The Mistake He Never Made

Awakening

He awoke to a warm, wet sensation. It nearly covered his entire body. Could he have pissed himself in his sleep again? He opened his eyes, only to find that he still could not see. He was sweating now though, as much as one can sweat while submersed from the neck down. He tried to speak, but when he tried to open his mouth, searing pain shot through his lips. His hands raised and found that his lips had been sewn together. Furthermore, he couldn't remember anything. What was his name? How did he get here? Where was HERE anyways?

Suddenly, he heard a voice. Feminine for sure, but powerful and intoxicating.
"How's my favourite boy doing so far?" She said, in a voice that, had it not been attached to his potential murderer, would have easily turned him on. It was...oddly familiar.
"Adam? Can you still hear me? Oh dear don't tell me you've died again!" Again, did she just say...AGAIN? Before Adam could comprehend what the woman had said, he was blinded by an intense white light. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that he was in a massive cooking pot, and the lid had just been removed. Was this crazy bitch...COOKING HIM?!