Nicodemus was yanked to consciousness. His head hurt, his body was suddenly on fire. It wasn't so much he was in pain, but something was pulling at him and he felt it. He felt the urge to leave the body, to be thrown back to hell. His eyes flew open and he searched around the room, finding Lavender and Octavius still there. He could barely focus on anything around him as he fought the urge to stay where he was, to stay firmly placed in his body that he could use in so many ways. He had the memories. He knew what the body was capable of in this man's actual hands.
His mouth dropped open a cry that bordered on a scream. "FUCKING STOP!" he screamed, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"