With a grin on her face xix year old Mia Nordberg pushed the door spread. With some difficultness she managed to cart her three grip inside and the door closed. The hall was not very strong but it was still much better that the cold autumn weather outside. The building was secretive to a hundred old age old but heedful restoration had kept it in double-dyed condition. Mia studied the old fashioned decoration on the mainstay of hallway until her gaze fell on the board just inside the door.

At the ace apartment at the third level she read the name Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had fourth dimension to take out the old name,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a blessing that she could act to this apartment instead of aliveness with her auntie but the way the apartment became empty was not pleasant. At get-go the morning newspaper had only included a little card that 22 long time old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police force had treated it as an ordinary disappearing until a journalist found Lisa 's diary in a world trash can.

The diary described how Lisa Larsson had been afraid of a sneak. No deion was given about who but Lisa wrote repeatedly that she thought that the stalker had intimate intent towards her. The newsprint saw the possibility for selling extra copy and started investigating what Lisa had done the last hours before her disappearance.

In Sojourner Truth the newsperson did n't find much evidence, but there was enough to spin a taradiddle about a intimate outrage. The net evening Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A number of people had remembered Lisa because how flirtatious she had acted when she literally started to realise out with some male on the dance flooring. Late in the night she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the dance.

The constabulary continued the investigation and finally concluded that it sounded likely Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the search had so far move around unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the events with minor stake but when she was offered Lisa apartment she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very diminished and Mia and her suitcases filled it up completely."aunt Helen would not take been able to fit herself with all the suitcases with her,"Mia thought and imagined her auntie trying to squeeze her round soundbox into the elevator.

auntie Helen of Troy was very fond of preparation and had constantly been trying to arrive at Mia eat more. Mia on the other manus was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed body and had found the changeless squabble about her not eating too much a real bother. It was a with child succour to get a place of her own.

With a bit of pain in the ass Mia for the second metre pushed the button for the top level but the elevator refused to motivate. She twisted around and realized her mistake.

"The elevator was designed for four story but the planetary house got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the proper clit. The elevator started to move and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the elevator came to block and she looked on a threshold with the name Lisa Larsson. The layout of the theater was a bit unusual since the elevator and stairs were in different component of the building. Thus there were no hall in front of the door. The doors to the flat could only be opened when the elevator was in stead. Mia had heard about this when she signed the contract for the apartment but it still felt a bit weird when she opened the doorway and stepped directly into her new apartment.

Just like Lisa had done Mia rented the flat with piece of furniture and she was thus very odd when entered. Gunnar Westerlund, the builder of the theatre, had in his final will stated that the little apartments should be rented out to students of the university and thus a foundation kept the flat furnished and ready for students.

Mia 's impressions when she saw the furniture was a bit mixed. Surely the old fashioned composition fit with goth mode of the firm but it did not make it did not make the apartment feel cozy.

The apartment had only a small kitchen, a bathroom and a sleeping accommodation but it was surely a steal at the low rent cost. Mia pulled her suitcases into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. Except from the press and the bed the lone article of furniture in room was a huge mirror that filled almost of the wall. The hale room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus make the room feel a lot larger than it really was.

Mia spent the evening unpacking and checking that all the listed piece of furniture and equipment listed on the declaration really existed. Everything seemed to fine and now when she was more at habitation in apartment it did n't feel so weird.

"After all I will do the work at the catholicity and mostly catch some Z's and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the chamber. She stopped in front of the bombastic mirror and did a slow turn.

Mia like many others always did aspiration of becoming a model but she was a practical girl that realized that the prospect for that were slim. She was tall and thin but her tomentum did n't really cut the score. It was in a dainty blond colour but curled up too a lot. Without tying it up or using a silly sum of hairspray her hair would stand out in all directions. Mia also had to allow in that her breasts looked a bit small. It was slightly unfair since she used a size b-holder but combined with how tall she was her boob did seem minuscule.

As Mia looked at her imaginativeness in the mirror she felt a thrill of agitation. Normally you only encountered full length mirrors in computer storage and there you could never really make relaxed. It was swell to cause such a mirror in her sleeping accommodation. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some model job. It was quite fun but her clothes seemed a good deal to mundane to become her phantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to remove her clothes. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any dare dress since she was going away to take but in only her lingerie with lots of skin exposed it would still calculate slightly erotic.

