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the captivity meme

THE CAPTIVITY MEME

You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.

1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.

2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.

3. ???

4. Profit!

Scenarios

1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.

2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.

3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.

4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.

5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.

7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're your property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.

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Getting the brat out of the city was harder than Eliot thought. No one told him that the kid messed with fire, which Eliot would have considered enough upfront dishonesty that he should have dropped the job. Except he had a reputation to uphold and it was supposedly his fault for asking if there were any supernatural elements he should watch out for. How the hell should he know he had to ask such a question?!

So it was with great pains that Eliot lugged the kid along. At night he didn't even dare to make themselves a campfire in fear that it would provide the boy ammunition to fuel Kevin's flames. "We should be reaching our destination in another day or two. Why don't you get some rest, kiddo?"

Kevin glowered at the man. "Fuck you. I'm not going the rest of the way with you."

He tried to concentrate on creating just enough heat to get out of the handcuffs but he'd never been trained and didn't really know what he was doing. The only thing he'd done with his gift on his own had been to set the house on fire when he was still a kid. Instead, he managed to set his t-shirt on fire. He screamed in pain as the flames licked at his skin.

If Eliot had met a bigger fool, he could not recall it. But a guy setting himself on fire as a way to escape had to be tops on his list.

Thankful for Kevin, the retrieval specialist reacted quickly to the burst of flames by throwing the kid to the ground. Manhandling the boy, he rolled him on the ground like a large rolling pin and smothered out the fire before he let the boy up.

"Seriously?" he finally asked when only smoke and charred cloth remained of the flames. "That's gotta be the worst trick I've ever seen." He sighed and looked the remaining shirt, more like rags now, over. "You okay?"

Kevin glared up at his captor. Trick? That wasn't a trick. It was an accident. Not that he'd ever admit it. "I'm fine," he snapped, edging away from the man. "No thanks to you. You should let me go. I might set you on fire next."

Eliot scoffed, not worried in the slightest. "If you could do that, you would've done it already," he pointed out. He let the pyromaniac move away although he stayed within reaching, or at least pouncing, distance. "Nah, I think I'm fine." He settled back to sit against a tree watching his 'package'.

"Why are you fighting me so hard?"

Technically, he could do exactly what he'd threatened. Except he hadn't really learned to control his power yet. And he really missed having Joanne or Jonathan at his beck and call right now. He twisted his arms in the handcuffs but it didn't do any good. Maybe if he still had Lewis's powers but he didn't know what he was doing with them any more than with his own.

"Why am I fighting you so hard?" He glared at his captor. "Why do you think? I don't wanna die. They're gonna kill me!"

That ground Eliot's thought process to a halt.

"Wait, what?" he asked, eyes narrowing quickly and giving the kid a new look over. He was informed that the boy needed to be brought back for his own good, that he was in danger if he stayed outside. The group never mentioned anything about harming the kid.

And from the way the kid struggled, he truly believed it.

Eliot was no longer amused and having adopted a serious expression, he gave the boy a steady look. "Why would you think that?"

Kevin shrugged. "I doubt they'll mean to," he muttered, still glaring at the man. "But it's what happens if they take your powers."

He'd been fine, staying with Lewis. No more crazy storms and earthquakes. No more killing people. Not that he'd killed more than two people, just Yvette and that one Warden in Vegas. He'd actually been learning how to help people for a change. He still wasn't quite sure what he thought about that but it sure felt a hell of a lot better than being on his own or what Yvette made him do.

Eliot actually frowned as he considered the kid's words. He wasn't going to deliver a child to be killed, but he only had the boy's words on this. A biased account wouldn't help hm at all.

"And how do you know they want to take your powers?" That Eliot hadn't called Kevin crazy for mentioning powers should clue the kid in he wasn't dealing with a normal guy.

"Because I'm more powerful than they're cool with? Because I killed a couple people? Because I nearly melted both ice caps without knowing it? Because I screwed too much with the elements? Because I had a Djinn without their permission? Because I released several Demon-Marked Djinn by accident?" he muttered sullenly. "Take your pick."

That was a lot of reasons. "Damnit, I didn't sign up for this," Eliot muttered, looking over the kid and thinking of the sudden conflict he got pulled into. "Look, I don't know about elements and what? Djinns? That ain't my job. I'm here to deliver you back to those warden people and they said they're doin' it for your own good."

Kevin would have crossed his arms if they weren't cuffed behind him. He lifted his chin, laughing bitterly. "If they cared about me, they would've done something when I needed someone to, not waited until now. I wasn't bothering anyone."

