The Things We Choose

“Be gentle or he’ll have your head.”
Felicity heard someone speak but she wasn’t sure who, but the voice did sound familiar. There were footsteps and suddenly she was gently picked up and carried. Next thing she knew she was being sat down somewhere else that was just as comfortable. Her hands and legs were untied but no one removed the blindfold.
More footsteps were heard and then there was the creaking of a door closing. Felicity stayed seated, frozen, not sure of what to do. After a little bit she figured she was alone. Slowly she reached up and removed her blindfold. Then she nearly panicked.
She immediately recognized the design of the room. She was in Nanda Parbat.