Sinful rebirth #14 (Patreon)

...Engulfed by the choking tendrils of smoke, Maggie teetered on the precipice of unconsciousness. Her coughs erupted with a vehemence that seemed capable of propelling her very lungs from her chest. It was as if her body waged a defiant struggle, resisting the encroaching unknown with every fiber.

"Oh, Maggie, the ecstasy in your suffering is truly exquisite. Why persist in this self-inflicted torment?" Amidst the maelstrom of her coughing, the strains of a familiar voice, its rightful owner slipping through the grasp of her memory, faintly grazed her ears. Yet, the tumultuous symphony of her convulsions rendered everything else a distant hum in her sensory panorama...