Now that her eyes had finally adjusted to the new darkness of the room, Sonny was even more frantic than before. She was torn between wanting to try and help Vee, and selfishly save herself from this hellish beast that had invaded both of their lives. Inwardly, the dark-haired girl berated herself for not listening to her gut and cutting her hand when she knew better. This was too much, and she silenty hoped and prayed that this was all a dream--that she and Vee had come home from the bar, and she had passed out on the couch because things like this didn't happen in real life, they happened in cheap horror movies. 

That voice was at her again, wrapped around her entire being as a wave of evil washed over her and Sonny shook in place as the demon questioned her. It was as though her voice was trapped in her throat, because she was unable to do more than squeak a simple [i]yes[/i] or [i]no[/i] in reply. Truly, she didn't understand the ramification of what she had done, or what it meant when she had used her blood on that ridiculous Ouija board. She wasn't a satanist, and she certainly didn't have the slightest clue about what binding a demon meant. "I don't want you here!" she shouted, voice cracking as she was touched.

Finally, the creature with the red eyes had come into full view and she looked like any other person. Had Sonny been able to think correctly, she would have said that she was pretty, but her life was being threatened, and all she wanted to do was run. Squirming in the demon's grasp, Sonny squeezed her eyes closed again, her make up smearing as she cried. "Don't hurt me," she begged again, "I don't want to die, I didn't even mean to call you!" She took a deep, shuddering breath, finding a bit of strength to look back at the other woman, "don't kill me. Don't kill my friend." That was all she could focus on, getting out and keeping herself and Vee alive.

With the blonde girl still incapacitated, Sonny was completely alone with this demon. "Can't you just let me go?" she asked, hoping that it was really that simple. She was sure that she would be laughed at for such a suggestion but it was worth a shot anyway. Wiping at her eyes, Sonny attempted to put on a brave face, "or...we could burn the board?" That worked in horror movies, maybe those rules applied to the real world too.