Hostage

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*
Hostage

This is part of my submission for Nalu Week 2017. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Rated: T for foul language, slight violence, and slightly suggestive themes.

Prompt: Mask

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy (Nalu)

Words: 9.8K

Summary: Lucy takes revenge to a whole new level when she comes face to face with the elusive ‘Salamander’, who is making a name for himself as Fiore’s newest bank robber. Modern AU, Humor/Romance

Read on FF.net or AO3.

Disclaimer: I don’t know much about banks. Most of my information came from the internet, so I apologize if any of this is inaccurate.


Lucy slammed her eyes shut in aggravation as she listened to her father ramble over the phone. She tried to cut in three times to tell him her opinion, but he always raised his voice so he could talk over her. After the last attempt, she gave up, letting him talk until his heart’s content.

“The experience you gain today will help you when you get to where I am. Knowing the ins and outs of the business will-”

Lucy stopped listening, holding her phone away from her ear far enough so she couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but close enough that she could jump in when he stopped talking.

Her father was hellbent on her staying on as a teller at the bank. It all started when she said she was thinking of taking off a few days a week to focus on writing. Apparently, her father thought that meant she was quitting, so he started ranting about the benefits of working up the line, gaining this experience, and blah blah blah.

Lucy had heard his speech a million times. He told it to her so much she could recite it back to him, but of course he would only call her a smart aleck and tell her she needed to learn some manners.

His speech was wasted though. Lucy had no intentions of staying with the bank, at least not for the rest of her life. She wanted to be an author, to write mysteries and adventures. When she told her father that, he laughed at the idea.

“You need a real job,” he would say. “Who’s going to take over the business when I retire?”

Lucy didn’t know, but she did know it wasn’t going to be her. She had plans for her life, and they didn’t involve counting money all day. She needed excitement!

Lucy stole a peek at her clock, frowning when she saw the time. Risking death by boredom, she put her phone against her ear to talk to her father.

“-and another thing. Did you know-”

“Hey! You’ll have to tell me some other time. I’m going to be late for work.”

“Well that’s not very responsible of you. How will it look having you show up late?”

“I’m guessing not good,” she said, proud of herself for keeping her voice calm despite her growing aggravation. Before he could monopolize the conversation again, she asked, “Can you just think about what I said. I would only need two more days off a week. That shouldn’t cause any problems. Plus, I can afford to take that time off.”

“I’m not concerned about money!” her father yelled, causing her eyes to narrow. “I’m concerned about your lack of responsibility. You are a Heartfilia. You have to-”

“Sorry! Gotta go!” Lucy cut him off before hanging up her phone, sighing when she saw her screen turn black. She pressed a hand to her forehead, cooling herself off. She always got worked up talking to her father. He was as hard-headed as they come.

With a long sigh, Lucy composed herself before heading out the door. She had work soon. Even if she hated her job and disliked her father for making her work there -he threatened to pull her college fund if she quit her job, she still didn’t want to make a bad impression there. Like her father said, she was still a Heartfilia.

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