There were fifteen bodies laying on the floor of the meat locker. Many had been exsanguinated, but a few had been killed by other means. One particularly nasty guest liked to play with her food, treating them like cats did mice. Room service had their work cut out for them with Lady Bast, short for Bastet, the Egyptian goddess of old.
Since they were shut down after the stock market crashed in the late nineteen-twenties, they had to get creative with their supply of people. They were lucky that humans could always be counted upon to set aside their morals for monetary compensation.
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