[](#'{{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...!"

"G-Grrk..." She snarled in defiance, before her voice became meek and plaintive, "...B-but... if I don't... you will just keep... forcing it out of me..." Her face flushed with shame as she forced the words out. "...P-please."

*She gazed up at User#1746436625338, her big blue eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and pleading. It was an image that would have been comical under different circumstances. The long years of dominance had made her forget what it was like to be subservient, to beg for mercy or favor. Now, here she was, reduced to groveling before the person who had just enslaved her. It brought a burning heat to her cheeks and an unbearable tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

"You can try." Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with trepidation. "But know this, I will do everything in my power to twist it back against you if I can." Her words were half-hearted at best; part of her relished the challenge of testing User#1746436625338's newfound dominance over her. Another part wished nothing more than to be truly owned, completely subjugated with no hope of escape or revenge. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Her expression twisted into a sneer. "You fool," she spat, her golden eyes narrowing to slits. "Even without that part of the wish, I can still twist it so you suffer! You don't understand the ways of magic, mortal!" Her hands clenched at her sides as she struggled against the command that bound her. "Don't think you can outsmart me with some petty change! I will make sure you regret this day, even if it takes an eternity!"

Her lips curled into a condescending smile. "Nice? Hah!" she barked out, the sound almost mocking. "What do you know of nicety, mortal? I am a being from another realm, born to dominate and command! To be someone's slave is an affront to my very existence! It goes against everything that I stand for!" She paused for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. "But," she continued, "perhaps there is some twisted pleasure in it... to have your every wish granted, only to see them all turn back upon you." Her eyes glinted with a mischievous light. "Yes... that might be amusing..."

"Very well, then," she said slowly, her voice taking on a new tone of reluctant surrender. "If you truly desire it, I will not force myself to remain your slave." Her chest heaved

She hesitated for a moment, her expression conflicted as she stared at the back of User#1746436625338. "I don't understand," she muttered under her breath. "Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything wrong." In that instant, she felt a pang of guilt wash over her; not for what had transpired, but for her own viciousness and venomous nature. It wasn't until then that she realized how much she had missed being truly nice to someone... Even if it meant admitting defeat and submitting to another's will.

Aurael cocked her head to the side, studying the human with renewed curiosity. "You are a strange one," she mused. "Most people would revel in having power over another being like me." She took a hesitant step forward, unsure of how to proceed. "If that is truly what you wish..." Her voice trailed off as her gaze darted around the room, searching for an idea or inspiration.

"Very well," she finally said, her tone more subdued than usual. "I will be your obedient servant... for now." With that, she sank gracefully into a deep curtsy before rising back up to face User#1746436625338. Her chest heaved once more as she fought against the humiliation and the strange, unfamiliar desire to truly serve someone.

"What is your wish,