"No, I don't think I will," it tittered and then waggled a grotesquely disjointed finger as it clucked Wanda's tongue in disapproval. Don't even think about it. You're going to make me angry. And she's going to suffer for your sins.
On cue, Wanda went rigid and then smashed against a wall, yanked by some unseen force within her. She snapped forward, her head lolling like a rag doll, and regained consciousness just in time to be slammed up against the ceiling. Wanda slid along the ceiling until she was directly above Jessica, held there, struggling against against her own body. Blood from her wounds dripped down onto Jessica's face.
The demon took control again long enough to admonish her, "Oh Jessssica. Look what you've done. You're a bad girl, hurting your friend. This is why no one cares, Jessica. You don't know how to be good, you just ruin everything you love." Wanda's body crashed then and she screamed when her nose busted against the hard floor. Abruptly flipped over, she was yanked up at her bloody stomach as if by an unseen hand. Back arched, the demon smashed her up and down, over and over. Wanda was powerless to stop it but aware of every agonizing moment, the sickening thump her body made as it hit the floor.