Three more days later
Sara’s teenage body was little more than a quivering lump of jello inside the pink guts of the Gourdplant.Her tiny titties ran in rivulets down the front of her bloody slush of a frame. She issued just the cutest little death rattle from the back of her throat.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhh,” she rattled, phlegm and blood gurgling in her esophagus as she tried feebly to scream.

“Hello there.” Came the saccharine sweet voice of a pretty freckled farmhand with hair the colour of a cornfield. She reached down and wrapped her arms tight around the Gourdplant, squeezing it hard to check.
“You feel like you’re ready for harvest little one.”
The farmhand reacher out and wiped away Sara’s tears from her blushed face..
“You’ve been very brave, but you don’t need to try anymore. Just let go, and let me do all the rest.”
Sara just moaned brainlessly, unaware of the sweet voice crooning in her ear.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrggggggghhhh.”
The farmhand reached in and grabber Sara roughly by the hair and places her foot firmly on the Gourdplant and pulled as hard as she could.
Sara’s head separated .easily, and her spine ripped up through her softened body, splashing claret gore as it exited the lips of the Gourdplant.
The Farmhand smiled happily as she harvested Sara’s skull and held it high for all her dying classmates to see.
Sara’s eyes rolled in her decapitated skull as she tried to breathe without lungs, her mouth opening and closing breathlessly.
Then, finally, her duty to her people served, she died.