Elevator entrancement

You hear the rumbling of the elevator, the (ding) indicating that she's reached your floor, and your heart nearly rips itself from your chest from the anxiety you feel. This is either the greatest decision you've ever made, or the worst. Everything hinges on her not leaving this elevator with her brain still intact.

The doors open, and you quickly **** yourself inside at the taller body inside. Your senses take her in at a moment's glance: her black hair isn't in ponytails but down entirely in a poofy mess, unbraided and untamed like a sheep's mane. She stands a good 4 inches taller than you, with scrubs that are green with little blue swirls all over... how fitting. She glances up from her cat-shaped phone just in time to see you slam into her like a quarterback.

"Whh-- AAAH!", she cries out in shock, as you both crumple to the floor of the lift. You hear a heavy thump as the back of her head collides with the handlebar lining the walls. Her deeper voice squeaks in pain as she falls like a paper doll. You straddle her. She forces her eyes open, more angered than scared at you. You suddenly realize that she is almost entirely muscle. Despite your growing panic, you straddle her and push all other thought into your eyes. Right as your mind-melting powers activate, her left fist collides with your throat and you fall right back off of her, coughing and wincing.

The elevator doors slowly shut themselves with a chime.

"You little COCKMUNCH!", she yells. You hear her reaching for her fallen purse and shuffles around. She has a taser, you just know it. You blink away tears and **** your eyes open to see her momentarily up on her knees. This is your only chance.

Slowly rising to one knee, you glance at the elevator buttons and jam at the one labeled "STOP ELEVATOR". The elevator was already stopped to begin with, but the intended effect happens: the lights flicker off. The only light is the glow of the buttons. You hear her voice again, this time laced with nervousness. "Fuck, uh-- fuck--".

Then your eyes begin to whirl, and the elevator is slowly bathed in green and white. The light of your spirals cuts through the darkness like fog lights.

Her wide eyes, ringed by winged eyeliner, flick upward. She does a double-take. "Whuh?" You feel a surge of confidence and grip the handlebars, pulling yourself to your feet. All that Danielle can see is a pair of eyes floating above her, waves of emerald and pearl floating down and coloring everything in the dark lift. This instantly clicks for you - the taller, stronger woman is now on her knees before your power, and you haven't even started yet.

"Don't look away, Danielle", your voice commands in the darkness, and for a second she complies. Her eyes begin to widen for a brief moment... then she tears her face away, eyes closed as tightly as possible. "NO! NONONO!"

You step closer. "This won't hurt you, I promise. It feels delicious...", you assure, kicking her purse off to one corner. The shock of the sound causes her to flinch, her eyes open again, and you see the light reflecting off her eyeballs as they widen again.

Her pupils begin widening and shrinking rapidly. "No! Nnnn.... nuh... DON'T!" She tears away again. You sigh in frustration and grip both sides of her head, which she shakes back and forth to try and wrestle free. When her hands fly forward to try and grab you, you quickly step backwards and realize that physically restraining her just isn't possible.

Suddenly, you picture Nicole at your knees, your first conquest... you get an idea.

"Danielle", you command in a calm, yet thundering voice, "... you know how I found you, right?". She covers both eyes with her hands and scoots into the back corner, shaking her head violently. You continue. "... Nicole told me about you."

The toned woman immediately starts shaking. "Ohmygod WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" You continue pumping your spirals into the room, not taking any chances. "She's much happier now, Danielle. She loves my colors. Don't you love my colors? Don't they make you feel good?"

She screams in response. "DON'T MAKE ME LOOK! I KN-kn-KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!"

"Then I guess you'll never see Nicole again."

She openly sobs at this point. You nod your head in mock-sympathy, tutting.

"... Tell you what, Danielle. I'm merciful enough. I'm not a bad man, really. So here's my offer:

... if you can look into my eyes and count to 10, I'll let you go! Nicole's right outside. You can go get her and do whatever you want. That's all it takes."

Her shoulders sag, eyes still hidden by her manicured hands. "... That's it? That's the only choice I have?"

You nod your head. "Just to 10. Then you're free."

She lies in silence for a few seconds. Then, trembling all over, she pulls her hands away and cracks her eyes open. Immediately you intensity the rings of your spirals, and the room flashes with their speed.

Her eyes involuntarily fly open as she starts counting, her voice wavering. "One! Two! Th-three... fourr..."