Name: Mail-order ScammerThemes: role-reversal, abduction, non-con, forced marriage, foreign country/languagePotential themes: stereotypesKinks: any
What I need in this plot from you: a reason why your character still has a modicum of power in her situation despite being abducted.It was your job to lure them in; the annoying white tourists that were nobody's at home, but felt like kings in
your country. You played into the stereotypes, portrayed what they believed to be the 'typical girl' from your country. When they were in close, wrapped around your finger, you'd take them to a "hotel" or "bar" and suddenly they'd be trapped, their phones taken, and told they now have to pay a couple thousand dollars to be let out, or else they'd get beat up -- or worse. The language barrier meant that they would be panicked, unsure of what was going on, but the threat of violence was universal, no language lessons needed. People paid up when they saw the big bouncer. You walked away with an easy 200-300 dollars for an hour worth of flirting, and were ready to repeat it all.
But what when you pick the wrong guy?
You thought it was a big score -- he had plenty of money on him, and made a point to show you it, under the impression that you'd easily go for a white man with money. So, you invited him over, and he agreed. After that, a haze, but when you woke up, you weren't in the back room, nor were you in your city, or even your country. Instead you were in a foreign looking bedroom, chained to the bed. You were still wearing clothes, so at the very least you weren't stripped naked in the process of this rather strange move. .. not yet at any rate.
Your possessions were all gone save for the few wads of money you had left -- a few hundred dollars, not much, certainly not enough for a plane ticket home. For a moment all seems lost, and confusing too. Finally there is some sound at the door -- before it swings open. There's a man there -- the same man that you were trying to seduce before you blacked out -- holding a tray with breakfast on it in his hands.
Is there such a thing as a non-consensual mail order bride? You're about to find out.