It read... Well, Kate could not say what it read because she felt mesmerized by the words at one. Or rather, the words, mere scribbles, shifted and started a complex, like a dance of commas spinning around and around. Kate was getting hypnotised before she could do anything and the genie's words of concern at her silence could do nothing to snap her out of it. Kayte could not tear her eyes and attention from the circles that swirled and swirled endlessly. They were like little spinning wheels of fire that shone so brightly and were so beautiful... Why would anyone look at anything else in the world? Kate was utterly under the control of the whirling circle of fire and the spell that was activated alongside it. For the writing's deciphering came with a spell, a specific one. Whoever tried to read it would be spirited back to the fay world, from whence it came. From where the genie came from as well, in fact. It went straight back to the warlock who had built and forged the lamp, an artefact magically powerful enough to entrap a genie. He had sold it for a tremendous amount of gold of course, and then the lamp had passed on from hand to hand, until it reached the human world and started to afflict human beings in their own realm. The warlock was prudent enough not to use genie magic, for it too malleable, subject to too many interpretations and very, very unstable. The magic followed the words but not the wisher's intents. The return of the lamp to its own world of origin allowed it to avoid too loose of a control and to stay too long in the human realm, where it could cause a lot more havoc than in the fay realm. And it allowed the warlock to keep track of it. The spell also made the genie cured with forgetting it existed in the first place, hence his ignorance in knowing what was happening to Kate. And the warlock gained a human captive too. Always female since quite a few centuries, but he was aware of the extra-curse thrown in by the disgruntled user. Thus Kate was transported amidst a swirling cloud into the lair of the warlock, utterly unaware of what was occurring to her, still deep into the hypnosis, and genie still asking fretfully what was happening. The warlock raised himself from his parchments and vials and smiled broadly. Another subject. Perfect.