Wishes 101?

You check your schedule and see that your next class is called 'Wishes 101' and wonder if you aren't still a little fuck fugued. You could have sworn your next class was...something about wishes? No, that doesn't sound right, or more confusingly, it does, but also wrong. You keep going back and forth in an internal, infernal debate, but you can't make heads or tails of it and you reach your next class with your head hazy.

You don't see anyone roaming the halls, outside the solid steel door of the classroom, and you tell yourself it's just because everyone is already inside, but you don't believe it for a second. You strain to open the door and shudder and jump as it SLAMS behind you. You could swear you hear a latch locking, but you tell yourself that it's just your imagination.

You are less reassured when you look around the room and no one is there but the sizzling shefreet, standing tall and proud at the head of the class in front of a scrawled 'Possessor Allie'. Her skin is solid black, and that's rock solid and shiny with fiery red cracks running down to her fiery crotch and flaming locks of hair. Her eyes burn bright and her smile is warm, but not welcoming, as she announces, "Have a seat, Jordan. I've etched out a little time in your schedule using my ancient energies to twist reality itself. I guess you could say I'm a little twisted."

Her voice is as cracked as her skin and carries a crazed edge to it. You can't tell if she is being sarcastic, serious, or if she's seriously psycho. Whatever is wrong with her, you don't want to piss off a creature that can mess with the almighty authority of an unholy university's scheduling system. You make your way to the head of the class, sitting in the chair she's pointing to. When you are seated, she continues, "As I was saying, this is a class I made just for you. You interest me. I love artifice and disguise, and how it so often reveals our truest selves. Plus, you look like you've got that psych ward grip pussy and I like it like that."

Oooookay...so definitely psycho. You wish that made you less slick and squirmy, but Allie certainly does have that Ghoul Interrupted vibe going for her. You know better than to run or try and take her head on. She outmatches you in every way. The best you can hope for is to keep a clear head and hope for a way to win whatever game she has in mind, or at least walk away with your heart still in your chest. "I would tell you not to look so scared, but honestly you look so cute when you quiver I could eat you up." Allie licks her lips and smiles to show off her fangs so you know that she could if she wanted to. "But I'm just funning you. I'm here to grant you a wish!"

That's almost scarier than getting eaten up. You've seen enough anthology series with ironic twist endings to know to trust a jinn's wish. You might as well fist yourself with a monkey's paw. Making it worse is that half your blood is rushing to your cheeks and the other half to your warm, wet,wanting loins as the sizzling psycho has you scared "stiff". Even knowing she probably plans to eat you over an open fire, you can't help but be drawn to her flame.

"You get three wishes! Just like the story with the twink and the lamp!" Allie coos cruelly as you wait with baited breath to for her to reel you in. Only I get to pick your three wishes and you choose one between them!" You try and fail to suppress a whimper and the shefreet laughs, "Hah haaah haaaa! It's so much more fun when you know it's a trap ahead of time! Alright, smart little sucku'boi', I'll give you a one in three chance to guess right. Do you wish for ultimate power? Fame and riches untold? Or do you just want to admit you lose and beg me to do my worst to you?"

Your heart races and your head spins...how does she know your secret? Is there really a chance to escape? If so, why do all three sound like such obvious traps?! What do you wish for?!!