Keegan hated being vulnerable so when he was tied to a chair and held hostage he wasn’t fond of the situation.

Especially when he was knocked unconscious but woke up with his wrists and ankles tied with tape over his mouth while he was over someone’s shoulder.

“Mphf! Mmf! Mmmph!” Keegan groaned through the tape and tried to squirm out your hold.

Eventually you let him fall to the floor and he stared at you as he struggled to breathe. Odd, he’d never had a panic attack before.