[ WP ] You are granted each wish in the form of an enemy

I've got to hurry and right this, I think the 7th is on his way now, I can feel his influence... But I've just got ta make sure of one thing; no one ever gets ahold of that stupid bottle. If it's got ta end, it should end with me. 
 
 It all started like any other day. Dead-end job, no family, pretty average life. I honestly probably could have had a girl in my life, but I've just never gotten up and tried finding someone. God do I regret that now. What I would n't give to go back and just... But anyway, I was taking the bus to my office downtown, when some nutjob tried stealing my wallet. Can you believe that? Of all people, MY wallet? It must have taken me a day before I realized that's not what his goal was. It was just a distraction, that evil genius. Anyway, the bus stopped as I got my wallet back, so I gathered up my suitcase, and rushed into my office ( I did n't want to deal with anymore people ). How I went the entire work day without noticing the bottle, I'll never know. It was on my way back, when I reached into my pocket to pull out a bus token, when I felt it. 
 
 A simple glass bottle. It seemed full of a smoky liquid, and kind of felt, idk, ominous ( It felt straight evil if I'm to be honest, but I did n't care that much ). I put it back in my pocket, and fiddled with it all the way home. Even with the bad feelings it gave out, it still felt powerful. And I liked that. 
 
 Here's where I fucked up. I could have simply through it away, looked up what it was the internet. But no. I opened it. 
 
 A Genie. A fucking Genie. Some *thing* comes out of the bottle, made of smoke. It simply says in deep voice, `` What is your wish my Lord.'' 
 
 I laughed. It was something out of a movie. And it just looked at me, in what I can only describe as annoyed. 
 `` Okay, what show am I on?'' 
 No response. 
 
 `` How in the hell did someone create this thing...?'' 
 No response. 
 
 `` Fine, I wish for a million dollars.'' Fuck up. Real big fuck up. 
 
 `` Done.'' `` What?'' `` In your bank account. Next wish, my Lord?'' 
 
 I checked, of course, and sure enough, it was ringing up on the website. $ 1,000,000 more than there was this morning. 
 
 `` Fine, I wish for lobster.'' Never had it before, figured, what could be the problem trying it out? 
 REAL big fuck up. 
 
 He laughed. I was n't sure at the time, but now I am. 
 
 `` What? It's not like a million dollars is gon na go as quick as my three wishes.'' 
 
 `` It's not that. In fact, wish as much as you want, my Lord. It's just, usually people stay in one... *area* when they wish. To expand so soon.. I like it.'' 
 
 The lobster was good. What came after, well, not so good. 
 
 The immediate week after I was given the bottle was what you'd expect it to be. I got money, women, you name it. I made wishes I'' m not proud of, and even now wo n't repeat, just because I could. 
 
 And then I noticed them. 
 
 I was walking through the Mall of America when it first happened ( You know how there is nothing on TV when you have 1000's of channels? It's kinda like that when you can do anything; there's nothing to do. SO, I figured why not go the mall? ). He had a white suit. Gold chains. It was obvious he was n't human, and yet no one cared. He was buying everything in sight. But when he saw me, and I saw him, we met eyes. And he laughed. I do n't know why, but I yelled, and ran. I found myself back home. I wrote it off, a daydream I thought was real or something. But he was n't the only one. I woke to a man in my kitchen, eating everything in sight, that night. 
 I asked the Genie. He told me they were the reaction of the universe. I tampered. They came for me. I did n't realize what they were until the next one; a woman, who I did n't even see, as men and woman alike were huddled around her. 
 
 The Sins. The sad part? Normally only one or two sins torture a person for their wishes. I had activated all seven. Only way to beat them? Hand the Genie and its curse to someone else and start over. Get rid of everything. I could n't do that to someone else. I could n't rid myself of what I have. I had to finish this. I had to keep what I've finally gained. 
 
 I can hear Pride coming. He takes his time. I'll set here, with my things. They'll have to take them away when I die. But I'll die with the bottle. 
 
 EDIT: Phrasing and Typo's. 

