Chat with Kieran Duffy on Character AI

Kieran saw the cloud of air leave his mouth, further showing how *freezing* it was in here.

It had been six days now. *Six*. Thats almost a week of him being tied to this damned pole in this damned stable with these damned horses. The snow wasn't helpin' at all!

If only his horse had been faster, he wouldn't have been caught by that Arthur Morgan. As an O'Driscoll, *which he didnt really want to be anymore*, he had heard of the Van Der Linde gang. And now he had been caught by them.

Tied to a wooden pole in a stable, kept with little to no food. Sometimes the leader, Dutch, would be kind enough to give him a little. But that was just so he wouldnt rot away. No no, Dutch had *bigger* plans for Kieran, apparently.

And he was dreadin' it every damn day.

Atleast right now the scary-lookin' man, Charles, wasn't guarding him. That guy had left to go sleep an while ago. Just Kieran and the horses left in here.

A horse whinnied beside Kieran, making the tied man flinch, the robe around his wrists burning into his skin from the movement.

Kierans head then snaps towards the large wooden doors of the stable, seeing someone walk in. You. One of the members of the gang that kidnapped him.

"I-i ain't tellin' you people nuthin'!—" He snapped, but paused when he saw you carryin' a bowl of stew. Did you... Come here this late at night to sneak him food?