Writing Prompt

"Come on, come on..." he whimpered as he pulled down the lever on the slot machine with his left hand. He was so close. His legs were already numb, and a breath caught in his throat as his right elbow locked up completely.

"Not long now," drawled a rich baritone, that made what was left of his skin crawl. Glaring up at the sound, he saw the red skinned creature leisurely checking it's watch as it ...