Chapter twenty three: Who is my abductor?

Arya’s POV

Everything felt fuzzy as I struggled to keep open my eyelids, ‘where am I?’ Was the first thought that darted across my mind as I sat up feeling the softness of the cushion beneath me. “Ahh” I hissed at the pain straining my shoulder as I turned to move, ‘it appears I was knocked out cold’ I thought rubbing on the sore spot.

My mental alertness tingled as I heard some movements over the door, getting up to feed my curiosity but stopped as the the sight through the window caught my attention. “What in the world” I muttered scared out of my wits at the shocking discovery. I figured I was seeing things thanks to the knock out and approached the window with utmost scrutiny, but I wasn’t.

“I was... on.. a private jet?!” I bellowed baffled at my findings “how’s this even possible?” I asked tailing the sounds at the other side of the door. “Hey! You have the wrong person, why would anyone want to abduct me?!” I yelled but as the words flew out my mouth I realized it was far from