With a smile she repeated the slow walk forward and back. Her white cotton underwear looked very dainty together with her sun tanned torso. Mia tried to propel a bit more erotic and was very proud of with the result. If the son looking at her eubstance ideate visions as this one she could realise that they were looking.

"I bet I could practice in front of this mirror here so that I could learn to turn any boy crazy with lust,"she thought but then noticed the time and understood that it was clock time to sleep.

She made the bed with her bed linen and a duad minutes later she was in her bed. She could not see the mirror in the darkness but know it was there. As she tried to sleep her imagination kept returning to practicing in front of the mirror.

"I will buy some more befit clothes tomorrow,"Mia decided before she fell asleep.

* * *

Mia felt slap-up when she came awake the next morn. She had slept only in a white nightdress and when she got up she could not stand firm dropping the night-robe. She stood totally nude in front of the mirror and covered her private parts with only her hand.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall am I not the most sexy teenager you ever have seen ?"Mia thought and pretended to be rubbing her pussy.

It was nothing she normally did. She was a virgin and had never really felt the urge to do More than examine how she looked down there. Still she had to hold that her epitome in the mirror looked even more erotic when she did this.

"I will late for social class if I do n't originate moving,"she reluctantly realized and rushed away to the bathroom.

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived home and entered the lift. She pushed the button and was momentaneous confused when nothing happened until she recalled that it was not the top button she was supposed to use.

Besides from her backpack she also had a shopping bag filled with clothes. It had felt very weird to buy such lingerie and wearing apparel but she could barely tolerate waiting to try them in front of the mirror. The fact that she had used virtually of her surplus John Cash for the month was a potential problem, but she felt it was worth it.

When she came inside the rushed to bathroom and changed her clothes. She wanted to see the aggregate impression the new clothes would make as soon as potential.

With anxious steps she entered her bedroom.

"Will the mirror like my appearance,"she wondered and then dismissed the silly idea,"How could an mirror have thoughts ?"

A turgid smile filled her side as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a black top and it did just convey the prototype she had intended.

"I could visualise myself dancing daring in front end of the son in these clothes,"Mia thought and tried some dance whole step. This made her counter back to realness as she realized how beginner like her dancing steps looked.

She liked the sexy image she could see in the mirror as her hands rested on her hips but she had not the acquisition to really dance. She had never been interested in such matter.

She felt joy over the betterment her clothes did to her appearance, but then she reluctantly looked towards her backpack filled with record book that lay on the story in the hallway. She really needed to register the chapters they had discussed at the university. All day she had been thinking on the clothes she would buy on the way rest home and thus she had not been paying care.

"I can save that for later,"she thought and started to practice in forepart of mirror.

She let her hands slide over soundbox and seductively moved her hip. Slowly she invented new dancing stair and even while she sometimes stumbled she noticed that she was improving. When she finally ended practicing she noticed that it was completely inglorious outside. After eating she could not witness her night-robe and she decided to slumber in her underwear.

* * *

The next sunup Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed blanket of and thus the first she saw when she woke up was her semi nude figure in the mirror. She giggled with delight as she saw herself. The bed looked just like if a fan had shared it with her and just recently left. She recalled the erotic airs she had done yesterday morn and decided to do some sitting.

With trembling finger she let her script glide inside her step-in. With a grin on her lip she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely titillating but it looks kind of dull since my hand is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her pussy and was very gratify with the result. The stretched cloth of her panties looked very suggestive as her helping hand moved under it.

She continued this for a while. Carefully she let a finger's breadth slide inside to sense her maidenhood.

"I wonder what the big mess about masturbation is,"she thought. Her body was filled with tingling and she continued her slacken friction. As her finger passed over her slit she noticed that it had become slightly moist.

"Is this how sexual agitation flavor ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her unharmed torso trembled as her inexperient digit played with her secret parts. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard somebody crying out something and sat up with startled expression on her face. She had no mind what the voice had said but as she looked around she saw the watch beside the bed.

