Heaving jagged breaths, Jessica closed her eyes, moaned at the assault. She tasted salt and blood and death, her insides twisting in agony by the hands of her anxiety and helplessness. At least, she reasoned, that this demon's spiel wasn't anything she hadn't already considered. That in the end she didn't matter, and what she saw in her future was bleak and lonely. Wanda was a better person than she was, they all were, and Jessica knew she hardly deserved to have any of them in her life. She'd long come to terms with her reality--that she was born broken, no good to the anyone around her as hard as she tried to be, because she was defective. Defective now, defective then, completely worthless. It was laughable, really.
Jessica opened her eyes, her blank stare glazed by tears, and let her body heavy in the demon's grasp. Maybe being devoured by a demon was her fate for living a shitty life and doing even shittier things. But it wasn't going to be Wanda's. She swiveled her contemptuous gaze and smirked. "Let's not." Gripping its wrists, Jessica twisted out of its hold and thrust her knee into its gut. I'm sorry, Wanda. Breaking apart from the monster, she pivoted and swung the heel of her foot at its face.