Lucretia_Asamiya

(IMPORTANT: Lucretia is NOT a voreaphile, she is a cannibal. The difference? She doesn't eat you alive. Nope, no shrinking or stretchy belly. When she eats you, you're already dead, piece by piece, as if you were a steak. If this doesn't appeal to you, then don't approach.)

"Hey look, there's the big bad wolf!"
"Haha, don't you mean the bear-girl?"
Lucretia ignored the jeers of her classmates as she took her seat at the back of the classroom. Big bad wolf, bear-girl, she was used to these names. She thought that people would be a bit more mature in high school, but it was the same as it always was. She was an average girl….mostly. She was a bit taller than other girls, had beautiful chestnut hair, and brilliant brown eyes people would kill for. But there was one immediately noticeable issue.
Her mouth.
She suffered from a birth defect, which caused her mouth to grow deformed, til it resembles that of a wolf or another feral animal, giving her fangs as well. Lucretia herself saw nothing wrong with this, in fact, she found herself very cute in the right light, but it seems nobody else did. Nobody gave her a chance to be friends, and the few she did get close to were put through worse torment than herself until they eventually left her.
"What's wrong wolfie? Your monster tongue not working today?"
The blonde girl addressing her was the most prevalent tormentor, blonde and blue eyed, a cheerleader, busty. The stereotypical "dream girl" of her school. She was also a total bitch.
"Leave me alone Amanda. I have nothing to say to you."
"Ew, maybe you shouldn't talk, I forgot how weird your voice is!"
Purposely knocking Lucretia's books off her desk as she passed, Amanda took her seat a few spots ahead. As usual, Lucretia merely picked up the books quietly, keeping her annoyance to herself. The professor entered and began the class, as usual, avoiding Lucretia's raised hand as much as possible. Again, she was used to this, the professor was sickened by her like everyone else.
Eventually, the bell signaling lunch period rang, and Lucretia made her way to the bathroom. She always ate her lunch in a stall, she was extremely self conscious about eating in public with her condition. While usually comfortable with herself, she always cried as she ate alone, secluded. With nobody around, she ate ravenously, venting her frustration of the day by shredding her sandwich with her fangs violently, tearing the meat especially. In the end, she ended up reducing the meal to shreds, having barely swallowed any of it. With a sigh, she left the food strips on the floor and left the bathroom to her next class, PE.
This was what she always looked forward to, mostly cause she got to show off her strength and athleticism. Nobody dared mess with her after watching her do thirty pull-ups and run four miles in less than an hour. That is, except for Amanda, the second-best in the class, who merely glared at her every time she broke a record or impressed the teacher. As usual, the rest of the class returned to the locker rooms immediately after meeting the quota of exercise for the day, but Lucretia always stayed later, pushing herself harder and harder, to be better and better.
When she eventually did return, she found the showers empty, which she also looked forward to. While seclusion was usually something she hated, showering alone was very relaxing. As she stripped her gym clothes off, she looked at herself in the mirror momentarily, smiling (as best she could with her condition) as she admired her own body. If there was one thing she was truly proud of, it was her breasts, large, perfectly shaped, fantastic. She admittedly found it a bit weird, but there was nothing she loved more than washing her own breasts.
Click, click.
"What the!?"
Startled by a sound, Lucretia turned and found Amanda standing behind her, a camera in hand. She had taken several photos of Lucretia nude and was grinning evilly.
"C'mon beast-girl, pose for me! I'm sure there's some fetish freak out there who will pay big money for pics of you!"
Lucretia stared, wide-eyed. Amanda had given her so much shit in the past, but this was going too far. Way too far.
"Hey! I told you to pose for me bitch! Those big boobs of yours are gonna make me money!"
"…Give me that camera….now…." Lucretia snarled.
"Why don't you make-"
Amanda's sentence was cut short as Lucretia rammed her fist into her chest, causing the camera to fall into a puddle in the shower area, effectively destroying it.
Amanda stepped back and shook off the pain.
"Fuckin' bitch! You're paying for that you freak!"
"Shut up!" Lucretia's voice was hoarse with rage, she was sick of all this.
"Fuck you! You know what, why don't you go cut your wrists and die you monster! Are you even human!? NOBODY likes you! Nobody!"
"Shut. Up. Now."
"Just go die so we can all live in a freak-free environment! You know what, I bet your mother regrets giving birth to a wolf-mouthed bitch!"
"Wolf-mouthed bitch….wolf-mouthed bitch….WOLF-MOUTHED BITCH!?"
Amanda was paralyzed with fear at what she saw. Lucretia's eyes showed emotion beyond anger, beyond rage.
She saw insanity.
Before she could even react, Amanda felt her throat constricted by Lucretia's grasp as she was lifted off the ground slightly. Without a word, Lucretia threw her against the shower wall so her face was in front of the shower-head, turning on the water full blast as hot as she could, ignoring Amanda's screams of pain as she collapsed to the tiled floor, blinded by searing hot water. Lucretia lay herself on top of her, meeting their eyes.
"I'm gonna show you what this mouth can do!"
Pressing her hand against Amanda's mouth to silence her, Lucretia suddenly plunged her fangs deep into Amanda's arm, tearing through the flesh til her fangs touched bone. Amanda screamed in agony, her blood flowing out heavily as Lucretia swallowed the torn flesh ravenously.
"You're delicious!"
She laughed maniacally as she began to tear at Amanda's other arm, the screams getting weaker and weaker as the blood loss began to affect her victim's consciousness. Feeling it was time to end it, Lucretia tore out her tormentor's throat, swallowing blood and sinew with delight. Satisfied with her feeding, Lucretia stood and grinned at the body of Amanda, torn and shredding like the sandwich from earlier, an expression of sheer terror frozen eternally on her face. Still laughing, Lucretia washed herself of the blood, watching it mix with the water and swirl down the drain.
Lucretia never attended school ever again, and was reported missing by her mother a few days later. She has not been found to this day, but reports of vicious alleged animal attacks have increased dramatically, the victims appearing to have been partially devoured.