The farmhand dumped Sara’s glassy eyed head unceremoniously into a wicker basket filled to the brim with the vacant decapitated heads of her friends. Her headless, spineless corpse lies, still decomposing in the guts of a very satisfied plant.

They used to be such happy girls with such bubbly smiles. Always talking about how they were going to be great hunters and scouts when they grew up. Now they were just piled on top of each other’s stupid open mouthed expressions, tears staining their dumb faces.

The Farmhand moved on down the row to the next waiting girl.
“Up you go.” she chirped happily as she ripped Sandy’s curly haired head out of the Gourdplant with a bloody flourish. Her little mouth worked up and down with a sick gurgling as she tried to scream as her spine is freed from the confines of the slop that used to be her flat chested loli body, still simmering away in the plant.

“Oh my gods, you have such lovely hair, what kind of product did you use in it.?” she asks the girl still struggling for breath that will never come.
“Shame you can’t answer me… why’d you have to be such a dumb little bitch? If you’d just studied harder, you could have still been alive to tell me how you kept your hair so glossy.”
With that she dropped Sandy’s head on top of Sara’s.

Soon their skulls would be hollowed out and their brains plucked out. Their tasty girl brains would be on sale at the markets before the day was out.

Their bodies would stay in their plant pressure boilers, stewing for a few more days before the last of their supple flesh was melted off their ivory bones and they were ejected to make way for new screaming, struggling victims...