Casino demon

"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 lounged, laying across the top of his slot machine and the two adjacent ones. Adorned in the strange, elaborate jewellery and clothing, it was hard to make out any of the thing's body, but the length of it's limbs and neck made it clear it wasn't human.

Right. He'd made the deal at 4pm. One hour left. As his hands groped around his wallet for more cash, his blood turned to ice. Frantically patting his wallet with the only good hand left, he cursed under his breath. The clang of metal on metal rang out as he slammed his wrist onto the machine in front of him.

"You out already? Hold on, lemme help,".

He suppressed a gag as a slender hand slowly crept into his field of view. The long, dusty red digits had at least 3 rings each, gold, some encrusted with glittering jewels. At the angle they were at, the rings would have slid off, but they were tight around the fingers, tight enough they looked like were cutting off circulation, leaving the finger tips bloated and diseased. A shiver ran through his body as the hand clasped around his own. He was sure he would have flinched, pulled his hand away, but the lump of gold that was shaped like his hand didn't respond to his impulses. As the fingers dug into his hand like clay, he felt a sensation. It wasn't pain, but it brought him a profound, alien discomfort. The demon pulled a nearly fist-sized glob of liquid gold out of my hand, leaving behind my wrist and two fingers, the surfaces that had joined them looking like melted butter. It closed it's fist, shook it, and opened it again. A couple dozen coins dropped out onto my chest. The thing leered down at him, piercings that hung from it's face clattering together as it leaned to look down at him.

"That's all I'm giving you, so you better hope you get lucky and manage to pay up," it grinned. He would have yelled out in panic as the foul hands grabbed his shoulders, but he could feel the cold sensation of metal climbing up his throat, vocal cords frozen.

"If you fail, of course..." It paused as it longingly stroked a finger across the border of gold and skin crawling down his one remaining arm.

"I'll carve you up and sell you, got it?"

Grimacing, he pulled the lever again, trying to ignore the fact he could feel his jaw locking in place.