A daemonic researcher

Gox steps aside finally giving you a view of the person who just bought you and Leah. You see a tall skinny older man with short graying hair. He is wearing a long coat which drapes over standard linen clothing. His squinting hazel eyes are shielded by small, perfectly round glasses. He approaches you and Leah and lifts his glasses to closer inspect your nude bodies.
“Yes. Very good.” He announced to no one in particular. He takes a hold of you and Leahs cuffs and escorts you off the platform.

You ask him who he is and where he is taking you, but he ignores your questions as he guides you through the winding streets of the city. After a few minutes you arrive in front of a small unmarked stone building. The man produces a key from a pocket in his coat, and unlocks the door.

The interior is darker and drearier than the exterior. There are several old wooden tables overflowing with glass flasks and tubes. Stacks of paper and books scattered on the floor seem ready to topple at any moment. The stranger stops in the middle of the lab to address you and Leah.

“Welcome to my lab, ladies.” The man's high pitched voice rips at your earlobes. “My name is Aenor, and I am the MOST esteemed researcher in this fair city!”

“Why did you buy us?” You ask him while attempting to free your hands.

“Oh it's very simple really. The mayor himself has tasked me with finding out what makes a daemon tick! And as you know very well by now, a daemon loves nothing more than a beautiful human female.”

Your stomach begins to churn as you imagine what this foul man intends to do with you and Leah.

“The mayor is paying me quite a bit, and well I'm behind on my deadline. See my daemon's aren't exactly behaving themselves and I have tests to run!”

“You have daemons? Here in the city!?”

“Why yes, in this very building. Worry not, they are secured. Haha, well I suppose you should worry a little.”

“Why's that?”

“Well I have a theory that my daemons might calm down if I provide them with some... entertainment.”

As you suspected, this man wants you to be a daemons toy! You don't want to be in that situation with another daemon again. You jump free of Aenor's reach and despite your arms and legs being bound you run quite fast. You make it to the door before Aenor can react but your hands have trouble grasping the door handle and even when you do it's locked.

Suddenly a sharp pain strikes your shoulder blade and you fall to the ground, your entire body going numb. You tilt your head enough to see Aenor standing over you holding some type of metal rod with a forked tip. Small bolts of electricity jump between the ends of the rod. Everything around you gradually goes dark as you pass out.

You awaken, slowly taking in your surroundings as your eyes adjust to the light. You are in a very small room with stone walls and ceiling. There is a thick metal gate and door in place of one of the walls. The only light is a singular torch burning on an iron sconce outside the bars. You begin to notice your wrists and ankles have something wrapped around them and you can't move your limbs. Heavy iron chains hold your arms above your head, and your legs spread apart. You are, of course, completely naked.