His blood chilled and felt a chill up your spine, Ziva had no time to react and not with all the training of Mossad helped at the time, the figure behind her, grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed his head against the mirror, glass shards were crashing into the counter, and a nasty cut that bled was already done on her forehead, she screamed in anger and pain at the same time, he pulled back his head and threw it on the floor, causing her to hit the cold floor. His head throbbed, she brought her hand to the wound in his forehead that was bleeding, noting that suddenly went dark if your around, she paused for a moment just thinking to herself:
_What happened? Why it's dark?
And then she noticed that nothing had happened, the person was still moving in your forward, fast and frantic, he had turned off the bathroom light. Ziva knew now could not identify him, she felt he was closer to his body, he seemed confident of what did. Ziva was too stunned to fight back and was not sure what was happening, but when she felt cold and rough hands touching her bare skin of the thigh, she pulled her legs trying to protect himself, he held it tightly by the legs and pulled her against him, Ziva began to struggle, it wouldn't happen to her, no way she would let him touch her. His head was a mile a minute, remembering battles, kidnappings and that no one ever touched her like that, she was strong and an agent and this guy did not know with who was getting into.
Ziva closed his legs, was ready to kick him when she can see the glow, it was a distinct glow in the dark as reflected in the tiles, she knew very well where the glow came. She widened her eyes, her forehead hurt and fear began to creep into your skin. He held it more tightly by pressing a hand on his thigh and the other holding a knife, he was leaning over her, was when she fought with his legs again, and felt a sharp pain in my leg, she knew I had been cut by the blade, heard him whisper to her moan. He played against his body tightly, she could not breathe right, was too much weight on his body, she hit the elbow to his face, which made him groan in pain and felt a twinge again, something torn between her ribs, she cried and pushed him with all the strength was left. The man stood up fast and could hear his steps outside the bathroom, heard the clatter of the knife that fell in the hallway outside.
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L. S. Becker