Cyberstalker Cecil settled down for the evening with four pies, ten cans of beer and his computer. A former priest and respected pillar of the community, it had emerged that he’d been rather too close to some children in Sunday School.
Tipped off, he’d changed his name and fled to another continent. By day, he earned money cutting his neighbours’ grass; by night, he catfished his previous victims, taunting them with photos of naked girls.
Tonight, though, would be different. Unhealthy and overweight, Cecil managed only three bites of his first pie before feeling a massive pain in his chest.
Tipped off, he’d changed his name and fled to another continent. By day, he earned money cutting his neighbours’ grass; by night, he catfished his previous victims, taunting them with photos of naked girls.
Tonight, though, would be different. Unhealthy and overweight, Cecil managed only three bites of his first pie before feeling a massive pain in his chest.
