Cement（EN） (Pixiv Fanbox)

A corner of an industrial zone devoid of human presence.

Inside an old warehouse standing there, drums were set up, and within them, she slept.

“...Hm?”

After a while, she awoke from her sleep.

But when she tried to move, she realized her body wouldn't obey her will.

“...What's this?”

She was confused to find herself confined within a narrow space surrounded by iron walls.

Furthermore, her hands were tightly bound with rope, making it difficult to even change her position.

“I can't get loose...”

She moved her wrists, but the rope only creaked and groaned.

Resigning herself to the futility of freeing herself, she looked around to assess her situation.

It looked like she was inside a drum can, but looking up, she saw it had no iron lid. Her field of vision included what appeared to be the ceiling structure of a warehouse.

Even so, she still lacked enough information to grasp where she was.

She traced her memories back to before falling asleep, and a certain scene flashed into her mind.

“...Right! I was doing that experiment at the lab.”

What she remembered was when she was conducting an experiment at the research facility.

As she was preparing as usual, someone suddenly attacked her from behind, pressing a cloth soaked in some kind of chemical against her mouth.

Then, she was suddenly overcome by drowsiness, and when she came to, she was here.

It seemed she had been abducted by someone. That was the conclusion she reached.

“First, I need to call for help...”

Though she didn't know why she'd been taken, she decided to figure out how to summon aid.

But then, she heard a loud, chaotic noise coming from outside the drum can.

“...What's that noise?”

As she trembled at the sudden, strange sound echoing around her, she noticed the view above had changed—the warehouse ceiling she'd seen moments before was gone.

“What is this...?”

Looking closely, she saw a metal tube-like object extending from near the rim of the drum.

Its opening was stained with something like dirt, indicating something had flowed through it.

As she observed the mysterious tube, another strange sound came from outside.

And in the next instant, something flowed down from the tube, heading straight for her.

Drip, drip, drip...!

“Eek!?”

She instinctively closed her eyes.

Drops of something that had spurted out landed on her hair and face, giving her a cold, damp sensation.

She couldn't open her eyes for a moment, but feeling something wet around her buttocks, she slowly opened them to assess the situation.

“This is... cement...?”

What had burst out of the tube was wet, sludgy cement.

The cement shot out of the tube's opening, landing directly inside the drum can she was in and spreading across the floor.

Once it completely covered the bottom of the drum, it began creeping upward, soiling her clothes and boots as it formed a muddy layer.

“No...! Someone, help me!”

Faced with the advancing cement, she cried out in terror.

But her anguished scream was drowned out by the sound of the cement pouring in, splashing and sloshing.

Was she going to be completely engulfed by this gray liquid...?

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So, for this month's second installment, we've brought back our Researcher-chan from last time.

The scenario is the “cement” you see in dramas.

Overseas, you see depictions of people targeted by the mafia or dangerous organizations being silenced by being submerged in cement. This time, we had Researcher-chan experience that.

Getting kidnapped and nearly cemented alive... I wonder what Researcher-chan is researching? (As if it's none of my business)

Well, tomorrow marks the last post for this month.

Thank you for your continued support.

See you tomorrow.