In this unapologetically bratty and dominating clip, I, Goddess Emma, am not holding back any punches. I am unveiling the bitter truth that I absolutely despise you. You're nothing more than a pathetic, worthless loser. You should consider yourself extremely fortunate to even have the privilege of being used as one of my human wallets. Because let's be real, without me, your existence would be utterly meaningless.

Your life, stripped of my divine presence, would be a bleak, purposeless void. It's a harsh fact, but facts don't care about your feelings, do they? This isn't about you,...

In this unapologetically bratty and dominating clip, I, Goddess Emma, am not holding back any punches. I am unveiling the bitter truth that I absolutely despise you. You're nothing more than a pathetic, worthless loser. You should consider yourself extremely fortunate to even have the privilege of being used as one of my human wallets. Because let's be real, without me, your existence would be utterly meaningless.

Your life, stripped of my divine presence, would be a bleak, purposeless void. It's a harsh fact, but facts don't care about your feelings, do they? This isn't about you, never was, never will be. It's all about your wallet. Your pitiful sense of self-worth is directly correlated to your ability to send to me.

Isn't it a tragic reality? Yet it's the only reality you know. You are a beta, a nonentity, so inconsequential that I wouldn't even waste a fraction of a second of my precious attention on you unless your money was flowing into my account.

I want you to comprehend this clearly, your existence barely registers in my world unless you're satisfying my demands. So, go on, send your tribute, surrender to your only purpose. Maybe then, just maybe, you'll have the honor of occupying a fleeting moment in my thoughts.