bakerstreet | 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!

CATEGORIES

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.

Taken from memebells.

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Perhaps I know that if I leave you out of my sight, you will vanish?

If that were the case, I would have expected handcuffs.

Handcuffs can be arranged.

[Voice a touch thick.]

[Her smile this time is less tired and more like herself, full of confident sexuality and the promise of misbehavior.]

And makes it easier to leave you naked and handcuffed to the bed.

Ah, see, that's why we can't.

[Sorrowful.]

Playing it safe now?

Betrayal being a risk is one thing. A promise, however?

[This again.] Is only as good as the person giving it.

So because you can't be trusted, I can trust you not to be telling the truth when you say not to trust you?

[That makes her laugh, but the adrenaline of the escape is starting to fade and she has to hide a wince as the laugh pulls at bruised and battered muscles.

At least she hoped it was simply bruising.]

Didn't you yourself say it was a mistake to trust me just a few hours ago?

I'm sure I did.

[He agrees, with a sideways glance at her. He searches the dash next- and thank God, he was right, their things are still there.]

Pull up here.

[His answer earns him a sidelong glance of Irene's own, meeting his eye briefly before she turned her attention back to the road, slowing the jeep to a stop.

She made a mental note to procure new documentation. Irene Adler was dead and she couldn't risk using any of her old aliases. It'd have to be a brand new one. Something no one else knew, not even Sherlock.]

Proving a point?

Don't be ridiculous. We're both walking from here. We can't park their jeep outside of our hotel.

[Crawling out of the car.]

[Irene chuckles again, quiet and knowing, and waits until Sherlock is thoroughly occupied in his own maneuvering to take the keys out of the ignition and climb out the driver's side.

Despite her careful, deliberate movements, everything still hurt and she favours her left side as she tosses him the keys to the Jeep.

It's nothing as concrete as handcuffs, or as sincere as a promise. But it's a gesture nonetheless.]

[He pockets them, and offers her his arm. They can lean on each other for the brief walk.]

[She just looks at him when he offers his arm. Because to take it feels like she'd be giving in. ~~Never mind she's already given him the keys~~.

But on the other hand, what exactly was pride supposed to gain her now? Ten minutes of irritation and general discomfort at best. So she rests her hand on his arm, more for stability than any need ~~or want~~) (or so she tells herself).]

I hope you'll come up with something creative for the injuries, at least.

Hit by a car is the general-

[Excuse. Because it happens all the time anyways. Excited as he gets, as much bolting into streets as he does.]

Ugh.

[Her grip tightens on his arm, almost instinctive, despite her steady tone.] Don't tell me you're giving up on me now, Mr. Holmes.

I'm not.

[He promises, keeping on walking.]

I may have to surrender that shower, though. I have no interest in staying standing.

[The minutest ebbing of tension with a silent sigh, and her grip eases.]

If you were anyone else, I'd call that a clever attempt at trying to see me naked.

I've seen you naked, and I have a photographic memory.

[He reminds her. He will never forget that image.]

[A sidelong glance and a smile.] I did say if you were anyone else.

Twice, actually. I've seen you naked twice.

[Bemused.]

[That smile continues tugging at her lips.]

I recall being there for both of those occasions.

Don't make fun, I got this way saving you heroically.

[After all.]

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