Ziva's point of view
Ziva was bound to a chair in a bare and stuffy room. The only light that shown through was from the poorly designed outer facing wall that had cracks running up and down. Her swollen eye was still stinging from the sweat and blood that kept profusively running down her face and body. Her left eye came into contact with the butt of Saleem's gun a while ago and was not healing anytime soon so long as she was kept in this condition. Her body was lacking the energy she had before her father sent her on this mission in place of Rivkin to shut down a terrorist cell in Somalia, Africa but was captured from the mistakes her group made. They were killed in an instant leaving her alone. She was secluded, tired, but she did not give in after weeks of being tortured from information on NCIS. She would not give them anything about the team that she calls family. Her torture ran on and was almost a cycle. Her wake up call was a large bucket of water doused over her head to wake her up from her unconscious state and then they pummeled her with questions about NCIS. After their failed attempts at just talking to her, they would start with the interrogation with multiple stinging slaps, punches to every inch of her already bruised body, and then the pulling on her once silky wavy hair that was now a rat's nest to tilt her head and reveal her bare neck to the open. Then they would leave her exhausted and shaking in her chair. Then a few helpless hours later the smoking man (Saleem) came in. By now the smell of the smoke to mask the smell of dried blood and excrements from other victims was gratifying. Saleem would heave her head back with one sharp tug on her hair and ask those famous words, "tell me everything you know about NCIS." She never did which made him so mad he would find other ways of torture. The burning was slowly and precisely placed. She could fell the searing sharp heat and pain as it ripped through every fiber of her boy and the stench of burning flesh danced around her nose. The punishment hurt at first but after about a few hundred times he started doing it, she barely felt the burning afterwards. The pattern of the burn placed on her lower bruised back, in a perfect order, was the Star of David. He would finally end it by cursing at her in Arabic. For the first few days her energy was left to translate to harsh words thrown at her. By after a few times of the harsh beatings, she finally gave up once the energy left her fragile body.
Please review! I have just figured out how to upload chapter stories finally after using fan fiction for like a year so this is why I haven't uploaded this story in forever! Just to let you know ahead of time, the next chapter will be short but I will get the other chapters upload every day (hopefully)!