Strip

"Strip." You command, "excuse me?!" She angrily asks. "What do you mean strip?! You creep, im getting out of here!" Before she leaves you use your powers to lock the doors.

*kllk kllk* is the sound the door makes as she twists the handles. "What the hell, How am i locked?! The lock buttons are on the inside!" She cries deperately, she goes to the other door doing the same before banging on them fiercly.

"O-okay , i...i don't know what you pulled here... B..but i-I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" She shouts in anger and confusion, with the usual hint of fear of course.

"Strip." You exclaim again, she steps backwards only to find that the room had suddenly felt smaller as if it was a wooden plank enough to build a house, but now it was one for your drawers.

"Strip." You exclaim again, "... Huff... Huff... Huff...shit... Im...c-claustrophobic...huff huff" she pants and wheezes as the walls close in more.... And more and more.

Now she was sweaty, wheezy, dizzy, afraid, and a bit of pee escaped her making an unoticable pool around her black soccer shorts, "No! I-IM NOT AFRAID!!" she shrieks in rage.