Samantha's turn

"BEGONE."

Samantha's surroundings changed instantly. Taking a step back in shock, she stumbled over some clothes that had been left on the ground and fell over. She was back in her room. After acclimating to her new location, Samantha let out a shaky breath. She never would have told the other girls, but as soon as that genie showed up, she became very afraid. Pulling out her phone, she texted her friends.

Sam: wtf i jst appeared back in my room wbus

She made her way into the kitchen as her thumbs moved. There were things on the floor all over, only half of them belonging to her. Her phone dinged as she started to make dinner.

Ky: im home 2. u ok?

Samantha let out a small sigh of relief. She had been worried the genie treated her friends worse than her after she left. With the stress lifting off her shoulders, she slipped back into her old routines.

Sam: that sux. im fine except i keep tripping over all the bullshit the freak left at my place

Ky: i still cant she moved in wth u lmao

Samantha grinned at the memory of watching someone try to use a key on a door that she and her friends had changed the locks on. The video of her breaking down into tears had spread like wildfire across the school.

Finished making dinner, Samantha sat down on her couch and began to eat as she continued to text with Kyleigh. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she used some paper towel to cover a large strap-on dildo sitting on her side table. Her and her friends had found it hidden in the freak's bag and had taken turns posing and taking photos with it.

Her phone dinged again as someone else texted her. It was the captain of the basketball team, Kevin.

Kev: hey, you there?

Samantha brushed her hair out of her face, seized by a sudden intensity. He was taking the initiative! He must have broken up with his shitty ass girlfriend and was looking for someone better.

Sam: yeah, what's up cutie? ;)

She rapped her fingers on her side table as she waited for a response. Frustrated by the length it took him to write again, she watched the ellipses appear and disappear as he wrote and deleted messages. Finally, another text came through.

Kev: sorry, this is kind of awkward for me to say but you know my sister? she's friends with this girl named hazel and she said she's been crying for days over something. she didn't say anything else about it but she thinks that you and alexis and kyleigh and maria did something to upset her. idk if you did anything or not but my sisters really upset so regardless i dont think we can be seen talking for the next while

She pounded the armrest of her couch.

"That bitch!"

Seized by a sudden urge, she picked up some clothes from the ground and walked over to the garbage with a cold smile on her face. She would save some to burn, sure, but the girls would get a kick out of seeing them in the trash, and a larger kick out of it when the freak saw it. It would be more cruel for the weights sitting on the floor to end up in the garbage, but Samantha had already tried to pick those up and failed.

She used her foot to open the garbage can and started to move the clothes over. Suddenly, her arms stopped listening to her and froze up. Terrified again, Samantha tried desperately to move her arms, before pulling away from the garbage with a gasp and falling over from the sudden momentum. Crawling backwards on her hands, she only stopped when her back was against the wall, breathing shallowly as she stared at the ominous magical... trash can.

Her phone beeped again, causing her to jump.

Hazel: Sam, I'm sorry for bothering you still. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I hope you can forgive me. I really enjoyed the time we spent together. I was hoping you could let me come pick up some of my stuff. The weights I brought over are expensive, and I can't afford to get another pair right now. Please? I'm sorry again.

Hazel: Are you ignoring me? I defended you, you know. Abby said you were a mean bitch who wouldn't ever text back now that you'd gotten what you wanted and I told her off. Please, just tell me what's going on. I miss you.

Gritting her teeth in anger, she typed out a response.

LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FUCKING FREAK! I NEVER LIKED YOU AND NO ONE EVER WILL

Maybe being this mean to her would get the message across. But as her thumb moved over to the send button, her hand froze. She panicked again.

Her mind worked overtime as she finally pieced together what was happening. Libby had wished for some bullshit like this, hadn't she? Where she couldn't be mean? Samantha thought it had only applied to Alexis, but it looked like she had been included in the wish, too.

Whatever, then. If she couldn't be mean in the message, the next best thing was to ignore her. Samantha deleted the message she had written out and tried to turn off her phone. Her hand stopped her again.

