TW//Gore, Death, Animal Death
Waverly's bloodlust had to start somewhere.
It started simple. Some jacka*ses who were members of the staff had force fed her a raw cow heart. She struggled at first. Struggled lots.
But why did it taste so good?
Her thoughts kept going back to that day.
'It tasted so good...I can barely think of anything else...'
It was then she heard the squeak of a nearby rat.
Without thinking, she grabbed the rat. It struggled in her hands, but she had an iron grip and a goal.
Blood.
She ripped its throat open with her teeth, before drinking deep.
And it tasted just as good as the heart did.
'It's so good...more...I want more....'
None of the staff considered anything was up when the rat population took a sharp decline, eventually reaching zero.
However, they did consider something was up when the man who worked on Waverly last disappeared. No one had seen him in weeks.
But when they did find him, they found him bloodless and drained, with his stomach and rib cage torn open, with the heart, liver, and spleen consumed.
The staff slowly kept going missing like this. At first, the blame was on Hangry. He did end a staff member before, and he did cook and eat them.
But then they found the true culprit.
Waverly.
Her dental records matched the teeth marks on the victims.
But Waverly didn't care that she had been caught. The morons in charge didn't care either. They didn't care that they had to keep replacing the janitor every so often, so what?
All they wee doing was fueling her blood lust.
'More....MORE! It's never enough...it tastes so good...' Was all she thought.
Waverly's Bloodlust had to have started somewhere, after all.
