Trickey #17
"What?" You shriek, turning on the genie ferociously. "You said that I could go if I did what you asked! I would be free! I demand that you release me and transform me back into my human, male self immediately! Keep your word!"
"Ah, ah, ah," the genie says snidely, wagging his finger at you mockingly, gathering up the items into the satchel again and holding it away from you, for you seem to desire leaping for what you had fairly earned. "I said that I 'might' change you back. You haven't done enough yet: I am not satisfied."
Snarling, you jump forward but the genie merely dissipates into a cloud of smoke, reforming a few meters away and laughing mockingly with his display.
"Goodbye, sphinx," he chuckles lowly. "I shall return at my leisure tomorrow. Be ready."
The genie then performs another of his marvelous disappearing acts, as you think to yourself bitterly, and you know that, somewhere, he is bending over the rare jewels and artifacts that you collected for him, risking life and limb at his whim. Flicking your ears curiously, you fancy that you can hear him gleefully congratulating himself over your finds, claiming that he will never release you from his collection, despite what he has said to you in good faith. Your back stiffens and you dig your claws into the ground, equal amounts of fury and despair swelling in your chest.
You will never be released: you are far too valuable already.
Written by Amethyst Mare on 21 July 2012
The end (for now)