Jasmine sat with her legs crossed and a cup of tea in her hand as she looked across the table to her neighbor Lora. She took the last sip of her drink and leaned forward, setting the glass on the saucer before standing up from her seat and smiling brightly. The tea was absolutely delicious - brewed with the perfect heat and temperature. She leaned forward and snatched one of the neighbor boys from a small bowl in the center of the table, slipped the screaming little one between her lips, and began to chew him. His screams were stifled by her teeth ripping him asunder and smashing him until he was nothing more than paste spread through her mouth.

"Aren't they just delicious, Miss Beaumont?" Lora asked as she stood up as well. "I hope you liked your tea!"

"Of course I did!" Jasmine replied as she made her way toward the hallway.

"It's really too bad you have to leave so soon."

"I have some papers to grade for tomorrow or I would stay longer. You have such a lovely house~ Next time I'll have to host a get-together at my place for dinner so you can meet my daughters."

"I would love that." Lora said as she followed Jasmine to the doorway.

She noticed something blue fall from her neighbor's skirt in her wake. It was another boy! He had long blue hair, and as soon as he hit the ground, he was running toward the wall of the home. She couldn't have that now, could she? Boys in her pristine home needed to be caged or crushed. So without hesitating, Lora set her right foot on top of the fleeing boy and stood there. She could feel him writhing, but she didn't think much about it as she pinned him down while Jasmine slipped her feet into her shoes and made sure her purse was on her shoulder well.

"See you soon." Jasmine said as she opened the door to the house to leave.

"Safe travels!"

The moment the door shut, Lora looked down to the foot pinning down Mathew's tiny body. She slowly began to increase the pressure on his little body, loving the sensation of his squirming as it slowly came to a halt beneath her. His breathing slowed as the pressure kept him from taking anything in, and she leaned forward. She held her skirt closer to her body with her right hand by habit as she felt him slowly spread out beneath her skin.

"My, my, little boy. What were you doing in Miss Beaumont's dress?"

She could feel that he wasn't going to last much longer beneath her if she kept pressing down on his body. That wasn't her concern, she was more interested in how long it would take before the boy popped. She slowly leaned forward, putting all of her weight on Mathew's insignificant form. The action yielded her exactly what she was looking for. The satisfying pop that sent a chill up her spine.

"What a wonderful little pop you made!" She said joyously as she reached for a tissue.

Lifting her foot from the ground, she looked to Mathew's body clinging to her skin and slid the cloth over him. In a single wipe, she had him in her grip. He was still moving, only barely at this point, as most of his organs had been nicely pressed out of his chest. Humming to herself, she knelt down and wiped the floor clean before walking over to the nearest trash can. Before she could toss him inside though, the urge to sneeze came over her like an unstoppable force. She didn't hesitate, bringing the cloth to her nose.

"ACHOO!"

She was careful to wipe any blood she had on her face up, using a nearby mirror to ensure that she had it all before checking to see if Mathew was alive. He was - writhing in his own blood and her mucus. He looked up to her, expecting her to wrap him up and crush him to send him along his way. However, she simply dropped him.

The lid to the trash came over the opening, cutting out the light as he heard her bare footsteps echoing away...