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How to use your Genie

... of going against my previous, reserved persona was thrilling, in a twisted way. The raw power John held over me was undeniable, a truth I was learning to navigate with each passing moment.

It was a twisted game he was playing, one where he held all the cards. I was not his partner, but his plaything. And though it went against everything I had been conditioned to feel, I could not deny the bizarre thrill that came with this newfound dynamic. In the twisted confines of his wishes, I found myself staring at a version of myself I barely recognized, a version that both scared and excited me. The upcoming funeral was bound to be an event like no other. I could only brace myself for what John had in store for me.

The funeral was a somber affair, a stark contrast to the revelry I was accustomed to at the grand events of John's grandfather. As we walked into the grand church, I couldn't help but feel a pang of loss, and a sense of discomfort in my revealing attire. The sea of black clothing, respectful and modest, seemed to swallow us whole, the judgmental glances of those around us, burning into my skin.

I felt completely underdressed, with my attire drawing stares and whispers, making me the center of unwanted attention. But John seemed oblivious to it, his face a mask of impassiveness. I mourned silently for my previous master, a man who was respectful and kind. My heart was heavy with loss, the reality of his absence pressing down on me.

John, on the other hand, ...

... was stoic. No sadness marred his face, no empathy or sympathy touched his eyes. His coldness made me flinch. I had known he was self-centered, but the extent of his apathy was chilling.

The Eulogy was a heartfelt tribute, recounting the many generous deeds of John's grandfather. He had been a man of character, his kindness reaching out to many. As the speaker continued, he dropped a bombshell that left the audience in stunned silence, myself included.

"Upon his death, it was his wish that all his wealth be donated to charity, to help those less fortunate."

The gasps and murmurs that filled the room were a mirror of my shock. The charity part didn’t surprise me; it was like him to think of others. But the fact that all his wealth was going to charity, leaving John with nothing but myself, was unexpected.

John's face remained blank, the news not affecting him as much as I thought it would. His cold demeanor unnerved me, leaving me to wonder what his next command would be, given his newfound state of poverty. As I stood there, under the scrutiny of those around us, and with the weight of my lost master heavy in my heart, I realized that my journey with John was just beginning. There was much more to come, and for the first time in centuries, I felt truly uncertain about the future.

As we slipped into the lavish limousine, I could feel a shift in the atmosphere. The spacious interior, adorned with plush seating and muted lights, felt almost oppressive after the ...