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

[desecrated]

They mostly just flop to their sides, he's - just out of it and ... not really here with her. A little.

[formersurgeon]

She sits beside him and slides her hands under him.

"Here...roll over for me."

[desecrated]

He turns over, one of the stitches has torn a little, and blood is leaking on his shirt, but it's not as bad as it looks, most of her stitches have held, there's just some bruising from his struggles.

[formersurgeon]

"You've popped one of your stitches. Hold on."

She goes to grab their med kit, musing that she should have told Sherlock to get some more supplies. She'd call him, except they're only using the burner phones for emergencies. This isn't an emergency yet.

She sits on the bed again and starts closely examining each cut, making sure the infection isn't based in one of his wounds.

[desecrated]

It might very well be, he flinches at the touch, hissing a little. His skin is sensitive.
Should it hurt that much?

[formersurgeon]

"Mmm." She frowns. "It looks like this one is infected. We'll have to take care of that. We'll wait for Sherlock, though."

She'll put some butterfly closures on that one wound, though. If it doesn't hold, it doesn't hold, but she's not about to try to put stitches in when he's like this.

[desecrated]

He groans when she touches him, not meaning to. It just hurts.
"Sh'lock.,, likes Joan," he says, deluded.

[formersurgeon]

He doesn't know what he's saying.

"He does," she says quietly, more to placate him than anything. "I like him, too."

[desecrated]

He gives a lopsided smile. "S'alright, n-not hurt Fe..." he drops off to sleep, painkillers kicking in.

I don't mind.

[formersurgeon]

She pauses for a moment, checking his breathing, checking his pulse, making sure he was asleep and not something worse. She finishes closing the wound and then circles the bed to lay down next to him, facing him. She puts a hand on his cheek, smiles to feel it cooler than it was, and closes her eyes.

Sherlock finds them like this when he returns, the two of them asleep together.

[desecrated]

Felix still has an elevated temperature, but he's cooler than he was, still a bit troubled in his sleep.
Leaning closer to Joan, though.