Her obsession with collecting peculiar creatures knew no bounds.
She would slyly capture them at public events using a sleep dart.
Back at her Victorian mansion, she would lock them in a huge isolated chamber, where they could "live freely" she claimed.
Like a perverse entomologist, she observed them through glass via a hidden camera.
At first, they behaved normally. But when hunger and desperation got the better of them, they ended up submitting to their darkest and most degrading instincts in order to survive.
After reveling in their Dantesque battles, she discarded the deformed specimens that had survived the natural discard.
After all, all she cared about was her own twisted collection.