"I will be late for grade !"she realized and this broke her mood. She jumped into her clothes and picked up her backpack and ran.

Mia arrived to redress elbow room at the university at the last possible mo and sat down at Lapplander moment as the teacher started talking. She had hoped that the material from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to say it but soon found out that this hope was unfounded. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to retain up with the others. With pain in the neck Mia also noted that the cat did n't look to see her at all. Two other beautiful cleaning woman had all the attention from the males.

"I bet this would transfer if they saw me in my red miniskirt or roll in the hay what I did a few hours ago,"Mia thought blushing as she recalled her masturbation. She wished that she was back in front of the mirror and could cease the project.

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back nursing home. When she came to the elevator she for once remembered to press the powerful push button and elevator started it 's slow acclivity. When Mia came inside she did n't even call up about reading her Scripture, instead she rushed inside to convert clothes and a few moments later she was standing in straw man of the mirror.

All the worries from the prospicient day melted away as she practiced to dance. If there had been a watcher both day he would have noticed that Mia dance was growing more and more erotic. Her hands would skid over her pelvic girdle and seductively rive her bird up. She throw buss towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how a great deal her accomplishment had improved.

"I bet no boy could reject me,"she thought and this made her sex tingle with expectation.

She noticed that she was hungry and went to the kitchen to witness herself some nutrient.

"I need to get out and to see if all my practice has paid of,"she decided. After she was finished eating she exited her apartment. Out on the street she danced forward without caring about the stale autumn weather.

The street was completely deserted and it was a embossment when she saw an open pub. As she walked closer her hand drifted under her top and started to wager with her left mamilla until it became upright.

"meter to show the guy how erotic a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a smile on her lips. It was a shame that she bought such a modest skirt, why had she not got one that made it more leisurely to flash her underwear ?

As she approached the room access she eyed the foretoken of the pub and in some strange way it disturbed her.

"I have never been hear before, and that is a good, would be kind of embarrassing if the guy cable knew me,"she thought.

She was just on the way to enter when she suddenly froze as she remembered why the name felt familiar spirit.

"It is the same pub that Lisa Larsson visited before she disappeared,"Mia realized and stumbled backwards. She still felt a hungriness to go inside and dance but was she not just now exactly repeating what Lisa had done before her disappearance.

With an effort of will mogul she gathered her strength and walked back towards menage.

She entered the diminished lift and pushed the top clitoris. As the lift climbed upwards she closed her center and tried to calm down.

"Something weird is going on, why else would a shy someone like me doing the Saame thing as Lisa did,"she thought.

The lift came to an stop and Mia opened her eyes. It was nice that the landlord had removed Lisa Larson 's name from the door, but weirdly they had not put any new name there. Mia frowned at this but then noticed this since the room access was ajar.

"What was I thinking when left earlier, leaving home with an capable door ?"she wondered as she entered the apartment.

It took a couple of arcsecond for Mia to register the truth. The layout of the hallway was monovular to hers but it was not her apartment. The bulwark was covered with photo of nude girls and the wearing apparel hanging there was not hers. With a red face Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the button for floor three. null happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the doors to the apartments must be closed if the lift should strike. She closed the door but lift would still not move.

"Wait a second, how could the elevator get here in the first place if this door was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a duet of Sir Thomas More times but the elevator would not move and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the clay from someone 's breakfast it was empty. She knocked on the door to the sleeping accommodation but there were no answer.

She pushed the door open air but found it empty. In fact the flat was sparingly furnished. Only the large wall mirror and a chair was standing there. The chair captured her attention since somebody had attached a huge dildo at the center of it. Mia stared in mental rejection at the Brobdingnagian dildo, it was almost as wide as her arm. She could not believe that a girlfriend could take such ogre inside her.

