the HUMAN TRAFFICKING meme

[liberee_delivree]

You've been caught by an unknown circle of human traffickers. Everything has been taken from you - your possessions, your life, your dignity. In return you've been given a thin t-shirt that barely covers yourself and a barcode tattoed on your right wrist. Your new home is nothing but a cement bunker and it's dank and it's cold. For a while you feel hollow and alone, but slowly you start to notice the people around you. They're the same, just like you and in the same situation. Someone finally fills you in. You're being offered up for sale - for any purpose. Someone could buy you by the hour for service - usually sexual, but sometimes for labor as well. Or they could outright buy you for your organs if someone desperately needs a transplant and the hospital is fresh out of kidneys. HOW TO PLAY: - post with your character - don't forget your preferences and limits. - specify whether or not you are ok with being a buyer and/or the product. - tag others with your prompt of choice. if you have a hard time, rng is your friend. - be kind and respectful to eachother and yourselves. speak up if you're uncomfortable with something. PROMPTS: ➀ ABDUCTION: You've been drugged and they've taken you, but you can't figure out where you are. All you know is the cement floor is cold, you can't figure out which way is up and which is down, and there's someone there inspecting you everywhere - taking inventory. ➁ SOCIAL: Life is catching up to you and it's overwhelming. You're in a world of hurt, but so is everyone else. It's all the same situation. Maybe you can find comfort in one of the others that have been branded as property. ➂ VOYEURISM: You're both property, and a buyer has paid for the both of you tonight. They've requested that you have sex with each other so that they may watch from behind a one-way window. A guard is planted by the door so that neither of you escape. If you refuse to copulate, you will be whipped. If you're not doing it the way the buyer is interested in, you will be punished. ➃ FIGHT: You've been purchased by someone with a very specific and dangerous interest - slave fighting. You've been tossed into an arena with someone else just like you, in the same boat, and you're being forced to fight them to the death. If you refuse, they'll shoot you on the spot. ➄ CANNIBAL: So beautiful and delicious. . . you've been purchased for dinner tonight. Whether or not they kill you first remains to be seen. ➅ SLAVE: The boss has some chores to be done, and you're the perfect candidate. Get your tongue wet enough to wipe those boots clean. ➆ PROTECT: It's a dog eat dog world out there and having an ally just might be the only thing that gets you through. Form a bond with someone and take their back in hopes that they have yours. It's not uncommon for someone to sacrifice themselves for the ones they love. If you're lucky enough, you might just find that someone. ➇ TRANSPLANT: Sorry to say you've been chosen as an organ donor. Even more sorry to inform you that anesthesia is a luxury that nobody will bother to pay for. You'll be patched up with a few stitches and some gauze. That is, if you survive. I hope they don't take your heart. ➈ SLUT: You're the buyer tonight and you've purchased your prize. Have your way with them, any way you want it. Be sure to punish them accordingly if they don't comply. ➉ SAVED: Not worth your salt, you've been thrown out onto the streets, drugged and dazed. A kind soul decides to take you in, clean you up and get you healed. If you're lucky enough, they'll help you take your life back and find out what happened to you.

WARNINGS:
→ sexual situations
→ noncon, dubcon
→ blood and gore
→ amputations, loss of organs
→ death
→ you get the idea. . .

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[captainwatson]

He'll try to kiss Sherlock's fingers and suck them.

"Be good for you..." he murmurs.

Anything you want.

[improbably_true]

Sherlock just sighs and pats John's head. "Rest, come on, back in bed. Might not be comfortable for a while because of the drugs they've ... You're probably not aware of it."

[captainwatson]

He curls up into a shivering ball, clutching at the pillows as if he's never seen them before in his life.

"P-please don't sell...Will be good. Will be good..."

[improbably_true]

He puts his hand over John's clammy forehead. "I'm not going to sell you, John." Is this what it's come to then? John might have recognized him for a moment, but not long.

[captainwatson]

His mind can't hold onto enough lucidity to know what is real right now.

Is the man Owner or Sherlock?

Is it both? He...He doesn't know who to trust.

She sold him. She let them take him. Would it be so far to assume his best friend would own him and use him too?

