kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.”
“You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.”
“Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.”
“I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.”
“You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.”
“You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.”
“What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.”
“Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.”
“Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.”
“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.”
“I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.”
“You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.”
“You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.”
“I own you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.”
“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.”
“If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.”
“Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.”
“You’re so young…”
“I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.”
“There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.”
“You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?”
“I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.”
“How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.”
“It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.”
“I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.”
“I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.”
“Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.”

“Hello? Is anyone down here?!”
“Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.”
“You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?”
“Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?”
“Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?”
“It’s the police! Show yourself!”
“Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

If Life Gives You Lemons, You...
  • Kaz: Sell them to the pigeons.
  • Inej: Use the peel for treating wounds.
  • Jesper: Use them as shooting practice.
  • Nina: Make lemon waffles.
  • Matthias: I don’t like lemons.
  • Kuwei: Make jurda parem antidote.
  • Wylan: Squirt them in my dad’s eyes.
  • *everybody turns to look at Wylan*

On May 23, 2017, Islamic extremists from the Maute group invaded the city of Marawi in the Southern Philippines. Gunshots could be heard as the group erected Islamic State flags. Over 100 people, including Christians, have been killed since the extremists entered the city. According to some reports, as many as half of the city’s 200,000 inhabitants have fled. While others in the city have been taken hostage by the extremists.

Please pray for wisdom and guidance for the Philippine government as they negotiate the release of the hostages. Pray also for the Christians to remain strong in the faith and to be witnesses for Christ. May God protect the residents of Marawi and may ISIS not get a foothold in the country.

Quiet Time (Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes Imagine)

(A/N: My first request, party hat! Toot toot!)

You were exhausted.

After a long, tiring day of keeping two ridiculously large, ridiculously wanted criminals on a shared leash all you wanted was to get back to your hotel room and sink into the beautiful porcelain tub.

Sitting on the edge, you ran your fingers under the running tap and adjusted the temperature. Squeezing half a bottle of bubble bath into the tub, you wanted to strip and get in right then but refrained. You stood up and going go the kitchen, opened the double-door fridge and hummed at its contents.

Deciding on a glass of sparkling water, you turned glass in hand back to the bathroom excitedly. Your pants came off impatiently and you nudged the door open with your bare foot, you blinked for a moment. You didn’t remember lighting any candles, yet you saw flame. Flame and hair.

“Jamison!” You hissed, “this is my bath.”

Junkrat turned to face you, grinning as he molded bubbles into different shapes. “Well technically its our bath, ‘sides, you’re always tellin’ me I need to shower!”

Setting down your glass, you raised your brows at him, “So when I want you to get into the bath you cry like a kitten, but when I don’t you throw yourself in at the sight of it?”

You pulled your shirt over your head quickly lowered yourself into the bath, gathering as many bubbles as you could to cover yourself. Jamie tried not to be phased by having briefly seen you naked and told himself that the heat rising onto his face was due to this scolding hot bath.

He’d seen you naked a dozen times since he rescued you - or as you call it ‘kidnapped’ - from a gang of cannibals in the outback of Australia.

It was romantic, really, Hog was riding shotgun on an oversized motorcycle with Junkrat in the back when they stopped by a dirty water-hole. You’d cried and pleaded to be set free by a group of three, two men and a woman.

They slapped you around, yanked your hair, knocked you down and kicked you for good measure. All for fun. Usually Junkrat and Roadhog just turned their heads when they saw trouble, they had enough on their tail as it was, but they hadn’t spotted a water-hole in weeks. They weren’t about to let it go.

The two notorious Junkers butchered a handful of the deranged, cult-like group and chased off the rest. Gathering anything of value, food, scrap, Roadhog crunched the leg of a squirming survivor and with a low growl asked, “The kid worth somethin’ to you?”

A howl of pain was swallowed by Junkrat’s hand, “Answer the man! Why all the trouble to keep ‘em?”

After a long string of sobbing, the man responded through gritted teeth, “Th-they’re from an auction. A slave-trade. We raided it an-and took a whole bunch of slaves to re-sell 'em!”

You blinked at your saviors and gulped, they looked at you like a walking dollar sign. With a howl and the rev of the engine, Roadhog, Junkrat and their newest addition - you, rode off into the night in search of a new adventure.

The man sighed and sank into the bath, his leg stretching over the length of the bath and resting against your side.