"Sometimes help can't always come in time," Eliot said with a strange note in his voice that suggested a personal experience with the words. "But it's better late than never."

"You don't get it, do you, you moron?"

Okay, insulting his captor wasn't one of Kevin's brighter ideas but no one ever accused him of thinking things through. "They aren't trying to help me. They don't really even want me alive. I wanna go back to Lewis."

No, it really wasn't, and it had Eliot harden his look into a glare. "I just have your word on that, buster, and if you ain't the most trustworthy guy at the moment. Hell, you set yourself on fire tryin' to escape. Gimme one good reason I should believe a thing you just said."

"You don't have to." Kevin sounded almost like he was sulking. "Call Lewis. Or Joanne. They'd tell you the same thing."

"Right, two names who I don't know, unable to contact, and lemme guess, you're gonna provide for me." Eliot raised his eyebrows and looked at Kevin. "If you were me, would you believe that?"

Kevin's eyes widened. He pulled almost frantically at the handcuffs again. "And you'd just believe everyone who hires you?" he retorted. "How much do you really know about the council?"

"That they're the ones that hired me, and that they're footin' the bill." Yet something about what the kid was sat uncomfortably in Eliot's gut, and he tended to trust his instincts there.

"Come'n, get some sleep. We've got an early mornin' ahead of us." Either way, Eliot will have a day or two to figure this out before they were within the area of power for the so called council.

That was great except Kevin couldn't sleep. He spent what felt like hours tossing and turning uncomfortably. He'd thought Marion would have been able to distract the Council from him, Joanne, and Lewis. The others had trusted her. Surely they hadn't all been planning something like this. But perhaps Joanne... She hadn't come back for him when Yvette had attacked him and claimed Jonathan. But... No. She'd kept Marion and Quinn from killing him. Surely she wouldn't hand him over to die after that. Finally, he couldn't keep his eyes open any more.

Yvette waited for him as soon as the waking world faded away. And this time, she had both Jonathan and David. No. She had been horrible enough with one Djinn. He couldn't survive what she'd do with two. He turned to run but it was hopeless. He knew it was hopeless. It always was. He felt a pair of hard arms pull him back while another turned his head to face his stepmother. "Please, Mom... I'm sorry, please."

Eliot hadn't so much slept as doze, closing his eyes at intermittent points and ready to be awake with a knife in hand when needed. Even with his wolf senses so near the surface he wanted to be ready in case there was either a rescue or escape attempt.

He could hear the twisting and turning from the boy for the first half of the night, and when that finally quieted down, he thought it would be peace and quiet for the rest of the night. Oh how wrong he was.

Shortly after did the boy begin twisting anew, jerking in his sleep as if he was running from an invisible enemy. Eliot thought to leave Kevin alone to it when the boy cried out too, begging with desperation for whatever reason forgiveness from his mother.

It was then that Eliot decided to interfere, and sighing, he picked up a small rock and tossed it at the kid's arm. With the boy prone to setting things on fire, he wanted to make sure it was safe before he went over himself.

Kevin half-heartedly tried to twist away from the pain in his arm but what was the point in fighting when he already knew he'd never win? He closed his eyes as he saw her start to disrobe.

"David, give me Kevin's power. All of it."

Kevin looked at her, horrified. "No, Mom, please!" But it was too late. Agony spiked through him as his power was torn away. He screamed helplessly. Wasn't it enough that she planned to rape him again? Did she have to subject him to this slow, torturous death, too?

And then he felt her hands peeling his shirt away from his body. He pulled away, backing into Jonathan. "Please, don't..."

Nothing was catching on fire, and if anything, that little rock throw seemed to make the nightmares worse. Pulling himself away from his tree, Eliot finally moved next to the kid to shake him lightly.

"Hey, kid, wake up. You're havin' a nightmare." And when the boy started struggling, he shook him a lot harder. "Wake up!" Whatever parental based nightmare the boy was having, Eliot didn't want to see it continue through.

Kevin jerked awake finally, his breath coming in short gasps as his eyes darted around him. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he tried to sort out what was a dream and what was reality. "Wh-where's Yvette?"

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I'm going to assume something happened to his Djinn bottle - stolen or broken.

I have no idea what djinn you're talking about. ^^;;

many Wardens use claimed Djinn to augment their power. think Aladdin with unlimited wishes.

I know what Djinn are... is Kevin a Djinn?

No, but he'd had a Djinn if we're playing this from book 3, although he didn't after the end...

Ahhh, guess he lost the bottle.

Very much so, since I'm playing him from right after book 3

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No, but he'd had a Djinn if we're playing this from book 3, although he didn't after the end...