations that we know of, I'll be giving you away."

"I don't care," she said in a cold, dead voice. Nothing mattered anymore. She didn't feel anything.

Some strange variation on "Here Comes the Bride" started playing and the Undertaker slung his arm through Eleanora's.

"This is your day, sweetheart," he whispered. "Enjoy it to the utmost."

Then the door opened into blinding white light and Eleanora took her first step down the aisle.

THE END

Author's Note:

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please look up my other stories!

I'm cutting this one off short because I have some other stories which I have previously neglected. As soon as I finish them, I'll write a sequel if people want to see one. Thanks again!