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How to use your Genie

... be a lot of fun."

But as he reveled in his new playground, my thoughts were with Emily. That young, innocent girl, so drastically changed in just a day's time. My heart ached for her. The guilt of not being able to prevent her from this predicament ate at me. But in this twisted dynamic, all I could do was watch and obey.

As I watched John inspect each toy with gleeful enthusiasm, Emily sat on a plush chair at the corner of the room, her eyes darting nervously. She looked lost, like a small bird that had accidentally flown into a cage and couldn't find its way out. The shift in her demeanor since last night was profound. What was once an energetic, rebellious spirit was now subdued, replaced with uncertainty and trepidation.

"Jeanie," John beckoned, his voice echoing through the chamber, "Which one of these do you think will be Emily's favorite?" He grinned, holding up a rather intimidating-looking toy.

I suppressed a sigh. "I don't know, John. She's still new to all of this."

"Well, we'll just have to find out, won't we?" he mused, his eyes fixed intently on Emily.

"John," I began cautiously, trying to keep any trace of emotion from my voice, "Maybe we should go slow. Give her time to adjust."

He looked at me sharply. "You questioning me, Jeanie?"

"No, John," I replied, averting my gaze. "I just thought..."

He waved his hand dismissively. "You're here to serve, not to think. Remember that."

Emily's eyes were fixed on me, a silent plea. I could ...

... feel her terror, her anxiety. This connection he forced upon us ensured that. It wasn't just about the physical anymore. Our emotions were intertwined, and every spike of fear or pain she felt, I felt too.

There was a tense silence in the room. I could sense John's impatience growing, but for a brief moment, he seemed to be in deep thought. Finally, he let out a deep sigh. "Alright, we'll take a break for now. But later," he paused, looking directly at Emily, "we'll continue our exploration."

Relief washed over Emily's face, and I too felt a momentary respite. But I knew it was only temporary. Until John's next whim, we were trapped in this relentless game, with no way out.

The weight of the room shifted noticeably as John exited, leaving just the two of us in the dimly lit space. The vast array of toys loomed ominously around us, the very sight of them both intimidating and alluring.

"Emily," I began, keeping my voice low, "are you okay?"

She blinked back tears, her voice a shaky whisper. "I... I don't know, Jeanie. It's all so much. I never imagined any of this."

I walked closer to her, sensing the whirlwind of emotions she was going through. "I know, sweetheart. And I'm so sorry you got dragged into this. I should've tried harder to protect you."

She shook her head, biting her lip. "It's not your fault, Jeanie. You're just as trapped as I am." Her eyes flitted around the room, settling on some of the larger toys. "I never thought I'd say this, but... ...