All John can do is curl up and sob quietly.

[improbably_true]

He looks rather guilty about it all. He's the one that thought John would be safe. He shouldn't have trusted anyone. He could protect John best.

He picks up his phone. His brother had said not to phone until he was out of the country, but Sherlock thinks he deserves an earful.

[captainwatson]

Mycroft will sound lazy as usual but is relieved to get a call from Sherlock.

"Hello little brother. How's the exile going?"

[improbably_true]

Sherlock just frowns. "For some reason your security has failed, and you have a leak in your ranks."
Sherlock knows they're running a search. Mycroft has to know.
His tone is cold.

[captainwatson]

"I don't follow. What is amiss?" Mycroft sounds genuine, almost annoyed.

John shivers and itches under the duvet.

[improbably_true]

"John's been kidnapped by traffickers. Obviously I've - got him here with me, now. And he's safe. Just - I don't know, thought that was relevant information. You saying you'd keep him safe and all."

He's a little angry, obviously.

[captainwatson]

There's a silence on the other end for a while.

"Are you certain it's John Watson?"

[improbably_true]

"You can test his DNA if you want," Sherlock snaps. I think I'd know my own best friend, Mycroft.

"But I'm certain."

[captainwatson]

"...Last report I had informed me that John had left his wife and child before running off to America." Mycroft says, "I was even given cctv footage along with his bank statement...and of course I visited poor Mary. She was distraught. I hear since she's moved on to an old flame...David something."

[improbably_true]

There's silence for a while. "Can't believe I thought she wouldn't harm John," Sherlock says quietly. "She informed you of this, didn't she. Footage can be altered Mycroft, you're apparently the expert. Of course. David."

He grits his teeth.
Oh John, you really didn't deserve this.

[captainwatson]

"I admit if this is true then...I did fall into Mrs. Watson's plan." Mycroft sighs; "I even managed to trace what I thought was John's whereabouts in Boston. I'm curious as to how Mary was able to do this if she was the one behind it all."

[improbably_true]

Sherlock makes a scoffing noise. "If you strip someone of their identity it's very easy to just sell them into an underground auction. I am sure he's had more than two people play the role of - whatever it is when you treat someone worse than a dog."

He's snapping, wanting to undo this, and not knowing how.
I don't trust any of you. He's with me now.

[captainwatson]

"It's a miracle you discovered him at all." Mycroft sighs; "What's his condition?"

[improbably_true]

"He's coming down from drugs, probably a diazepine, malnourished and dehydrated. And I don't need your help." Sherlock hangs up the phone.

He sighs and turns back to John. "I'm very sorry."
He didn't even ask about John's child. John would want to know.

[captainwatson]

Mycroft sends a text letting Sherlock know he'll offer any services needed.

John just whimpers in his drugged and tired daze.

Why does Owner sound so sad?

[improbably_true]

Sherlock just touches his cheek. "Nothing for you to worry about, John." He sighs and resumes his watch, though he'll probably offer John more water and not answer Mycroft's texts.

[captainwatson]

John will take the water but every now and then he'll start fitting, desperate for a fix.

He'll reach for Sherlock; "Please..."

[improbably_true]

Sherlock pats his arm, a bit sadly. "It's alright, it's going to pass, John. It's not punishment, it's not your fault."

Yeah, well. The lie serves him well. Everyone reactions differently to it.
And ... he's fine. He doesn't need their help.

He can do this alone.
He's been through withdrawal.
John should have a container to throw up in, but Sherlock doesn't think there will be much.
Sips of water, then.

Probably help to the bathroom. Don't want John soaking the bed.

[captainwatson]

He'll retch if he's fed again and it will be a few hours before he starts squirming for the bathroom.

[improbably_true]

Sherlock nearly fireman-carries John into the bathroom and sets him on the loo. "There you go." He might wince a little.
Sherlock isn't cut out to be a nursemaid, but he's going to try.

[captainwatson]

He's pale and sweating. What is going on?

Once he's relieved himself he wants to throw up again. Then he'll scream and clutch his head.

Need fix. Need...to be used.