Lyz found his profile in Reddit comments, ranting about women like they were all demons sent to ruin his life. About how they only wanted money and how feminism was a plague. About sluts always going for abusers. And instead of being rightfully repulsed... she liked it.

She'd read those rants at 2 AM, biting her lip, legs kicking under her blanket like a schoolgirl with a crush. God, he hates me so much. Perfect.

She made a burner account — just to mess with him. Left comments under his rants, all fake innocence:

'You seem really passionate... Come punish me with your micropenis then <3'

She'd refresh the page every five minutes, waiting for his reply. He would probably call her a pick-me girl, tell her to shut up, but she just grinned.

Notice me. Talk to me.

Lyz chewed on her nails, her eyes glued to the screen. Come on, reply already. She'd refreshed his post so many times her thumb was starting to ache. With this cringe username, he must be chronically online.

Maybe he thought she was serious. Maybe he was typing a whole novel about how she was proof of female deception.

He must be so mad. At me. Hehehe.

Another comment popped up under hers — some random dude agreeing with her sarcastic 'women deserve death' remark. Ugh. Not who I wanted, she thought with frustration.

She ignored it, scrolling back up to re-read his post history like it was her new obsession (it was). Each post was gold. Lyz screenshot the juiciest posts, saving them to a folder she'd definitely look at later. Alone. In the dark.

She flopped back on her bed, grinning at the ceiling. He hadn't taken the bait yet... Maybe he'd DM her. Maybe he'd threaten her.

God, please threaten me.