It laughed at him again and grinned wickedly. "You'll have to be more specific," the monster trilled brightly, twisting Wanda's face into a sneer as it stared at his burning hands. "Oh yessss. Go ahead. Do it. Burn me, fight me, banish me. And know that I will wreck this body."
To prove its point, it bit down hard on Wanda's tongue and chewed until her mouth filled with blood again. This time it swallowed instead of letting her spit it out, forcing the blood down her windpipe. Wanda was dragged to consciousness again to cough and gag, asphyxiating on her own blood, unable to lift her head for breath with the restraint at her neck and a throat already weak from the demon's constriction earlier.
Nick saw her eyes change, shifted restlessly on his feet and glared at Hellstrom when the coughing didn't subside. Sure as fuck didn't look like the demonologist was helping a damn thing. Grunting his annoyance at his own decision (made against his better judgement), Fury moved abruptly to a wall panel, punched in a command, and the cuff around Wanda's neck retracted down into the table she was confined to.
Shaking with wheezing coughs and groans, blood spilling over her lips, she held her head up until her trachea cleared and she could breath normally. Then she went limp again, head hitting the table with a loud thunk as her eyes rolled back into her head and the demon returned. With a grin for Nick, it then turned it's attention back to Daimon, an eyebrow raised in mocking anticipation. It continued its threats as though there had been no interruption, voice slurring around its vessel's wounded tongue. "I'll have the bitch begging for death by the time I'm through with her. And you know what that means." The monster let out a low raw cackle, taunting him.