"Fucking now what?"

She re-read the message Hazel had sent her before letting out a groan. Abby had called her a mean bitch who wouldn't text Hazel back. If she didn't text Hazel back, it would be 'mean'. So she couldn't send a mean text, and she couldn't ignore the text. She was trapped.

In one last attempt to resist, Samantha decided that she would pretend to write a message, writing and deleting the same line until Hazel blocked her. She did this for twenty minutes, pettily smiling as she did. When she was finally starting to get tired of it, her phone dinged. Hoping it was a notifaction that she had been blocked, Samantha lifted the phone to her face.

The Great and Powerful Genie of the Lamp of Astujara, Fleshbinder, She Who Rends All, Al'Rinda: MORTAL! THIS SEEMS LIKE A CONFLICT THAT I CAN HELP YOU RESOLVE IN PERSON. I INSIST.

The chat between her and Hazel had changed into a group chat. Samantha shrieked and chucked her phone away from her as it began emanating a purple smoke. She tried to open her door and flee, but it wouldn't budge. Putting her back to the door, she watched as the smoke condensed into the form she dreaded most.

Al'Rinda materialized, orange eyes blazing as she watched Samantha cower in fear.

"MORTAL."

Her voice boomed as she pinned the girl in place with her eyes.

"I SEE YOUR DEGENERACY HAS NO END."

"G-great Al'Rinda! I- this is a misunderstanding! I d-"

"SILENCE."

Samantha's mouth snapped shut as soon as the word came out of Al'Rinda's mouth. She tried to pry it open with her hands, but her lips were stuck together as if glued. Al'Rinda walked forward and took the girls chin in her hand, voice now no louder than a whisper.

"This Abby, she claims that this, Has-elle, has been wronged by you. Is that true?"

Samantha desperately shook her head no.

"Then we are at an impasse. We must reach a conclusion in the devil's infernal palace, where the most evil of creatures work and revel in. The courtroom!"

Smoke billowed out of Al'Rinda's form as Samantha stumbled forwards, arms reaching out to try to grab onto something. They finally grabbed hold of a wooden platform as she found herself standing in the center of a courtroom, in the defendant's stand. Behind her sat Al'Rinda, dressed in a sexily bastardized version of a judge's robes. With deep cleavage and a high finish, the robes showed off more of her ethereal skin than it covered.

"Court is now in session. Samantha, you have been charged with wronging an innocent mortal. How do you plead?"

"N-not guilty."

"Very well. Let us hear from the victim, then."

Al'Rinda lifted a comically large purple gavel from behind the judge's seat and slammed it onto the sound block, producing a gunshot-like sound.

As the sound rang out, Hazel appeared in the witness stand. The 6 foot something muscular girl looked extremely out of place in her shorts and loose t-shirt. Her ginger hair, falling just past her shoulders, trailed behind her as her hazel eyes, the source of her name, cast around the room rapidly. There were streaks down her face where it was clear she had been crying.

"What the fuck? Where-"

"Hazel! Please, tell them I didn't d-"

"ORDER."

Al'Rinda pounded with the gavel again. Both girls magically fell silent and snapped to attention on Al'Rinda. Samantha shivered in place.

"Good. Witness, I must have truth in my courtoom. Do you agree to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth to this court?"

"I-I think I'm supposed to swear on something." Hazel said, gulping, looking over at Samantha.

"That won't be necessary. You need only agree."

"Okay, um, I agree."

Al'Rinda slammed her gavel down again. The mortals jumped as a smoky purple choker appeared around Hazel's neck. She tried to speak, but nothing came out.

"Mortal! Abby has put forth that the defendant has wronged you. What, to the best of your understanding, has she done?"

As soon as Al'Rinda was done speaking, Hazel's mouth began to move. Shocked, she tried to cover it with her hands, but the words came out unobstructed anyway.

