TheArchitect

Look at the last item on the shelf.

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Chapter 7 in The White Mall

Look at the last item on the shelf.

by TheArchitect

Chapter 7 in The White Mall

Inga

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Chapter 2 in The White Mall

White was the first thing she saw when she raised her eyelids, until a few blinks later it was less painful to see. Now it was white _up there_ instead. White walls, divided into massive white segments, went up high and into a gigantic white ceiling. Powerul lamps covered the en...

Inspect the clock.

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Chapter 3 in The White Mall

Inga took the clock with both of her hands. It was heavier than she expected, with pretend antique ornaments painted over a thick plastic surface, which was, in turn, a shell for some tougher material beneath. The arrows were immobile, the clock was not functioning, both hands st...

See what else is there on the shelf.

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Chapter 4 in The White Mall

The very next thing lying in plain sight was a pair of some little shiny silver rings. They had a multitude of tiniest square details hanging down by a thread, jingling together gently. Another person would not hear them, but Inga would at all times. {if RAGE > 0}That is, should...

Please, do, then.

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Chapter 5 in The White Mall

The earrings were as cool to touch as they were to look at. Inga heard the faint jingle getting closer to her, physically invading the relative warmth that her hair was keeping her ears in, then closing with a pronounced 'clank'. {if MASO < 3}She let them go and tried moving aro...

Yes. Too much, actually.

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Chapter 6 in The White Mall

Inga smiled as wide as she could. The stinging pain of these right angles was actually rather pleasant in the right amount. She willfully threw the metallic shower across her strained face and allowed the sensation to roll around it. Whoops. We found a weak blood vessel. Maybe ev...

Look at the last item on the shelf.

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Chapter 7 in The White Mall

It was not evident while it was faced away from Inga, but the final item on the shelf was a handheld oval mirror with the handle upside down, put on a special oval stand.{if RAGE > 0} What unnecessarily convoluted design.{endif} She did not wait one more second before grabbing it...

Inga loves what she sees and takes the mirror with her.

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Chapter 8 in The White Mall

Real mirrors could not talk, but whatever Instagram filter this mirror used was getting through to the girl's heart. Compared to other activities immediately available to her, this continuous act of self-worship was very entertaining. Her white hair, her blue eyes, the tender ski...

White statue.

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Chapter 9 in The White Mall

{if Mirror with her = true}Holding the mirror tightly, {endif}Inga stepped down from the bed, which reacted by folding back into the wall. Inga turned her head around{if PQ = 1}, provoking another flurry of prickling sensations on her cheeks{endif}, but it was if that bed was nev...

[SLUT]Go get fucked by it.

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Chapter 10 in The White Mall

Unprotected by any cloth from attempts at fulfilling fantasies, Inga's pussy moved dangerously close towards the sculpted phallus. Although it was not lubricated, it had a slippery plastic feel to it. The girl's heartbeat was steadily quickening from the thought that she could ac...

[SLUT]Find herself some shoes in the shelf row.

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Chapter 11 in The White Mall

Inga strutted into the row, with a different posture and technique than before. Her well-exercised pussy radiated with warmth, and this stupid freezy floor was not going to let her down for much longer now that her objective was set. After several shelves with interesting but un...

Then do it already.

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Chapter 12 in The White Mall

The stripper heels were heavy, leaving marks on the fragile tiles as her thundrous steps progressed towards the dildo. It was perhaps smaller than when she left it, but still bigger than when she first discovered it. Inga was different now, too. More sensitive, less sophisticate...

Yes. Just enough.

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Chapter 6 in The White Mall

Inga was positive about her most recent purchase. She will not do these earrings wrong. If required, she will return them in pristine shape. Nonetheless, it felt odd to add accessories to a non-existent outfit. And that just meant she needed to shop some more for it. She was not...

No. Take them off.

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Chapter 6 in The White Mall

This was not right. No. Inga frowned and shook her head, only prompting the earrings to ring and scratch her more. Naked in a supposedly public place. The first thing you put on is earrings, of course. What were you thinking? And these are, like, actually annoying ones. The girl...

Give it another look.

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Chapter 4 in The White Mall

This dull brown and gray clock. Doesn't work. Useless. But why is it so heavy then? Inga felt a spark go off in her mind. Surely, it hides a secret. It has to. The glass above the still hands would not give, so she decided to look elsewhere before trying to her way in from...

See what else is there on the shelf.

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Chapter 5 in The White Mall

Smash it against the floor.

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Chapter 4 in The White Mall

Inga took the clock high up and threw it onto the floor with raging . Those who waste her time are punished. This is what happens. Fuck you, clock. It was very loud. Definitely heard in any corner of the hall. The splinters flew all around the floor, but they were not those...

See what else is there on the shelf.

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Chapter 5 in The White Mall

No, the clock has not suffered enough.

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Chapter 5 in The White Mall

Inga jumped down from the bed and picked up the clock. The coldness of the floor stung her feet, but she was counting on what she was boiling and stirring inside her to warm her up. BANG! She threw the clock against the wall this time. Fuck you, clock. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck...