Chambers of your new daemon master

As your vision clears, you see that you are in a dark, damp chamber. The air is thick with the smell of musty stone and mildew. You struggle against your bindings, but they hold tight. You turn your head to look around the room and spot a figure sitting in the shadows.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" you demand, your voice muffled by the gag.

The figure stands and steps into the light. You gasp as you see that he is not human. He is tall and slender with skin as black as coal. His eyes are bright red and seem to glow in the dark.

"I am your new master," he says in a deep, smooth voice. "You have been brought here as a gift to me. You will serve me well."

You try to protest, but he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"Silence, human. You are in no position to refuse me. You will do as I command or suffer the consequences."

He steps closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your face. You try not to flinch as he reaches up and removes the gag from your mouth.

"Now, let's see what kind of use I can make of you," he says.