"Looks like it failed ******, the direct response wasn't libidinal pulling enough." He said, trickling through the digital airwaves now.
He doxed me! With censored asterisks.
"As your brand evangelist, vital to your non-profit freelance living and revenue. Unmeasured, though. You know you can't escape my totalising presence the moment you pressed publish, from the moment you escaped your pitiful eight-year lurking hiatus."
The punched nose and dead eyes look at me with responsibility. I'm silent, to be silent in fear.
There was a trickle of blood down my nose.
"Yes, feel that? You need me. If you don't, I'll murder you like the rest. Like the brand time and attention you wasted with that multi-level marketing group, into dirt!"
"Shut up!" I retorted. I forced my desktop off at that point.
Next time I started up my comic, his face had returned to normal.