"A month and a half ago, Samantha reached out to me. She said she knew I was having trouble making friends ever since moving here at the start of the year, and asked if I wanted to get dinner with her to get to know her. I accepted, and since then, we have gone out for dinner or lunch multiple times, where I paid every time. I tried to bring our relationship to the next level several times, and while Samantha always said that she wasn't ready for physical contact yet, she said liked me and soon she would be and she needed to build up her nerve."

As she spoke, tears started to roll down Hazel's face once again.

"Last week, Samantha invited me to move in with her. She said it would make her more comfortable around me. I acccepted, and cancelled my lease and moved all my things inside her house. I spent one night in her house, and the next day, when I came back from school, I was locked out. All the locks had been changed. I knocked on the door for hours, and then saw Alexis hiding down the hallway, where she had been recording me the entire time. The next day, *hic* when I got to school, everyone had se- *hic*, everyone had seen the video and was, *hic*, laughing at me."

Hazel was struggling to get the words out now. Al'Rinda's face was upset as the tears kept coming.

"Perfect speech," Al'Rinda muttered as she discreetly cast magic. She glanced at the girl sitting in the defendant's chair, whose face was completely white.

"Samantha said it was her first time with a girl, and I wanted it to be more familiar for her since she was already dragging her feet and taking a risk on me, so I worked up the courage to buy a strap-on from the sex store near my old apartment. They took it out of my bag and sent that around school too, and everyone is calling me a slut and a pervert and -"

"Okay, Hazel, that is all I need to hear. You're doing great. I only need to ask you one more question. How do you feel about all this?"

"I just wanted to be happy! I've tried so hard to make friends and relationships but no one wants to get near me! And now I'll never be in a happy relationship because everyone thinks I'm some pervent who buys sex toys!"

Hazel fell to her knees, covering her eyes with her hands and bawling. Al'Rinda appeared in front of her and gave her a hug as the girl wept on her shoulder. After a few minutes, Hazel stood up, sniffing. Al'Rinda teleported back into the judge's seat.

"Samantha. Do you have any refutations to the statements made by the victim, or excuses for your behaviour should you accept them?"

"It-it wasn't my fault! Alexis made me do it! I didn't want to-"

"At this point, the court will take your phone into evidence."

Samantha's phone, which she hadn't even realized was back in her hand, vanished.

"Around a month and a half ago, you sent these messages: 'wouldn't it be funny if we fucked up that new bitch', 'i caught her looking at me', 'im gonna curb stomp her heart into pieces lmaooo'. Do you accept this evidence?"

"Th-that was, uh, that was Alexis! She sent those from my phone and-"

Al'Rinda's gavel sounded out, forcing silence from Samantha.

"No fingerprints save yours have been found on this phone. Defendant, you have been found to be an untrustworthy witness, and as such, we will take the victim's words as fact. I will need a moment to deliberate on my ruling."

Al'Rinda closed her eyes, then immideately banged her gavel once, twice, five times.

"GUILTY! OBVIOUSLY GUILTY! BEYOND ANY DOUBT!"

Samantha cowered at the rage from the genie, hiding behind the stand. Al'Rinda turned to Hazel.

"I shall deal with you first, mortal. What reparations do you require to deal with this?"

The purple choker remained around Hazel's neck as she spoke.

"I just want to be in a relationship. I've wanted someone to love ever since I was little."

Al'Rinda rapped her fingers.

"And of the defendant? What do you seek in recompense?"

"I don't need anything from her."

"Are all mortals like this these days? Fine. Here are the reparations awarded to you by the court: by the end of the day, you will be in a happy relationship. Additionally, all photos and memories everyone except Samantha has of the dildo being discovered and passed around shall be erased. I would erase the entire memory of her relationship with you, but I don't think that you want that and it's too integral to your personality now to erase. Finally, all memories of my involvement in these affairs shall be removed, except for the catharsis you received from crying out all those feelings. Do you have any objections?"

"No, your Honor," Hazel said as the smoky choker disappeared from around her neck. "Th-thank you so much! And what the FUCK IS GOIN-"

Hazel vanished. Al'Rinda turned towards Samantha, and her orange eyes betrayed her furious expression.

"As for you, my defendant. The court determines that you..."