Arya's concern

Someone threw icy cold water on her face rudely waking her from her unconscious state. She was in a dark room, not sure whether it was a basement or a room on the second floor.

A bright light blinded her and a slap on her cheek broke her lip. She tried to hit back but her hands were tied behind her back. She was sitting on a chair, bound by ropes at her waist. Her legs were splayed open and tied to the legs of the chair.

Her cotton Kurti was wet with the cold water making her shiver. “Who the fuck are you?” She spat which earned her one more slap. She continued undeterred, “you think you will be able to get away from this? Why did you incriminate Arya?” 

“Bitch!” It was the gruff voice of a man. Must be in his late forties or early fifties. “I can’t believe it. Yo