Chapter #6Inside The Bottle by: Rita   "What is that?" Pete asked, as he examined the intricately designed oil lamp, "Is that a genie bottle?"
"It's a genie lamp, you simpleton," Gene arrogantly said, and handed the lamp to Pete, "Now you are going to see if it's real. You are going to rub that thing, let the genie out, and I'm going to have my three wishes. Got it?
"Well, why don't you just rub it?" Pete asked the obvious, "Why am I even a part of this?"
"Because moron, I would look pretty stupid if it didn't work out," Gene said, confusing Pete with his logic, "Now rub it, or I'm going to break open your skull," Pete, not having many other options, played along with Gene’s stupid game. He held the lamp steady with his left hand, and rubbed it with his right. His hands glided up and down the smooth metal, but nothing happened. Pete look back at Gene, who just said, "Try doing it faster," Pete, with annoyed grunt, rubbed the lamp as vigorously as he could, but again, there was no reaction.
"Are you happy dickhead? You found a piece of junk under a bridge and made me rub it. Can I go home..." Pete was cut off when the lamp released a large plume of pink gas. Before either of the teenagers could react, the pink cloud had completely surrounded Pete's body. Pete vision was almost completely blurred by the pink fumes, the only thing visible was a vague image of Gene, smiling with excitement. And as soon as the gas had finished coming out, it started to pull itself back in, bringing Pete along with it. Pete was helpless as the gas forced him into the opening of the bottle. He could feel his body shrink and stretch in order to be shoved in there. As he was being crammed inside, Pete closed his eyes and hoped this was all a terrible dream.
...
When Pete opened his eyes, he found himself inside a large round room. Although there were no windows or light fixtures, the entire room was brightly lit. The walls were lined with pictures of what seemed like random locations, from the Great Pyramid Of Giza, to the Big Ben in London. Pete tried to stand up, but found it hard to balance himself. Pete looked to the floor and saw it was completely covered in decorative pillows. Pete, unable to find his footing, tripped and fell into the large pile of cushions. Pushing himself back up, Pete could hear a woman giggle at him coming from the center of the room. Pete's mouth went agape when he noticed a voluptuous women, wearing only what Pete could described as a half finished princess Jasmine costume, lounging in the middle of the room.
"Don't feel embarrassed, master," The woman said reassuringly, "This room isn't really meant for standing,"
"Oh my god, you're a genie!," Pete said, having a small revelation, "You're an actual genie! I can't believe it!"
"Well believe it, master," She shrugged, clearly not as amazed as Pete was, "My name is Nihad and I'm the genie of this lamp. I will grant you three wishes, follow any order you command, and be your personal consort. That's my job."
"Woah woah, wait," Pete said, having trouble not staring at the woman's breasts, "Grant my wishes? Aren't you supposed to be granting Gene's wishes? He's the one who found the lamp."
"Of course not, master," Nihad shook her head, "The one who rubs the lamp is the master. It doesn’t matter who found it. If you would like, you could ask what your friend would like, and then you can wish for him,"
"Ugh," Pete grumbled, taking a brief break from staring at the busty woman, "Gene is not my friend,"
"He's not?" Nihad looked confused, "But he gave you the genie lamp as a present. A long time ago, this was considered as a royal gesture."
"This wasn't one of those," Pete brought his attention back to the partially clothed genie, "He didn't even know if your lamp was genuine or not. In order to save himself from looking foolish, he forced me to rub it. The guy is an ass,"
"How rude!" Nihad was deeply offended, "I can tell from your tone that this young man has bothered you before. Listen master, I've been a genie for 1,200 years and in that time I've become an excellent judge of character. After meeting so many different people, I can immediately tell who is decent and who is corrupt. And you, master, are a good man. You don't deserve to be treated this way."
"Well, that's nice of you to say," Pete tried his best to look Nihad in the face, "But it's not like I can do anything about it."
"I think you can, master," Nihad deviously grinned, "You have me now. I can help you bend this world into any shape you want. Any desire, any need, and any pain you may want, I can give you immediately. There are no rules and I won’t judge you. And if you wanted to take justice into your own hands, I would be more than willing to oblige you, master."
"Huh," Nihad gave Pete the idea of a lifetime. This had been the first moment since Pete had met Gene that he had felt like he was in control. Anything Pete could imagine would come true, and it didn't matter how much money Gene's family had, Pete was more powerful than anyone now. Pete could makes himself a movie star, or become a king, literally anything could happen. Pete began to tremble at the possibilities, but tried to his best to relax. The world's at my fingertips Pete looked down at his hands and clenched them tightly, Time for Gene to get what's coming to him   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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