Down in the basement

La-Ne has kept her lover, Toi, imprisoned in her basement for several months. She has drawn the biting cords holding him in place to their furthest limit, and she now stands triumphantly above him.
"How is my Big Boy today? Thirsty? Mama has big plans for you."
La-Ne's voice was an odd mix, like tinkling bells and splintering glass; soothing, but with an edge of menace. "I know you will make me so proud of you. I know you are going to take even more than the last time. Soon you will be a champion - my Champion."
Toi writhed on the slippery floor of La-Ne's basement; nervous, waiting, desperate for her love and attention. Her visits had become more infrequent, her treatments more cruel and bizarre. She always left by saying that she would never be coming back; that it would be the last time he would ever see her. How he loved these precious, private moments - being the center of her world. Yet more and more the moments became filled with panic - the thrill of being so close to her walked a tightrope with his fantasies of being abandoned by her. He would do anything to please her.
"But the last time was a little disappointing." La-Ne scolded in rich, buttery tones. "We gagged and spilled some didn't we?" She stroked his cheeks and pryed his aching jaws even wider - like the lion tamer in a circus.
"You wouldn't want to disappoint me," the voice turned to ice. "Would you?"
Toi choked out his acquiescence as best he could. He heard his garbled cry as if from a voice far away and outside of himself. Then, in silence, glittering pearls of tear water slipped from his eyes and mixed with the briny pool on the floor which had turned his hair into a soaking, heavy mop. The bittersweet tears blurred the image of his beloved. The Voice became buttery again.
"It is time - my Champion. Open your mouth wide for me!"