65sinking's Daz Creations (New upload 15th April 2026)

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Michelle's struggles slowed as she began to run out of oxygen. No... I can't... I... I don't want to drown in this muck! The thick, goopy clay was still steadily pulling her down into its depths.

She tried to lift her head once more, but she had used up the last of her strength; all she could do was writhe and tremble helplessly, unable to do anything except wait for the end.

No! Please, I don't want to go under and drown! She sobbed weakly.

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So... tired...

Michelle cried in frustration and despair, as she felt the sludge swallowing up more of her face.

She could feel herself gradually slipping away. Her eyelids fluttered.

I'm... I'm drowning... it can't... it can't end this way...

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Can't... breathe...

Michelle's thoughts turned to her family and friends. Would they ever find out what happened to her?

She wept, lamenting the life that she wouldn't get to experience. Her dreams, her hopes, all would be devoured by the mud.

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Michelle tried her best to ignore Jeff, who was still in the throes of pleasure. She looked up at the sky, and focused on a cloud. She would face her own end with whatever dignity she had left.

Last thing... I'll ever... see...

She closed her eyes.

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No... I'm drowning...

Michelle could feel the muck steadily climbing up her face, and whimpered weakly. It was seeping past her lips and flowing up her nose, threatening to fill her entire body.

She contemplated simply opening her mouth and letting her ordeal come to an end. Better that than the slow torture she was going through. She was going to drown either way, it was only a matter of time.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

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Her chest hurt. The thick, goopy clay tasted awful as it slowly oozed into her mouth and dripped down the back of her throat. Yet despite the hopelessness, she couldn't give up. She screamed in frustration and agony.

Why... am I... still fighting?

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She knew it was useless, but she tried to lift her head up yet again, trying to break free of the sticky sludge that had almost completely entombed her. But she could only wriggle slightly, as the mud simply continued to consume her body.

No...

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The mud was beginning to reach her eyes. This is it, thought Michelle, as she felt herself beginning to lose consciousness once again. I'm dying...

She refused to open her eyes, but she somehow knew that Jeff was still standing there, watching.

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The mud smoothly and delicately climbed up Michelle's face, covering her eyes, until only her forehead and hair remained above the surface of the thick, oozing clay. She whimpered softly.

No...

It's so disgusting...

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The sludge held her in a fluid yet tight, inescapable cocoon, while at the same time, she felt like she was being licked and kissed all over. She trembled weakly, causing the muck around her to quiver with every movement.

She was still trying to lift her arms up. She didn't know why; it wasn't as if there was anything to grab, she was so exhausted from her struggles, and she knew she was struggling to remain conscious as her oxygen ran out. But she couldn't give up.

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Her mind was a jumbled mess of sensations and emotions. Horror, anguish, disgust, sadness for the life and the future that she would never get to experience.

And a tiny spark of defiance and determination as she tried her best to hold her breath.

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Michelle's thoughts turned again to her family and her dearest friends.

Goodbye... I hope... we'll meet again...

The muck continued to pull her down. She would be completely gone in a matter of seconds. And only one person would know of her fate.