Muddled with pain and wary, the demon sent Wanda out first, burning through her chemical sedation as it regained its strength. Wanda opened her eyes, terrified and confused as she blinked away the haze of her anesthesia. "Daimon?" she whispered, forcing the words from a throat raw from the demon's shrieks and invective while she'd been under. She pushed against her bindings as she stared up at him, turned her head to look at Jessica and Nick. "What happened?" she asked, and then her eyes grew wide. Her neck visibly compressed as if someone were squeezing it, and she wheezed and rasped, shaking her head from side to side in wild fear as she choked.
The demon was constricting her throat from the inside. In her panic, Wanda bit down on the inside of her cheeks and, when a trickle of blood hit her tongue, the thing inside made her bite down harder. Her mouth filled with blood, gurgled out of her lips as struggled to breathe and then suddenly went still as a low laugh escaped her bloodied mouth.
"Well, look who it is," the demon turned its coal-black eyes to Daimon, and smiled. "Thanksss, it was getting kind of cramped in here." Now that it had control of her limbs it flexed fingers and arms experimentally, pushing against the metal bindings that held it. Baring Wanda's teeth, it hissed at an unexpected pain that affected it rather than its host. Someone had sprinkled the bindings with salt and holy water. Apparently its captors weren't all complete fools, after all.