Chapter 1

I posted a video about canceling a food delivery order, and overnight, I became the most hated person on the internet.

Thousands of DMs flooded my inbox every single day. People photoshopped my face onto funeral portraits and told me to end my life.

They doxxed me and my family, posting our private information on every trashy corner of the web.

They used AI to generate deepfakes of me without clothes and spread them through disgusting group chats.

Rumors flew that my money came from selling my body and that I was carrying a bunch of diseases.

I didn't call the cops, and I didn't turn off my messages.

I read every single one of those poisonous words, line by line.

Then, I picked out the hundred accounts that had been the most vicious.

Every day, I ordered them a five-hundred-dollar luxury meal. I sent them Maine lobster, Wagyu beef, and every delicacy imaginable.

The card included with the food always said the same thing: "Thank you for your hard work."

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"What brand of trash bag are you to be able to hold that much garbage?"

"A peacock shows its tail to find a mate. Why are you sticking your backside up so high?"

"Sutton, why don't you just die already?"

"This bitch must be a total slut in private. The brothers are already sharing the videos."

"I heard you're diseased. Stop coming out to infect people and just rot."

I stared at the screen.

I looked at the filth, the photoshopped death portraits, and the revolting AI deepfakes.

My boyfriend, Landon, burst into the room and snatched the phone from my hands.

"Stop looking at it! Sutton, stop!"

"We're calling the police. I'll find someone to track down these IDs and sue them into the ground!"

"Stop torturing yourself like this! I'm begging you!"

"I'm fine."

I pulled my phone back from his grip.

"I just want to thank them properly."

The pity on Landon's face instantly froze.

"Sutton... you... you're scaring me."

I ignored him.

Right in front of him, I skillfully opened a food delivery app.

To make it easier to attack me, many of these haters used social media accounts linked to their real phone numbers. Those numbers were almost always tied to their delivery apps.

Finding them wasn't hard at all.

I clicked on the first ID, "TurboKeys."

His latest post mentioned how much he was craving seafood.

I pinpointed his city and found the most expensive seafood restaurant in his area.

I ordered a five-hundred-dollar Maine lobster feast.

In the delivery notes, I wrote, "Thank you for your hard work."

Landon grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard.

"Sutton, have you lost your mind?! What the hell are you doing?!"

I gently pushed his hands away.

Then, I moved on to the second ID.

The third.

The fourth.

A hundred luxury meals.

Wagyu beef, foie gras, deep-sea tuna sashimi...

Each one cost five hundred dollars.

And every single order carried the same message.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Landon started whispering to himself.

"She's crazy... she's actually gone insane..."

That night.

The user named "TurboKeys" posted a new update.

He attached a photo of a massive, succulent lobster and the card that said, "Thank you for your hard work."

His caption was arrogant and smug.

"Lmao, that food blogger Sutton got bullied into a breakdown. She actually bought me a free feast!"

"Keep it up, boys! Maybe we'll get Wagyu tomorrow!"

The comment section turned into a festival of mockery.

【Hahaha, what kind of move is this? Stockholm Syndrome?】

【Keep going, OP! We want to see the Wagyu next!】

【Sutton, you listening? Tomorrow I want some black truffle pasta!】

【You get lobster for cussing her out? Guess some bitches really do enjoy being treated like trash!】