A Father's Forbidden Passion

The sun had just set on the horizon, casting long shadows through the open fields of the countryside. The air was crisp and cool, with a hint of autumn. As I made my way to the farmhouse, the rustling in the trees caught my attention.

I walked deeper into the woods, feeling the chill run down my spine. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, expecting to find someone else there, but all was still quiet.

I continued walking until I reached the farmhouse door, which led up to a dimly lit hallway. As I stepped inside, the air grew colder and heavier, and I could hear my heart beating faster.

I followed the sound of footsteps deeper into the building, until I found myself in a large room with a single chair sitting in the center. In front of it sat a young woman, dressed in old-fashioned clothing, her eyes fixed on some object in front of her.

She looked up at me, and we exchanged a brief moment before she stood up and walked away. As I watched her go, I couldn't help but feel like something was off. But as I turned to leave the room, I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, covered with sheets and soft towels. I didn't know how I got there, but all I knew was that I had no idea what day it was or where I was.

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