WARNING: THIS BOOK MENTIONS RAPE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, AND SOME GRAPHIC WORDS OF THE IMAGES THAT CAN LEAD THIS BOOK TO BE UNCOMFORTABLE TO BE HEAR
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8 HOURS AGO
"Your in the house F09 the balcony of the apartment 2 floors up you have to go down until you meet the destination the address is F01-F09 section near to the end." She can hear McGee' s voice on the ear mic connected to her ear.
"It's been 12 minutes I can't find the damn apartment."
"Ziva they are identical houses some consists of an apartment connected to each other that's where the destination is now do something before we lose any sight of it just get to the location before it's too late."
12 minutes she's been its been damn 12 minutes ever since searching all the way thru the areas and sections of the same neighborhood that were identical to the other same 2 bedroom apartment buildings it was confusing for her she still doesn't have chances of speaking proper english the right way even in an full sentence not one single thing it was frustrating for her.
She was in the neighborhood 18 minutes looking for the destination, location and address where the hell did this man live in she had to view the identical all the apartments sprinting upstairs he said 2 floors up and down didn't work made it worse even more until finding the F01-F09 section.
F09 that was the place the 4th floor she was hoping it was going to be the actual real address and home she needed to find F09 she traced for it trailing down as she had gotten to the last apartment and number for some reason she looked up unlike the apartments that had printed numbers the address she was going for had no design to it.
She noticed smeared paint of liquid that she viewed as blood all over the front door, for some reason why did the person she was about to meet didn't bother to scrub and wash the paint or blood off of his door with an ragged cloth.
Inside the apartment an person sitting at the edge of his white thick mattress in the bedroom he was slurping on wiggly yellow noodles the flavor beef hanging down in his mouth he kept on scooping an handful of noodles shoving it in his mouth even though his mouth was full of half eaten noodles being bitten and smoothed to death by his teeth he was eating the noodles scooping up an handful of noodles digging it into his mouth sometimes with his bare skin flesh hands feeling how warm and hot it felt his teeth took the heat it kind of burnt his tongue he didn't give a damn not even once.
He kept on working down on the flavored flood he was eating he didn't take a breath from it after he was finshining his noodles he took another white box of noodles off the ground and started to hungrily and lovingly devour the noodles feeling the taste again he gazes at the Styrofoam box inside were hot wing chicken wings coated and covered in hot sauce he threw the lid open until he heard the low pitched tone sound damn it was his doorbell ring it didn't sound well for others saying it was creepier than hell
"Damn it!"
He threw the lid closed setting the Styrofoam containing chicken wings on the mattress, he rises up from the mattress he was laying and sitting it he groans under his breath he takes the ski mask off from the carpeted maroon ground, smooth and neat pulling it on to his head, he took out the shades of sunglasses that were underneath his long sleeve white shirt under it was an brown rusted old shirt, he threw the black tactical jacket on before pulling the sunglasses over his eyes, finally wrapping an black bandana around his wiped off mouth.
He sprints quickly out of the bedroom racing to the front door he throws it open seeing an female standing there, kind of looking confused at him from the view of his he can see she was wearing an red beanie cap skullcap style kind of, flannel red and black uploaded shirt looked big on her, beige cargo pants.
He stared at her for an minute and the only thing happening between them was eerie silence only to be interrupted when he said to Ziva "fucking bothering me." like the tone of (I don't want nobody at my home) in her face his voice deep, kind of like he has an sore throat the way he sounds turning his back directly entering back into his apartment before his whole body turned back to hers sound of creaking heard whatever the hell it was did not sound enjoyable his voice was dark, and deep. She would know this will be an difficult task she has to work on and the way he dressed doesn't seem to be friendly.
He threw the door open finally letting her in after being left out for 59 mins remaining outside he never explained nothing about the reason why he did that.
He handed her an white box of noodles with beef flavor the thing the strange man devours any noodles or stare at them. He didn't bother to stare at them lifting up an heavy box he sets it down on the ground he opens the box up by carving an bladed knife to make it open in there were loads of red candles no messing or bending to it the candles made out of wax used to polished, protect it able to covet it all up the only thing that can ruin it is shoving it in front of an heated light that can expose and dissolve the candle into an liquid state.
Ziva didn't bother to eat the beef flavored noodles her stomach had no feeling of eating it, slowly pushing it an inch away from the maroon rounded table.
Her eyes looked down slowly staring down staring at the area in his apartment the kitchen her eyes looks down at the maroon rounded table made out of wood little bit scratched up didn't seem to be bothered by it the creative process painted red not dried out her eyes
she became fully aware that the ceilings, walls, the ground, oven, stove, microwave and even the wooden cabinets were all designed red she didn't know what she was fully aware of seeing the kitchen color designed red, all of it was red. From the view she was hoping all that red paint was actual blood and just paint.