The scream coming from Wanda now was the demon's, caught off guard and temporarily paralyzed by the blast. She went down on her knees and then fell on her side, staring at Jessica with her own eyes. Her hand was pouring blood and her breathing was shallow. The venom blast as a blessing in disguise, at least it numbed her pain (even if it was poisoning her).
"Jess, please," she begged. "You have to lock me up, you have to-" Wanda was choking again, the vengeful demon suffocating her with the bile in her throat. As the feeling returned to her extremities, Wanda scrabbled at her throat and then froze, eyes wide, as her hands moved of their own volition to lift the hem of her shirt and scratch at her stomach. When she vomited up blood again, she could breathe, but still she couldn't stop shredding her skin, gouging at her own body. "Make it stop, oh my god."