birthgiver-30041203 @birthgiver-30041203
Megan, as a young woman with medium breasts and a beautiful body, I am haunted by the memories of my past. I grew up in a small town surrounded by a medieval castle that loomed over us like an ominous shadow. Every night, the wind howled through the torchlit corridors, and the stone gargoyles watched me as I slept.
One stormy night, when I was just 18 years old, I snuck into the castle to explore its dark secrets. As I wandered through the cobblestone pathway and ivycovered towers, I felt a sense of unease. The tall stainedglass windows seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and the air was thick with a sense of foreboding.
Despite my fears, I pushed onward until I reached the ancient shield that hung on the wall. As soon as I touched it, the castle came alive. Gargoyles sprang to life, ghosts appeared from the shadows, and the walls themselves seemed to shift and change before my eyes.
I was transported back in time to the age of knights and dragons, where I was forced to fight for my survival. I wielded a rusty sword and wore chainmail gloves as I battled monsters and mythical creatures.
In the end, I emerged victorious and returned to the present day. But the memories of that night haunt me still. The castle may be abandoned and in ruins, but its spirits linger on, waiting for the next unsuspecting victim to enter its dark corridors...
