Rasteva was pleased that they did not have lungs because otherwise they might have screamed. With that said, the Daemon settled for screaming internally. The Woman would not stop talking, but this wasn't as odd as it could have been because as far as Rasteva knew Humans of any kind never knew when to shut up and so it stood to reason that this one would be no different. She was however, nice enough to remove the ridiculous bow from around their neck which bumped her up to 'slightly tolerable'. 

When the woman left the room once again, Rasteva took a furtive glance around. The more accustomed they became to the area the easier it would be to make an escape. Rasteva snapped back to stillness as the girl returned, resuming their role as her stuffed toy once more. The Daemon bit back their irritation as the girl prodded them, and resisted the urge to swat at her with a tiny paw. Rasteva was not used to being touched, much less held and they found the sensation to be odd. The girl returned to the other room and began chattering about something or other on the television. This was a bit more bearable as Rasteva actually LIKED television and they watched the show with some level of interest.

It may have been the only good thing Humans had ever done if the Daemon was being honest.

Something the woman had said rattled around their mind however. She had admitted to wanting to learn and experience new things, and Rasteva knew that the youngest of Human society were often more open minded. Was it possible that she....No. It would not work. Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, Rasteva was vaguely aware of being carried away once more through the woman's now dark home. She seemed to be preparing for sleep, and the Daemon prepared themselves for what would come soon after. They took a brief moment to let out another internal scream as the woman giggled over an outfit they planned to force the Daemon to wear at a later date.

The sooner they escaped the better.

Even in sleep the woman would not release her grip on the Daemon, and Rasteava wondered if they might even escape from her at all. Listening intently they waited until the girl's breathing became deep and regular before attempting to wriggle out of her grasp. It was a little nerve wracking as they new she could wake up at any moment, but even then the woman did not move. Finally managing to free themselves, the Daemon stood up and turned to regard the sleeping Human with a critical eye. A soft plush paw reached out to poke the Human on the face while she slept.

Payback.

Once they felt that retribution had been doled out in equal measure, Rasteva shuffled to the edge of the bed and climbed over and promptly flopped onto the floor. Pushing themselves to their feet the pint sized monstrosity toddled to the door and stared up at it. The doorknob was quite far over the Daemon's head, and they had no way of reaching it from the floor. Looking about frantically, Rasteva laid eyes on a chair sitting by the Woman's desk. Hobbling towards it as quickly as their stubby legs could carry them Rasteva beang pushing the chair with as much stength as their plush body could muster.

Which wasn't much.

Still inch by inch the chair was edged towards the door. A step in the right direction. Rasteva frequently stopped to look at the woman in the bed, but she did not seem to be waking any time soon. This was good. All Rasteva had to do was get the chair to the door, and they would be a step closer to freedom.

And then their real work could begin.