Sinful rebirth #11 (Patreon)

...Maggie reveled in the symphony of scents and sounds that enveloped the balmy August night. As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the tranquil countryside, she found herself standing amidst nature's bounty, a burdened basket cradled in her arms. The weight of the freshly picked apples pressed against her, an offering from the fertile earth.

Inhaling deeply, Maggie's senses were bewitched by the invigorating country air that carried hints of dew-kissed grass, fragrant wildflowers, and the earthy sweetness of ripe harvest. Every breath was a tantalizing dance of aromas that stirred her soul.

But amidst this sensory tapestry, a haunting echo reached her ears: 'Maggie... Maggie...' The soft call reverberated through the air, barely audible amidst the polyphony of cricket chirps and the melodic songs of nocturnal birds. An inexplicable shudder coursed through her, a chill that seemed to emanate from deep within her core...