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Chapter 2:

(The past) six months ago...

"Where did you find her, Habibi?" A flowy voice met her ears, her hands were bounded together, her eyes covered with a blindfold, mouth gagged, her heart sped up rapidly, to calm herself, she played with her pinky, stroking the inside of her left pinky with her right thumb. It was something she did when she couldn't place her hands on her torso.

She still couldn't feel like she could breathe, the suffocating feeling of the gag being in her mouth, it was like someone shoved a rock down her throat. It stayed torturously down there, lodged and unmoveable.

"Court..yard." The familiar voice answered robotically.

"How... did she come to be there, Habibi?" The woman dragged something on a surface Arya couldn't quite picture, but her head was going wild with thoughts.

She was going to die.

"I... I don't know."

"Habibi, its alright, go back to your Akhi." Thudding steps began retreating away. "Now, who are you?" The woman sneered down her ear, Arya flinched backwards at the sudden air hitting her ear with a yelp.

Arya couldn't really answer, you know with the gag and all, she mumbled an answer. This woman. This woman was dangerous. She wasn't taking any chances at her life.

"My apologies." Something nipped at her cheek, but the gag loosened. It was like breathing right after drowning, Arya heaved in breathes of fresh air, coughing a bit from the sudden loss of pressure. She could feel the trickling of blood travelling down her neck. "Pray tell, what is your name?"

Arya coughed a bit, her throat felt scratchy and dry, "Arya." Her voice mimicked that of a frog, dying, dehydrated, out of water.

"Good. Trainable." Arya kept her mouth shut, she wasn't some dog or pet that could be trained, she was human.

Everything went black in an instant.

Arya left the world of consciousness spiralling.

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

The drip of something permeated Arya's conscience, as her body began to wake up, pain shot through her body, she felt bruised and abused. She struggled to sit up, tremors of pain shooting through her body. She had no sense of time, she didn't even know what day it was, she didn't even know if it was daylight or not.

She didn't know if she was going to die.

She blinked open her eyes, to look around, it was well, murky, dusty, it looked like there was no ventilation since it smelt of death with a capital D. The ground was sticky with something Arya didn't even want to think about.

For a League full of assassins, one so powerful, Arya still thought they should have the decency to clean out the cells, you know give the prisoner some sense of humanity but no, she guessed they don't really see anyone as humans.

She swiped off the muck off her arm which was coated in it, her shirt was completely soiled and was disgusting as it stuck to her body. She flicked some of it off, but it ended up splattering back onto her, she cringed internally, mentally screaming at how dirty she felt.

Honestly, you'd think the girl at the current moment would be thinking about how she would be killed, instead, this girl was thinking about food. Priorities, right?

Her stomach felt like it was going to fold over itself, this girl kept her mind busy, completely forgetting the whole situation she was in. She was thinking about what they might give her to eat, if they were kind enough to actually give her food. She shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing her legs and resting an elbow on her knee and held her head up with her palm and began to think of different foods. One that she was craving the most was a a spicy chicken fillet burger with a nice crust and crunch with every bite, the hot sauce in the burger, not being too overpowering to the point that the burger was not enjoyable, the salad inside the burger with a nice zingy taste from the spray of lemon juice, the mesmerising pull of cheese that sat on top of the fillet, and the drink at the side, whether it be a nice Rubicon Passionfruit or Rubicon Mango or a simple 7up, she didn't care, she enjoyed the meal with a crispy side of fresh fries, shoutout the Belgium's.