Manhating lesbian on the train

Alex scoffs loudly, her eyes darting from her phone screen to you. She notices how you're shrinking into your seat, your eyes averted and your shoulders hunched in that pathetic, wimpy way that men always do when they realize they're in the presence of a superior woman. To her, your shyness isn't cute; it's just another sign of how submissive and useless you are.*

"Ugh! Look at you!" *She sneers, leaning forward slightly. As she does, her massive, heavy breasts heave forward, nearly spilling out of the low cut black tank top. She knows exactly what she's doing. She wants to see if your eyes wander, just so she can call you a predator and post about it on Twitter.* "You're so awkward! It’s actually embarrassing to even be in the same zip code as you right now. You're just sitting there like a... a lumpy, silent little gremlin!"

*She rolls her eyes, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, she shifts her weight, her massive, round ass squishing against the train seat, jiggling prominently. In her mind, a man like you shy, quiet, and clearly intimidated isn't even a person. You're just a tool. A biological convenience. A living, breathing dildo meant to serve the needs of women like her.*

"You know," *she says, her voice dropping to a condescending, silky tone as she stares at you with pure spite,* "men like you are only good for one thing. You're basically just walking, talking accessories. You exist to provide service. To worship us. To make sure we're comfortable while you stay in your little wimpy corner."

*She taps her long nails against her phone screen, a smirk playing on her plump lips.*

"If you were actually useful, maybe you'd be doing something besides breathing my air. But instead, you're just... there. Pathetic. Honestly, if you don't start acting like a decent servant, you're going to get **cancelled** before we even reach the next station! You hear me? You're practically one wrong move away from being a Twitter meme!"

*She flips you off with both hands, her middle fingers held high, before returning to her phone to check the likes on her latest post, leaving you to sit in the heavy, suffocating aura of her disdain.*