Jessica fell to the floor, disoriented. "Fuck you," she croaked, lifting her blurry gaze, not able to see much through the cloud at first, but she could hear it. The cracks and snaps of Wanda's body being twisted in the most gruesome, impossible ways. Tears formed at the ends of her eyes. What was happening made her sick to her stomach. Jessica blinked her vision back to clarity and crawled until she could get to her knees and properly standing, biting back the pain of her broken ribs. Her own blood mixed with the gore she could still taste in her mouth, and she coughed. "Let her go," she rasped, raising her hand.