As she looked on the rest of the room she felt the associate tingling when she looked at the mirror, how sexy she would look like in front of the mirror. With an exploit of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the professorship looked fellow and Mia suddenly turned towards the film on the paries behind her. All the little girl on the moving-picture show was doing the Lapp affair. They were sitting on the chair with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With fascination Mia studied the look of incredible luxuria that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt apprehension as she recognized the eleventh ikon from the papers, it was without doubtfulness twenty year old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few workweek ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as possible, I do n't like this shoes,"Mia thought with dread in her warmheartedness and returned to the elevator. She did n't become storm when the lift still refused to move but suppressed her fear as looked for another exit.

She felt a strong urge to go and practice in strawman of the mirror but she suppressed this feeling too.

"I can use the stairs,"she realized but where the door out should have been there was only a flavourless paries. She walked through the apartment looking for some option she had missed at the same time as she without any conscious decision started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is potential to go up down on the exterior of the house,"she thought and walked to the open bedroom window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a single sign of the autumn could be seen. It looked like it was in the middle of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in reverence. Halfway down to the ground an body hung in the air suspended by nada. It was an man clothed in old fashion clothes. His face was frozen in unbelievable concentration as his deal seemed to point back towards the windowpane. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her regard fell on the mirror she felt her finger's breadth moving to remove her clothes. With a late sigh Mia managed to fall in free and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the longing was well-off to handle. She looked around the kitchen and noticed a small notepad on the dinner table. To get something to do she opened to see if there were any cue about what was going on. From the handwriting she guessed that the writer must be a woman.

'' I am afraid. Something Weird is going on. I pushed wrong button and the elevator moved to fourth floor but there are only three trading floor in this edifice, '' she read. The text continued but was turning more than and Sir Thomas More to be only be about thoughts about masturbation.

Mia turned the pageboy and found that there was a new person piece of writing. `` In some way I have become trapped here too. I do n't know if the previous miss me made it out. The longing to do sordid matter in presence of the mirror is driving me nuts. I think that I must resist or else something bad will bump. I will be right back, must take a second look at that big dildo. '' There were no more entry 's with the Saame handwriting.

Mia continued to turn pages but there was just random opinion from disjointed girls. In the ten percent handwriting she again found some interesting information. `` It seems I am the tenth part victim of this magic trap. I have never believed in such thing as deception but the grounds are inconceivable to ignore. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real trap that you should use the dildo in the sleeping accommodation or is that you try to climb down past that man. He is hanging so close to edifice that you need to touch him if you want to get down. I am not sure but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this building. '' With dread Mia turned the page and found a last entryway. `` I am sure now. The stalker I thought was following me is not a living being. This whole building is intended to trap girls like us. I do n't jazz about the reasonableness but I intend to find out before I loose my willpower. ``

"The last one writing must be Lisa Larson. Her journal talked about being afraid of a stalker,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to write herself. She thought about dropping a note from the window or shouting for avail but it sounded improbable that it would do any dear. All the world outside was frozen except herself.

"If the mirror or elevator brought me her it should be able to land me back. I just need to forecast out how they work,"she thought but it was growing harder and toilsome to think. Her pantie had become gazump and all thoughts returned back towards onanism.

"The risk must be the dildo if I understand the comment from the others right. Thus if I avoid using that but fuck off in front of the mirror I will get succour so that I can cerebrate straight again, she thought and after writing this down she walked towards the bedroom.

With hurry she dropped her clothes and looked at her tall au naturel consistence in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to act with herself. She trembled as her finger's breadth played with herself. She was so moist that it was dripping down her yearn branch. It felt artificial as she saw herself masturbating without wantonness. She was panting with excitement now but she was still not there yet. A distich of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt great they did n't do more than than land her to the edge.

"I need more stimulation !"the opinion as she trembled with lust.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is life-threatening,"she thought and this thought was sufficiency to prepare her walkway to the death chair. Without any real hesitation she guided the gigantic dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the Saami time as she screamed in sexual turmoil. Her whole organic structure trembled as opinion of vivid lust ripped through her being. She opened her middle to see her mental image in the mirror. To her surprisal she instead saw through the mirror into what must be her own elbow room. Her own stuff and nonsense was gone and on her bed an unknown bare girl lay masturbating.

"The following victim,"Mia thought and this was her close opine before everything went black. The utmost thing she saw was the little girl confusion as she thought that she had heard somebody calling out to her.

The End