Warning: Mentions of blood, death, implied killing of an animal or something with flesh 

The demon steps away from the dark throne and draws his attention to the human chained before his feet. The demon grasps the human's face, clenching his cheeks between his long thick veiny fingers, forcing him to look upwards towards his face.

"Such a pitiful sight." The demon scoffs before releasing a string of saliva onto the human's face. He smirks before speaking once more.

"In exchange for your life, you must pay me with a pound of flesh." The demon stated, releasing the human's face. He snaps his fingers, thus releasing the human from its confines before disappearing into a thick cloud of smoke.

The following day, the man walks into the demon's lair, a large crumpled beige package in hand. The package dripping with fresh crimson. Perfect. 

The demon's grin widens at the human's arrival. He quickly snatches the package from his outstretched hands.

 The demon lets out a distraught gurgle as he unwraps the package.

"What is this nonsense?!" He exclaims, voice thundering with rage.

"It's just as you asked for. A pound of flesh." The Human states, shrugging. 

"Well-yeah,... But no! That's not how it's supposed to be! You were supposed to bring me your heart or your pancreas!" The demon remarked, sneering at the pitiful human.

The human simply stared back at the demon questioningly.

 "You know,... Shakespeare? The Merchant of Venice?" Silence.

"Shylock asks for a pound of flesh!" He huffs out a breath of air in frustration and grumbles under his breath, "It sounded cooler when he said it."