Mr Smith did as he was told and put a containment field around Mrs Wormwood. Oh how he liked trapping people and watching them suffer. Back when he was a proper Xylok, he was the pimp master of BDSM. Oh yes, he loved watching Mrs Wormwood try to touch the containment field. He liked her distress.
"Release me!" Mrs Wormwood sang, like a cat being raped by a Dalek.
The containment field orgasmed at the touch of Mrs Wormwood's oily fingertips. Mr Smith liked how the containment field felt.
"This is orgasmically interesting." He commented.
"Oh Mr Smith." Mrs Wormwood began to cry.
La la la.