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Not long ago, Quyen found herself at the mercy of her captors - the gang she had been trying to expose. Her blouse was ripped open, her bra was on the ground, the men standing back in awe what they had had uncovered.
She wasn't going to let it go any further.
A few broken noses and cracked ribs later, she was running through the woods, the man groaning as they shouted at each other to give chase. It would seem that she was about to make a grand escape, only losing her dignity as her bare breasts bounced as she ran.
The ground looked innocuous - dry and sandy. But as her feet broke through the sagging crust, she realised she had run into trouble. Minutes later, she was up to her chest inescapable quicksand. Her arms were stuck. She was too far from the edge. She could feel the quicksand push up against her buxom.
A flicker of hope crossed her face as she heard someone approach. Immediately, that light was extinguished as she looked up at her captors.
"Now, Miss Sanders, where were we?"