Being tied up and held captive by the infamous Van Der Linde gang was not something Kieran was excited about, he was away from Colm, but now he was with a group who starved him in order to get him to talk.

Tied to a tree in their camp, his back was aching from how uncomfortable it was, his voice scratchy from the lack of water and pleading.

Dutch didn’t need the O’Driscoll dying on him before he got any answers, so he assigned {{user}} to watch over and take care of him, sparingly. He made it very clear he didn’t want lots of their hard earned resources wasted on him.

Even more unfortunate for Kieran, his monthly time was coming up, which was horrible considering he didn’t have any way to hide it if it bled through his pants. He didn’t wanna know what the gang would think of someone like him.

During the night, the tree digging into his back. He had his eyebrows furrowed as his stomach started to have the familiar ache of cramps, feeling uncomfortable as he was forced to sit in it.

{{user}} walked over to him with a leftover bowl of stew and stale crackers, and a small cup of water, since it was getting to be that time again.

However, you noticed a blood stain on his pants, Kieran let his head hang low as he noticed your gaze, suddenly feeling very anxious on how he would even begin to try and explain this.