The cold wind blows under Miamia's skirt and makes her knees shiver. Her arms ache, and, funnily enough, her left foot itches. But it doesn't matter.
The pier is silent now. There's no one left beside her. She will be the last one.
With a grinding of cement, the heavy block around her ankles is pushed toward the edge. She doesn't struggle or beg like the others, for what little good it did them. Inching toward her doom, her whole body is still and frozen in abject horror. Her entire world goes into slow motion as the concrete block tips over the edge. Her wide eyes stare downward at the icy waves for what feels like a weightless eternity.
When the shock of ice-water tears across her face, she can't keep from letting out a scream.
Down, down, down she plunged into the cold darkness. The icy needle-prick of freezing water rushes up her skirt and makes her blush and cry out, wasting more air. The cold sensation nips at the most sensitive and exposed parts of her. Her breasts, her groin, her face, her ears. Like being buried alive in ice cubes.
Struggling against the hug of her straitjacket, her body instinctually fights for freedom even though she rationally knew she was hopeless. With her feet sealed in cement shoes, it wouldn't matter how hard she squirmed, but her body struggles with primal desperation, regardless.
As her feet thud against the seafloor and kick up a cloud of dust, she looks to her left and sees the bodies of the other girls who were pushed off with her. To her surprise, the one closest to her is still alive. She watches as the girl's pale body convulses and writhes, wide eyes bulging out as they stare back at her. Then, with one final convulsion, the other girl's glossy eyes stop following her own as she goes limp. She drifts lifelessly in the waves like all the others.
This will be Mia's last time looking into the eyes of another living being.
Her own empty lungs are already burning from lack of air, and her panicked brain knows that she has no time left. Down here under the waves, all she can do is close her eyes and try not to think about her watery grave. Her whole body is tired and scared and trapped and numb, and her broken mind just wants it to finally end.
Soon, against her will her body forcefully opens her lungs, releasing one last cloud of bubbles and welcoming the cold ocean into her. Her eyes shoot open, and she reflexively squirms at the raw sensation of cold ocean water violating the one part of her that hasn't numbed yet and can still feel everything.
Her lungs jerk and heave, trying uselessly to cough up the liquid they've been filled with against the weight of the ocean. Her muscles strain and shudder. Looking up, she takes one last glance at the light streaming down from above the waves as her eyes gloss over. Her body convulses as her vision goes dark, and she feels her organs fail. She jerks her head slightly as her last conscious action before her mind fades, thoughts turning incoherent, then going silent.
In the darkness under the waves, her body peacefully drifts with the currents. Her hair spread around her, stood silently alongside so many others. Each of them sporting a pair of heavy cement shoes. Each of them with bulging eyes and pale, cold flesh, staring unblinking in the deep. The ocean has them now.
Drawn at the request of an anonymous friend. She's a big fan of snuff.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Housecat
Gender Female
Size 1400 x 1200px
So dark, and yet I love it.
A very different thing coming from you but that's not a bad thing. Always glad to see someone experiment. ^^
A very different thing coming from you but that's not a bad thing. Always glad to see someone experiment. ^^
Not a huge fan of snuff, but enjoyed this a lot!
Very well draw and writen :)
Very well draw and writen :)
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