“I am part Djinn now?”“Yes. A Lesser Djinn of Servitude to be exact.”“You turned me into a Djinn slave?” she screeched and launched hersel... at him.He easily fended her off even though his great strength was waning.“Please, Sar-Rah we don’t have much time left before the spell I set puts you and the others into stasis.”She retreated, her glare almost hot enough to melt the skin from his body. “Why would you do this to me? I though you liked me.”“I do this is the only way I could accomplish your. .." she stumbled to halt, it was her turn to be flustered. She'd started now, though by the looks of it perhaps she wished she hadn't, there was no going back. "... were you, erm..." and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. "...excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would forcing her to clarify only. I love women in red undies."He gave her another chance to speak, and she stammered that she didn't have much money now Jason was in prison, she would get a job as soon as she could, but meanwhile she couldn't afford a whole new wardrobe. He smiled as he listened, then casually answered her concern. "You don't need to get another job my dear, you are my wife now, and your duties as a housewife should be enough to keep you occupied. I have already transferred some money into your current account.. Her perfume lingered in the room as I closed my eyes and continued to rub my little hard on. The front door closed and I heard her car leaving the driveway. I began to fall back to sleep.An incoming text jolted me awake. It was from him. 'Good morning, faggot'. I had hoped that he forgot about me and moved on to other things. Obviously he didn't. I texted back 'hello'.He replied 'hello SIR. You will address me as SIR.' 'Yes sir' I replied, then added 'please forgive me sir.' It felt awkward and.