Warning! Triggering content below (Sexual Assault)

See A/N at the end of the chapter


It was dark when she woke up. Dark and cold. And that confused her because Tony always made sure that the heater was kept on when it was cold out. Ziva squeezed her eyes shut as her head began to throb and she felt the room spin. It was all so disorienting and she begged her brain to work properly. Begged the room to stop spinning. Neither listened to her pleas as she felt acid rising up her throat and she gagged and gagged and gagged until she emptied out all of the contents of her stomach onto the ground beside her. Wincing, she willed her body to move away from the pungent mess she'd made but, just like her brain, it would not comply. Ziva lay there as she tried to remember what had happened in the past...hour? Day? Week? Mo-

My baby!

Her eyes widened as the reminder of her unborn child hit her full force. Hands shot out to touch her stomach- body suddenly alert and functional. The NCIS agent's laboured breathing evened out as she tried to clear her head and just think.

I am being held captive. But that does not make sense. Gibbs has me on desk duty now that I am pregnant. Pregnant with Tony's child. Tony. Where is Tony?

Her intention was to yell out but her vocal chords betrayed her and instead, a whimper escaped her lips. Ziva pulled and tugged at the rope that bound her hands together behind her back, but it was completely useless. She managed to sit up, pressing her back against the rough wall behind her and the clank of a chain confirmed her suspicions that her foot was bound as well, but bound to something. A wall, maybe? She wasn't sure.

Before she had time to asses her situation again, a door creaked open and light flooded in. Her eyes fought to stay open but the light was too bright after having been in darkness for who knew how long. She gave her eyes time to adjust and when she opened them again the room's light was on and he was there, kneeling in front of her. Kneeling close enough for her to smell his breath. It smelled like vanilla and her stomach churned and churned and churned. And he kneel there, close enough for her to see those dirty, lustful eyes and that filthy, filthy smirk. And if it had been anyone else, she would've put up a fight-would've blinded those eyes and punched that smirk off their face but she just couldn't. He had that affect on her and in that moment she remembered everything.


The night before...

"So, I moved to England," he explained, staring into Ziva's eyes, causing her to look away, "I started tutoring other children. Rich children. Like you. But I continued to move and travel and tutor in other countries after a few years. But I could not find one as beautiful as you. So vulnerable."

He let out a laugh as he noticed how much his prisoner was trembling. Her body continued to shake as she tried to calm herself but a tear or two escaped and slid down her cheek. Amasai gradually moved closer to her until she could feel his breath on her neck followed by his lips.

"Please," Ziva squeaked.

"Mm?" He was enjoying it. Making her beg and plead. It turned him on.

"Just tell me how you found me," she ground out with as much force as she could muster but she knew her tone wouldn't scare a mouse.

However, he ignored her request and instead continued to kiss his way down her neck. He did this painfully slow before moving onto her collar bone. At this she shuddered and yelped a "Please!". This time though, her childhood molester listened to her and stopped, positioning his face mere inches away from hers.

"Let me guess," he whispered, "That's where your husband kisses you. Every night."

The pregnant woman held back a sob and looked away from him. His assumption was spot on; Tony loved to plant kisses there. It would calm her down. But she knew for a fact that that would no longer work. The sweet action that she loved and craved from her husband was quickly turned sour by her captor. A sudden rage overcame Ziva then and she spat in the cruel man's smirking face. She allowed herself to feel victorious for a second as she glared at him. He was surprised but the shock and small victory did not last for long for he slapped her across the face. Hard. And shame washed over her. She felt like a child again.

Before she knew it, he had her on the ground, hands bound, feet chained and so many horrible memories flashed through her head for the what? hundredth time that night? She was pulled out of her head as she felt his rough hands pull down her sweatpants- Tony's sweatpants- as well as her underwear and she allowed herself to cry silently as Amasai stroked her very slowly.

He looked at her, waiting for her to make a sound but she was silent. And that angered him. Without any warning he jammed three fingers inside of her.

"No! Please! No!" Ziva screamed out again and again but his fingers slid in and out for what felt like an eternity and then finally, he stopped. He pulled her underwear and pants back on before retrieving a syringe from his back pocket. The needle was stuck into a prominent vein on her arm and her head felt light, light, light...

The last words she heard as the drug took over were,"Leil menucha."

Then everything went black.


A/N: I'm sorry everyone. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I lost all inspiration for writing this story and I just abandoned it. To be honest, I didn't expect to ever update this story again. A lot of stuff has happened these past 3 years. (Wow..3 years! I am the worst author ever!) I just wrote this chapter today after having read over all of my stories uploaded. I know this may not have been the content that you all wanted. And I'm sorry if I disappointed you 's not my best work either, but I tried. If you are still here from all those years ago, thank you. I truly appreciate it. I will not make any promises but I will try to update again. Probably not until 2017 (which is in 4 days) but I will try.
Thank you for being extremely patient. I look forward to reading your reviews..although I am terrified.
Anywho..Happy New Year, guys. I hope 2017 brings you more happiness than 2016 did.

Love always xx