Inverse Bottles

I picked the glass bottle up carefully, the reflective surface hiding what resided within. Unsure of its origins I asked the sea for an answer. Obviously I got only silence. Feeding my curiosity more, I decided to uncork the bottle. Perhaps a genie awaited me!
As the cork popped, so too did the waters with a crackling hiss. Geysers shot out, spewing forth a color change of the sea. The skies became the color of night as the sea became Red. Birds stopped chirping above me, winds stopped blowing. All I could hear was the hiss of the water changing color, and my heart beat growing steadily louder. I dropped the bottle with fright and stumbled backwards. I saw the sands beneath my feet become scattered with red lines originating from the waters. They slinked and slithered their way towards me. I panicked, but did not know where to go. I was paralyzed by my own confusion as the red lines quickly made their way to my body, and into my person. At the first touch I felt a wave of emotion.
I arched back with a gasp as I felt the next lines pierce my skin and enter my bloodstream. I felt my eyes dilate as I tensed every muscle in reaction. I screamed in agony at the intrusion of my person. I began to lose all sense of my being. My legs crawled me to the bottle I had dropped. Hastily I picked it up, but only for a brief moment. I felt a Fury rise up within me, taking flight into my fists. My heart was pumped with adrenaline as I screamed once more.
I felt growths spurt from my back as well as my scalp. My nails lengthened extensively, my voice grew hoarse. I saw my skin form a pigment change before my very eyes. I let out a cry of anger once more. With each note of my voice I threw out inot the winds, a piece of my humanity accompanied it. I felt very little, but still I held onto my last shard. I grabbed my bottle once more, and this time screamed into it. I saw a shard of glass appear at the bottom. With my eyes turned into ones of a serpentine look, I casted my bottle back into the Red Sea with all my might.
I could no longer think. I could only feel the Wrath take me.
I began to claw at myself. With each sense of pain, rage welled within, fueling the Cycle. Anything, to regain my humanity and refuse this wretched state.
I could not give anymore to the winds or the waters.
But I could take, from my own flesh and spirit.