Chapter 21: Unfamiliar Friendly Keenan

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Keenan cuffed my hands in front of me. He said he did it so that the rest of Loko's men wouldn't have to interrogate him too much. Of course, bringing out a prisoner was not natural, especially since my escape was attempted some time ago. Keenan said Loko had become warier of me even though that bastard wasn't in the house right now.

I lightly touched this shiny object. The handcuffs cling tightly to my wrists. It was cold and odd. I feel like a convict about to be thrown in jail. I glanced at Keenan, who was looking at my hand. His face became unpleasant when he finished putting this thing on me.

"You walk ahead of me," he ordered.

My head turned back. Keenan walked silently behind my back. When we reached the stairs, I stopped in my tracks.

"Where do you want me to go?" I asked.

"Go down and turn right."

"Okay."

I followed what he said. At the bottom of the stairs, I turned right and continued on my way. Keenan is still silent, and so am I.

I slowly walked in front of him while looking around me. Déja Vu. It feels exactly the same as I saw a few days ago. If previously I only glanced at it because I was busy guarding my safety while running away, this time, I had the opportunity to look at the house where I was being held captive. We passed several rooms in this section.

The interior of this house is industrial style. This house is dominated by accessories and furniture that seem rough but smooth finish. The appearance of its urban, raw design but does not leave a modern impression makes this house actually very attractive to live in. However, maybe because the weather is not comfortable or because the fact that this house is used as a place to do bad things makes this residence seem cold and sad.

Why can a house as good as this be used for useless things? Who owns this house? Where is the owner of this house?

My eyes glanced to the left side where there was a room where, for a glance, I saw a flat-screen television installed there. There are also some mauve-colored corner chairs. I stopped my steps when I found two well-built and fierce-looking men standing in front of me. They looked at me intently.

"Yours?" one of them asked.

The person who asked me has a snake tattoo on his upper left arm. While the friend next to him giggled while drinking a drink from a bottle that gave off a bad smell. I bet it must be cheap alcohol. I don't know what kind of it.

"Yes," Keenan answered briefly.

"What a pretty bitch. Can we have fun together?"

"Bring it here for a moment."

"What have you done with that girl?"

Their words and laughter echoed in the room. My body shuddered and trembled with fear at their disgusting comments. My body froze, but Keenan slightly pushed me to walk faster. He ignored the words of his friends.

"Don't listen to them. Turn left," he whispers in my ear. For some reason, his voice was filled with serenity. As if with just that whisper, he could make me feel safe.

I took a deep breath and continued my clumsy pace. Fortunately, the two of them didn't mind Keenan's indifferent attitude. Not long after, Keenan opened a glass door in front of me, and the next thing I encountered was a sight that was quite refreshing to the eyes.

A meadow.

A meadow that was probably about a hundred meters wide or so. It was like a fence with a few plants on the sides that surrounded it. Keenan told me to sit in a rocking chair in front of me. I stopped there and sat quietly. He then wanted to walk into the house again.

"Keenan, where are you going?" I asked, a little panicked. What if those friends come and bother me?

"Wait a minute," he said. "Don't worry. I locked the door. They can't come in."

For a few moments after hearing the sound of the door being locked, I can breathe a sigh of relief. I looked around me, admiring the sight.

Days of being locked up in a stuffy restroom are not healthy for my body. I couldn't see any view from there except a pathway that could be seen from my bedroom window.

It's such a good thing Keenan wants to bring me here.

I breathed as much fresh air as I could breathe. While it's still out in the open, I should enjoy it while I can. I hope Keenan can give me more time to be on this garden terrace.

I glanced around. Far ahead of me, three people were standing. One of them carried a shovel and several pots. Maybe they're the gardeners here. The three of them didn't care about me at all. They are busy with their own business.

Who exactly is the person who has a magnificent house full of rogues in every corner?

"Give me your hand."

My body jumped when I heard Keenan's voice. I wasn't even aware of his presence. Since when did he come back?

I obediently extended my hands to him. Keenan took out a small key from his trouser pocket and grabbed my wrist. His fingers gently caressed my hand.

"Did it hurt?"

I glanced at him. The man looked at me blankly. "A bit," I replied. "Why?"

Keenan opened the handcuffs with the key. After the two handcuffs came off, Keenan immediately took the handcuffs away from me. "Sorry to have to handcuff you. Just in case Loko suddenly came."

He said sorry again.

Why is this man now easier to say sorry to? Where did his cold, undisputed, domineering self go? It still feels strange to be dealing with this friendly Keenan.

Is he being gentle because he really likes me?