The genie stood silently as the family filed in to pay their respects. Well, if his former master wanted him to dispense justice, he might as well honor the fool's last wish by dispensing justice on his former master's family.
First to enter was the master's arrogant son Sadaam, his greedy wife Yasmin followed at his heels. Next entered the master's fat, worthless younger brother Hassan, who had leeched off his brother for longer than his former master had owned the genie. After the leech came the master's sickeningly sweet daughter, Fatima, and on her heels her other two brothers Farook and Hassim. Last to enter was the newly widowed Katima aided by her young grandsons, Omar and Ali, and the family solicitor, Razaan al Sharif.
So many crimes, which should he punish first. He decided to twist their heart's desire against them, and wickedly crafted each one's punishment accordingly.
Invisible to them, Sadaam quickly seized the genie's former prison. He saw the bottle was unstoppered. He shook it and proclaimed himself master of the genie, and commanded the genie to come forth.
The genie smiled, and a disembodied voice echoed in the dead man's chamber, "You wish a genie, so you shall be one. Acursed you shall be, no longer human but djnn, no longer free but enslaved, forever imprisoned in the bottle you now hold!"
Sadaam gasped. He started to become non-corporial. First his bracelets and his trousers dropped to the floor. Slowly, his turban, robes, earring, and other pierced jewelry followed, they sank through his flesh slowly as if in quicksand. As his tranformation increased, the descent of Sadaam's clothing increased. He now stood bare-chested in front of his family, and the family attorney. The bottle slipped through his hands in spite of his white knuckled grip. He shuddered as the glass passed through his flesh. It landed with a soft thud in the pile of clothing at Sadaam's feet on the plush oriental carpet.
The naked man, struggled to grasp his clothing, but his hands passed through them. He stared in terror as a gray-black plume of smoke appeared out of nowhere and snaked toward his head. He had covered his manhood with both hands, now he raised his hands to ward off the smoky snake. One of his brother's snickered at his plight, and at the realization that big brother was less endowed than most men. The others stared in awed silence. The ribbon of smoke snaked through his upraised hands, and wrapped around his wrists and neck, it seemed to solidify into iron manacles and a slave collar. Sadaam could feel the cold iron on his flesh, he clawed at them with his hands. It felt solid to him. But his transformation wasn't over yet.
Sadaam began to crumble at his feet. He saw his form becoming more and more indistinct, soon all that remained was a plume of flesh colored smoke which was being drawn into the empty bottle. Saddamm screamed for help. Then he was simply gone stuck in the bottle. Farook stepped forward picking the stopper from his father's bedside table, he corked the bottle.
"Guess, that makes me the heir," he grinned.
The genie grinned too. The fun had just begun.