(CW: Implied animal abuse, implied child abuse)
Bridges sighed.
He felt like he was rotting. Smelled like he was too, if Elise's word was anything to by. Maybe that's why Carnifex turned away when he showed up?
Or maybe it was the tazer he always held in his hand whenever he gave Carnifex his 'spoils'...
Shaped like a stick, made for poking and prodding. It saw a lot of use in his hands. He couldn't lie, the power he had over Carnifex was one of the few things that kept life worth living. The joy he felt when Carnifex reeled back just from hearing the buzz of the tazer was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Pure power over another living creature, control...
The control he never had.
Oh, there's that thought again. A reminder in the back of his skull, like a tumor.
What was wrong with him?
It was such a simple question, and one he still couldn't begin to answer. It wasn't like he didn't feel remorse, he did when it came to good, honest folk.
The kind of folk that never bothered to work at a company like this...
It wasn't his condition, he was stable. Last time he had an 'episode' was half a decade ago, if he could remember. So, that left one option. He was doing this of his own accord, fully and truly. The spinosaur outside his window, the one that couldn't even see, and barely even hear, that was his handiwork.
Good.
The filth that this island harbored deserved nothing less than what happened to him, plain and simple. Every creature, big or small, violent or docile, human or not, deserved to be one with the soil of this cursed land. He took the nickname Death with pride, especially knowing that the animals were intelligent enough to understand what he was doing.
Every time he saw a diseased dinosaur wandering through the musty, muddy woods outside his estate, he couldn't help but smile for that very reason. One day that would happen to Carnifex, Bridges would enjoy watching him wandering through the disgusting woods, getting lost, rotting away...
When the time was right, that would happen for Bridges too. He wasn't worth saving, he knew that. The island would have its way with him sooner or later, but there wasn't any harm in seeing how long he could push his luck.
The pathetic moan coming from Carnifex reminded him that it was time for him to be fed, he was already starved enough as is. He couldn't die on Bridges, not now.
Time to find another meal. Shouldn't be hard.