Use her feet

With her arms held tightly in the cold emaciated grip of the dark-haired girl, Leanne only had her legs free to assist her. Unable to kick the girl as she passed through the glass, Leanne raised her leg and placed it against the wall at the side of the antique mirror.

She held it there tightly and pushed with all her might. Resisting the forceful pull on her wrists as she was dragged towards her reflection. The girl tried harder but Leanne continued to fight. Refusing to allow the girl to take her.

The girl's grip turned to Leanne's leg. Grabbing her jeans and trying to break her resistance. The pull on her clothing was strong and Leanne felt something beginning to give. First a little and then more and more. Her buttons began to pop and her jeans slide down her thighs. With a hard tug Leanne was sent crashing to the floor as her garment was yanked from her body.

Suddenly lying half-naked as she stared up at the terrifying image of the girl beyond the glass, Leanne rushed into action. She was on her feet and charging for the door. Her naked arse shaking as she ran.

She didn't even stop to look back at the spectral horror behind her and it wasn't until the door was slammed shut that she paused for breath. Her bottom half was fully exposed. Leaving Leanne regretting her needless decision to discard her soiled panties earlier. In this condition she couldn't go too far. Especially not with creepy girls and who knows what else lurking nearby.