Gaping, Jessica wheezed and gasped, slapping Wanda's wrist, moving her hand up to try and pry out of her grip. Not her grip--this wasn't Wanda talking. Her chest tightened, lungs thumping desperately for the air they weren't getting, and before she reached that point of fading out, Jessica tore her hands from her neck, groaning as nails took flesh with it. She dropped to the ground and pushed herself back with enough distance to catch her breath. Her cuts prickled and stung hot, blood trickled to her dips in her collarbone. It all made sense now; Wanda was possessed. "Bring her back," Jessica demanded, rising to her feet.