First Of All, What's Going On?

"Who are you?", you ask.
"My name isn't important. I'm just a sociopath trapped in the book.", answers the voice in the Rulebook.
"How did you get in there?".
"Who do you think has been making your rules into reality, magic sparkles? This isn't a movie, Master. Magic is just energy.".
"What happens when you run out of energy?", you ask the book.
"I fade out of existence. Forever.", the voice responds softly, but bitterly.
"And the Rulebook becomes a regular notebook?".
"Wrongo. The show must go on.".

You consider all of the information & come to a mortifying conclusion.

"You mean I'm next?".
"That is correct. This book runs on souls. By using this book, you have enterred a binding contract which states that in return for the service, your soul belongs to the Rulebook after ****.", the voice explains.
"That's not fair, how can I accept a contract without reading lt?".
"You twit, read the back cover.".

You examine the back cover inside the book & notice a small clause you had overlooked.

"The price for using the Rulebook is your soul upon ****.".
"That's right, Joe Wolf, enjoy lt while lt lasts.".
"But I can just make myself immortal. Then I'll never die.", you say, but sense lt wouldn't be that easy.
"We all thought that way. Try as you may, everyone eventually dies. You'll either overlook a loophole or you'll eventually get tired of living & end lt all. And when you do, you'll be joining us in the Rulebook.".
"At least my rules will live on.", you reply, trying to remain positive.
"All rules will disappear upon **** & the Rulebook will warp back to lts original spot, where the first Owner found lt.".

You look defeated. Then a thought crosses your mind.

"You called me Master. If I'm in charge, why did you take over my body?".
"I've been trapped in this book for some time & **** to watch the Owners play grabass. Now something interesting starts to happen & you want to give me blue balls. I'm a sociopath, remember? Now please punish her severely for her disobedience.".

You start to mull lt over.

"If you don't, I might have some trouble... interpretting your rules.".
"Alright, you win.", you concede.
"Hardly. I know your type: soft. If lt were up to me, I'd throat **** the bitch while her family watched helplessly like the useless cuckolds they are.".
"You're...", you realize.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You watch the news. What do you want, a cookie? Just give me some damned entertainment lf you don't want me interfering.".
"One more question: I heard of the things you did. Did you really have...".
"A soul? Obviously not. Unfortunately for me, the book's not picky. Demons, souls, the bodies of people without souls. All fair game. Souls are pretty hard to come by. Most people are empty husks, this book is full of them. I'm the only dark entity in here. That makes me top dog.", lt answers proudly.
"And me...?".
"No soul, no surprise. You're going to wither away anyway once you die, with nothing left over. You might as well accept your fate.".
"Well, lf I have no soul, then I can't go to Hell.".

You start toward Emily.

"No, no, no. I don't know what's going on with you & that Satanic book, but you don't have to do anything, Joe. Just walk away, go home. No harm done.".
"You vile scum, you absolute shit. You ABANDONED me. I was so nice to you, treated you like a queen. And you left me on CHRISTMAS! In front of MY FAMILY! I was made fun of relentlessly after that. And I've been alone ever since. Since you can't appreciate my kindness, you won't notice when lt's gone.".
"Joe, I'm sorry. It wasn't personal. It just wasn't working out. You can see that, right?".
"If you didn't want to call me Daddy, you could have just said so. But no! Emily Singer has to be overdramatic & ruin lives. Well, cruelty has consequences & now lt's my turn.".

Emily Singer's House
New Rule: Emily Singer requires Joe Wolf's permission for all of the following bodily functions. In addition, Joe Wolf is in charge of what she wears & where she stays. Attempting to do any of these things without his permission will result in gradually amplified discomfort each time. The bodily functions are:
Breathing/sleeping
Pissing/shitting
Eating/drinking
Sneezing/coughing/yawning
Blinking/crying
Lactating
Walking/talking
Masturbating/sex/cumming/orgasm

United States
Old Rule: It is considerred a felony for Emily Singer to disobey any of Joe Wolf's rules or commands. The consequences for this felony are cruel, unusual & Draconian.

Humanity
Old Rule: Females can be deprived of any bodily function from the above list for any amount of time without being subject to ****, injury or permanent damage. However, they will still experience discomfort & pain normally.

As you finish writing the rules, Emily falls to the ground, eyes open & unable to breathe. The book laughs giddily.

"Nice one, Wolfie. I didn't think you had any of that in you.".
"What's the matter, Emily? Do you want to breathe?", you tease.

She nods.

"All in good time. First, play with yourself. You have my permission to masturbate & orgasm.".

It's tough to get going at first, but the asphyxiation ends up turning her on.

"Start drinking untill you have to pee badly. You have my permission to drink.".

In time, she is struggling between being unable to breathe, pee or cum.