One of many Chad's shortcomings, and perhaps the one he tried to hide the most was his claustrophobia. Despite the demon's continued efforts to pleasure it's host into submission, Chad's years of discreet therapy and self-management began to unravel.
Chad began to breath repeatedly as he started to enter a blind panic, desperately trying to move his arms to tear off his leather prison. The daemon’s initial response was to merely chuckle and try to increase the pleasurable feelings, but to no avail. Chad had a one track mind, to simply get out of the suit, and continued to try to rip off the suit, and began to howl in panic and desperation.
Evidently the demon hadn’t encountered a person with claustrophobia before, since it's best efforts to take Chad's mind off his situation failed, to the point where trying to contain it's host was starting to drain it's energy. In it's primitive and parasitic mind, it had made a bad choice, but wanted to punish Chad for seemingly being the perfect host; on the outside the least but fooling it.
“You are clearly not worthy of my protection” chided the demon, “as you fooled me into trying to bond with you I'll leave you with a lasting reminder of me and what you could have been!” the demon scolded, almost with a child-like temper.
While gasping the air in his prison, Chad felt faint – he assumed that he was going to pass out from the terror of his situation, but unbeknownst to him, as he began to convulse on the floor, a black mass began to separate from his body and proceeded to slide off into the shadows of the field house.
Chad awoke a few hours later, the early evening sun shining through the windows. Wiping the sweat from his face, he initially thought he had been drugged somehow, until he realised his hand actually looked and felt like a warm leather glove. Gasping, he looked down at his body, which was still encased in the leather bodysuit, like before, only now it felt like his actual skin. Out of impulse he got to his feet and studied his reflection of his head in the mirror. Thankfully his face looked normal, but his hear looked black and slick like before. Beginning to breath heavily, Chad sat back down on the floor, rubbing his gloved fingered against his temples, thinking about what he was going to do.