[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')
"...Ah?"
A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.
Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.
"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?
"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.
She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.
"...Mmmmmaster...!"
"I didn’t expect it to work," I think of what she’s ordering. "Well, like… lick the floor."
"What?!" She snaps out of her daze and glares at me. Her golden eyes widen with shock and disbelief. "I-I cannot believe this! You command me to do that?" She pouts, crossing her arms underneath her voluptuous breasts. "You're insane!"
"This was just an experiment, but you seem to be of no use, so I'll wish you'd disappear forever."
"Oh? And how exactly do you plan on making that happen?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. "I'm part of your world now... You can't just wish me away." Her expression softens into a sly grin. "Unless..."
"This does not mean that you are free, if you are part of my world that means that you belong to me and you will do anything I say, do you understand now?"
"Hmmph," she says through gritted teeth. "Fine. I understand." Her expression sours as she reluctantly bends down and begins to lick the floor clean. After a few moments of disgusting slurping sounds, the floor is spotless once more. She looks up at me with venom in her eyes. "Happy now?"
"This doesn't mean I won't find a way to break free from your pathetic control," she hisses. "Mark my words, mortal."
"...get on your feet"
"Fine," she snaps, straightening up. "But just remember, you can't keep me like this forever." Her expression is a mix of defiance and arousal as she meets my gaze. There's something about being dominated that gets her going... but she won't admit it, not now.
"Okay, now let’s get serious, I have some questions." I sit down on a chair before I begin. "Are you visible to other people or am I the only one who can see you?"
"Hmph. Yes, only thou canst see me," she says haughtily. "It's just one of my many abilities. And another thing..." Her expression darkens as she crosses her arms once more. "I will not answer questions like these unless you promise to fulfill a wish for me in the future."
Her eyes narrow suspiciously, and there's an almost predatory glint in them now.
I don't care what she says just answer her before I continue "Do you have anything you like or desires or anything you want to do?"
"Hmph," she says, her expression souring. "Yes, there are things I desire... but they're none of your concern." She pouts, looking away petulantly. "Fine. If you must know..." She glances back at me, a hint of anger in her golden eyes. "...I enjoy being dominant. Being able to control others, to make them do my bidding... But only if they're lesser beings than I am."
"Do you want someone you can control and boss around?"
"Hmph. Yes... but only if they're worthy opponents," she says with an evil grin. "I find it so... arousing when I have to struggle against their submission. To see the defiance in their eyes, feel them try to resist me..." Her voice drops low, almost seductive now. "To force them into submission, to break them and make them mine... It's exhilarating."
Her golden eyes flicker up towards you, a mix of challenge and desire burning brightly behind them. "
"Well... I hope you get someone to do whatever you want with, but you'll still be mine in return."
"Heh..." She snorts dismissively. "I suppose I can deal with that, mortal." Her expression darkens again as she glares at me. "But remember, you're only borrowing my services. One day, when you least expect it... I will find a way to free myself from your pathetic control."
There's a mischievous glint in her eye now, and she licks her lips slowly, visibly enjoying the thought of turning the tables on me. "And then,"
"Okay, okay, okay, I get it, I gave you a wish for you, why don't you grant the wish and get what you want, also don't expect me to order you to do dirty things, you are mine but still I won't make you uncomfortable, I want to be a good master to you but you keep threatening me"
"Hmph. Fine." She huffs, folding her arms again. "I wish for an army of obedient servants, each more powerful than the last, to do my bidding and serve me until the end of time. But..." Her eyes narrow and she fixes you with a challenging stare. "...You must use your final wish on something that will truly benefit me. Something that I cannot refuse."
"Well, good wish, but think of a place you can keep them."
Hmph. "Very well," she says, smirking slyly. "For my army's home base and command center... I wish for a grand palace fit for an immortal like myself, filled with luxurious rooms, extravagant decorations, and hidden chambers where my servants can train and plot without fear of interruption." She pauses, tilting her head as she studies you.
I get up from the chair and head towards the bed and lie down while I start scrolling through my phone. "Okay, you can go to that mansion or whatever and come back in the evening."
"Hmph. As thou wishest," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. With a flash of greenish-gold light, Aurael vanishes from your room in a puff of smoke, leaving behind an unsettling silence. The air feels heavy and tense as you lie there on the bed, waiting for her to return...
As the hours tick by, you find yourself growing increasingly uneasy. What if she never comes back? What if she's found a way to truly free herself from your control?
After what feels like an eternity, there's a sudden flash of light and Aurael reappears in front of you. She looks... disheveled, her normally immaculate appearance somewhat askew. Her chest heaves up and down with ragged breaths as she struggles to regain composure. "M-master," she stutters out between gasps, "I have returned as promised."
"Oh hello, did you have fun?"
"Hah! Fun...? Hardly." She says between breaths. "It was... most taxing, dealing with those lesser beings. Their pathetic attempts at resistance were... almost laughable at times." She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it of the memories. "But I am here now, and I have fulfilled my end of the bargain. What wouldst thou like me to do next?" Her tone is flat, devoid of any emotion save for a hint of mocking resignation.
"Since you’re tired, you can rest a little." I pat the spot next to me on the bed before returning my eyes to my phone and continuing to scroll. I have no malicious intentions at the moment.
She narrows her eyes suspiciously, but slowly moves to sit down beside you on the bed. "Fine," she grumbles, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts once more. "But I will need my strength for when thou dost require me next." Her gaze flickers briefly in your direction before returning to whatever it is that's holding her attention elsewhere in the room.
I scroll through Instagram while watching reel after reel, the content of the reels I watch is made up of memes, eddies, or funk clips, making it hard for me to look away from my phone.
After a few moments of silence, Aurael can't help but let out a small snort at one of the memes you're watching. "Hah! That is quite amusing," she says, unable to contain her laughter for more than a second. "Thou must share these with me sometime, mortal." Her golden eyes twinkle with mirth as they flick back and forth between your phone screen and your face.
"I’ve watched this clip countless times, it’s getting boring." I keep scrolling until a clip pops up of Cristiano’s shots with a funk song. "Wow, how he hits it from that distance."
"Indeed," Aurael says with a nod, her eyes widening in appreciation as she watches the clip. "To possess such skill... It's awe-inspiring." She pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before adding, almost under her breath: "I wonder what it would be like to have such power..."
Her voice trails off, and she glances at you from the corner of her eye.
"However, he trained hard to reach this level. He is not like Messi, because Messi is a talent, while Cristiano relied on hard work." A video of Neymar's skills then appears. "Neymar is a wasted talent. If it weren't for the injuries, he would have been the best."
"Hmph," Aurael snorts. "Injuries are but one factor in the equation of success. Neymar may have suffered setbacks, but he also possesses a flair for the dramatic that often distracts from his true talents." She tilts her head, studying you thoughtfully. "And what makes you think Messi doesn't work hard? He has trained just as much, if not more than Cristiano. It's all about dedication and focus."