It had been a year since the mysterious virus had struck, reducing all men to tiny size, making them vulnerable and helpless in a world that was now hostile to them. The government, faced with prison overcrowding and the collapse of the penitentiary system, had taken a radical decision: to abolish prisons. But for male inmates, there would be no respite. A new law had been enacted, offering women the opportunity to exterminate these criminals reduced in size while having fun.

Thus, the concept of the "Crush Party" was born. Each citizen could now request a free pack containing six ...

It had been a year since the mysterious virus had struck, reducing all men to tiny size, making them vulnerable and helpless in a world that was now hostile to them. The government, faced with prison overcrowding and the collapse of the penitentiary system, had taken a radical decision: to abolish prisons. But for male inmates, there would be no respite. A new law had been enacted, offering women the opportunity to exterminate these criminals reduced in size while having fun.

Thus, the concept of the "Crush Party" was born. Each citizen could now request a free pack containing six miniaturized inmates, carefully selected for their past dangerousness. The goal was simple: let them hide in the house and go hunting them, tracking them like simple insects, before crushing them mercilessly.

Claudia had just received her package. Curious and a little skeptical, she opened the box to discover her "toys". She was surprised to see that, despite their small size, these men retained all their perversity. The small beings looked at her with an unhealthy gleam in their eyes, trying to provoke or scare.

She started the game by pressing a button on the device provided with the package. The tiny men immediately ran in all directions, rushing to hide in the corners of the house.

Armed with her mischievous smile and her stiletto heels, Claudia began to explore the house, looking for her little prey. She sometimes heard murmurs, small noises that betrayed the presence of one of her captives. Each time she found one, she took a malicious pleasure in tracking it, watching it try to flee, before lifting her foot and crushing its tiny body under the sole of her shoe.

The amusement she felt at each "crack" echoed through the house. The six men didn't stand a chance. When the last of them was reduced to a shapeless stain on the floor, she sighed in relief, satisfied.

"Who would have thought this would be so much fun?", wondering if she should order another pack for next week. After all, the government had promised that these "Crush Parties" would quickly become the favorite pastime of every woman in the country.