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Ziva's lithe form was laid squished in the small trunk of the car, with the poison racing through her veins. Her hands were a mangled mess, each finger would now cause excruciating pain should she try to use them. Chances were, she would. She would be out cold at least until the morning, he could use that to his advantage. It was easier to harm someone, weaken someone,when they were unable to react to the things done to them. He planned on weakening her to the point of breaking, then his final act would be to end her worthless life.
He drove to an old house, it was situated a few miles from ncis headquarters, far enough away not to be found easily but close enough to keep an eye on things. It was run down, but then so was the whole street. He'd managed to hook the whole thing up with software that would prevent any electrical trace been found, meaning chances of ziva being found before her death were slim. He pulled the car into the garage then exited his vehicle. In the next room there were holes in the piping allowing water to drip down creating a very damp cold atmosphere. This would be the perfect place to put his sister. She never did like the cold. That decided he went in hunt for a chair to place her in, when he came back in he had a sturdy wooden chair which he placed in the centre of the room. He then grabbed a large bucket from the back seat of his car and went to the kitchen to fill it with ice cold water. Placing the bucket next to the chair he popped the boot of his car and retrieved Zivas unconscious body, only just realizing how little she actually did weigh. She was underweight for her size which worked as an advantage for him. One of his tactics in harming her would have greater results if she didn't have body fat to keep her warm for longer.
He placed her in the chair cuffing both if her wrists tightly, so the cuffs were just cutting her flesh. He bound her ankles with rope, tying the knot at the back, ensuring she wouldnt have a chance of reaching down to it. He proceded to remove her coat and jumper, leaving her only in her vest top and jeans. He was pleased to see that goosebumps were already present on her skin. Her body and mind were oblivious to the horrors it was about to face, beginning with him emptying the bucket over her, completely drenching her with icy water in an already cold temperature. The temperature would only continue to drop as nightfall descended, ensuring that she would surely freeze, not enough to kill her immediately but it would weaken her considerably. With that done her opened the windows to let I n the cold air then left to get some sleep. The real fun would begin around this time tomorrow, when daddy realised she hadn't reached Israel but the Americans knew she had left. Then the games would begin, then he would let them know how this game would play out.