The Captivity Meme

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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 our 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 here.

Comments

/rolls with it 8D

[reargunner]

"He's not like the other ones," the man beside Cain said, eliciting a grunt of acknowledgement. "Look at the wings."

"Da. Maybe if you spent less time gawping at them I wouldn't have to keep watching to make sure he doesn't get a mouthful of the floor." Cain hissed back, a hand on the prisoner's arm as he jerked him up from another almost-trip. The grip wasn't gentle, more than a little too tight, perhaps, but the annoyance didn't seem to be directed at Whitaker.

"Hold off reporting this to Commander Tolyat. I want a few minutes alone with him first."

Q U Q

[whitaker]

Whitaker gasped a little as he was jerked up a little roughly from another trip. He could hear the exasperation in Cain's voice, and even though it may not have been entirely his fault that the man was less than cheerful, Whit still tried to keep as quiet and compliant as possible.

Still, he couldn't help tensing up and getting nervous when Cain said that he wanted some time alone with him. His heart was absolutely racing with fear.

[reargunner]

For all his agitated complaints, Cain doesn't let the prisoner fall until they come to a stop. He exchanges a few words with the other man who had been with them, then abruptly tugged the blindfold off Whit's eyes, prodding him towards a chair in the same movement.

"Sit," he commanded, wrapping the cloth of the blindfold loosely around the knuckles of his right hand, clenching it into a loose fist.

[whitaker]

Whitaker flinched when the blindfold came off so suddenly, and it took him a moment to adjust his eyes before he was able to see anything, and even then it was mostly shadows to him. But he nodded and stepped over to the chair that was standing slightly behind him and sat obediently.

He knew this was a long shot, but he hoped he would be able to get at least a bit of information out of this man, so he quickly asked, "What do you want?"