“What’re you daydreaming about?” You raised your brows and prodded Jamie’s stump carefully, “That time Roadie an’ me saved you from them cannibals back in 'Straya.”

Cupping a handful of bubbles and tossing them at him, you laughed and motioned for him to turn around. “They weren’t cannibals you twit.”

“They 'ad a man on a spit over the fire!” Jamie sat up and wiggled about before slumping and continuing to shape bubbles like clay.

“It was a boar, and why are you still wearing your arm? Take it off.” Junkrat scoffed, “Ain’t no boars in the outback. That was a man if I ever seen one. Set plenty on fire myself!”

You hummed and rested your chin on his shoulder, “Jamie,” you said softly and the junker cringed.

Your hand crept from his shoulder to his elbow and rested on the dirty metal prosthetic, tapping gently.

Junkrat huffed impatiently and swatted you away, “Fine!”

Biting your lip in fear that you’d angered him, you sat patiently and pretended not to look as Jamison pulled and pushed on the underside of his home-made prosthetic until it unlatched from his arm and dropped off. A moment of silence passed after the arm was thrown onto the marble floor with a clunk and you raised your hands, sponge in hand.

“Thanks, Jim.” The man snorted, his sour mood already beginning to fade, “Don’t even start with that, darl’.” You laughed and gently scrubbed at the broad expanse of flesh in front of you.

As the grime and gunk washed away from Jamie’s back, you noted every sunspot and scar on it. “I can’t believe there’s a whole person under this.”

“Y'say that every time, I’m not even that dirty t'day.” He countered, back arching into your hands, “Feel nice?” A low grunt was your response, “Jus’ keep at it.”

It was quiet while you washed Junkrat’s back, gliding the sponge over his shoulders and then down his back to his hips, occasionally squeezing more soap onto the sponge. “You really need to stop burning your hair off.” You tutted, squeezing shampoo into you palm. “No, no touchin’ the ha - ”

You slapped your hand onto the top of Jamison’s head, “Too late.”

Smirking, you lathered the man’s scalp, firmly massaging out any dirt, gunpowder or god knows what else gathered in his hair.

“Donno why you even do this, waste of time. I could be tinkerin’ right now an’ I’m gonna when we’re done.” You yanked on a handful of hair and pulled the man’s head back and he let out a startled yelp, “You will do no such thing. I don’t clean a carpet so you can track blood all over it, I don’t clean you so you can get covered in soot, you oaf.” Junkrat let out a long laugh and squirmed in your grip, hair slicked back with shampoo.

You took this moment to take your hand and wipe away the dirt from his cheeks, the other hand searching blindly for the sponge. “Lemme clean your face.”

The man shot up straight only to be reminded of your strong grip on his hair. You pulled him back and one of his long legs raised out of the tub as he flailed. Glaring at the back of his head, you forced him to rest against you, your chest to his back. Although it was an uneven position it gave you the upper hand.

“This ain’t fair, I’m down an arm an’ a leg.” Jamie flashed you his teeth and you laughed, “But you’re so pretty, Jamie,” you taunted, “freckles are very in right now.”

“Thems’ sunspots, not freckles!” You silenced him as the sponge found his face, “Yeah, yeah.”

You occasionally caught a glimpse of the grimace on the large man’s lips and every time you laughed. Eyes scrunched shut and lips sucked into the inside of his mouth, he really did look like some sort of rodent. “Dunk.”

You released your grip on Junkrat’s hair and he let out a breath before lowering himself and leaning back under the water. Watching his hand rub the shampoo from his hair from beneath the dying bubbles, you smiled softly.

Cupping water into your hands, you wet your hair and gasped as Junkrat emerged from beneath the waters, his wild eyebrows and uneven locks covering his eyes. “I hate that bit.” He groaned, wiping water from his face and blinking rapidly.

“You look like you were just born,“ you smirked at squinted, golden eyes. "It’s a good thing!” You defended, a large portion of shampoo in hand. “Yeah, righto.” He twirled his finger to motion you around. As the sponge found your flesh you flinched excitedly, “I do it out of love, please don’t skin me.”

“I won’t, but I might drown you, dearie.” Jamie threatened with a giggle, his leg caging you in. “Alright, grandma.”

You were barely able to take a breath before Junkrat had you under water with a wild laugh.