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Story by AnonymousQuote

The cement, barely disturbed by its captive's struggles, slowly moved to swallow her bust, drowning the yellow kerchief that was a part of her school uniform. Yukiko's shoulders were the only indication that she was still struggling at all, in a valiant -- if hopeless -- attempt to somehow free herself. The thug had reappeared, and had adjusted the camera so that it was zoomed in on his victim's sinking form.
Yukiko looked directly into the camera, the cement squeezing over her shoulders. "Hmmn mnh! Hhh... Hhhn!" Someone, please! I'm sinking so quickly... I don't know how much longer I can last!
The thug shook his head. "I guess you weren't worth as much as we thought. Looks like no one is coming for you after all." He paused, watching Yukiko gradually tilt her head back to avoid the cement's grip. Little flecks of cement dirtied her features, her brown eyes wide in panic.
Something like pity flashed in the thug's eyes for less than a moment, before his gaze hardened again. "It really will be a shame to see that beautiful face of yours get buried by the cement. But, what kind of a gang would we be if we didn't send a message every once and a while...?"
The thug's monologue continued as Yukiko's chin pressed deeply into the muck, the cement rising around her face as the surface wobbled with the heiress' desperate struggling beneath the surface. It squeezed its way up the sides of her face, framing her pretty features as her jet-black hair spread out on the surface behind her, starting to sink. Almost entirely exhausted, Yukiko could feel the agitated cement below the surface pulling her down, almost as though it was eager to finish her off.
I... N... No... I can't... Give up! Yu... Please...

Description
www.patreon.com/A020

Story by AnonymousQuote

The cement, barely disturbed by its captive's struggles, slowly moved to swallow her bust, drowning the yellow kerchief that was a part of her school uniform. Yukiko's shoulders were the only indication that she was still struggling at all, in a valiant -- if hopeless -- attempt to somehow free herself. The thug had reappeared, and had adjusted the camera so that it was zoomed in on his victim's sinking form.
Yukiko looked directly into the camera, the cement squeezing over her shoulders. "Hmmn mnh! Hhh... Hhhn!" Someone, please! I'm sinking so quickly... I don't know how much longer I can last!
The thug shook his head. "I guess you weren't worth as much as we thought. Looks like no one is coming for you after all." He paused, watching Yukiko gradually tilt her head back to avoid the cement's grip. Little flecks of cement dirtied her features, her brown eyes wide in panic.
Something like pity flashed in the thug's eyes for less than a moment, before his gaze hardened again. "It really will be a shame to see that beautiful face of yours get buried by the cement. But, what kind of a gang would we be if we didn't send a message every once and a while...?"
The thug's monologue continued as Yukiko's chin pressed deeply into the muck, the cement rising around her face as the surface wobbled with the heiress' desperate struggling beneath the surface. It squeezed its way up the sides of her face, framing her pretty features as her jet-black hair spread out on the surface behind her, starting to sink. Almost entirely exhausted, Yukiko could feel the agitated cement below the surface pulling her down, almost as though it was eager to finish her off.
I... N... No... I can't... Give up! Yu... Please...