I heard you went on a date. And I don’t remember you asking me for permission to go out on a date. I don’t even know who would date you but I’m sure she’s just as pathetic as you. But aren’t I your Princess? Am I not your number one? Don’t you think you should ask me if you’re allowed to date a real girl? Yes! Of course you should cause I fucking own you. I own your dick, your wallet, and your whole fucking life loser.

So here is what’s going to happen from now on. If you want to go on a date, you need to get down on your knees and beg me, beg me to go out on a date. And if I say yes, there are a few things you will need to do first. I need her phone number, her name, her email address AND a picture of you holding up a sign that says, ‘I Worship Goddess Diamond’.

I own you loser. You know that. You need to beg my permission for anything you do with your loser life. Now just in case you forgot, let me show you why I own you. Look at this body, absolute perfection. That girl you want to date…. I know she doesn’t even compare to me.

And I know that when you’re out on your date you’ll be thinking of me. How could you not? I’m etched on your brain.

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