Ziva Fey In: He Lured Her In Standard

Description: Ziva steps into the shabby corridor, lured by a cryptic message—one that promised answers. a massive masked man lunges from the dark, and ziva reacts instantly—spinning, striking, her martial arts training sharp. she misses two kicks then he strikes back. a crushing grip traps her wrist, spinning her hard into his chest. one powerful hand clamps over her mouth, silencing her cry as he lifts her effortlessly off the ground, her legs kicking uselessly. in seconds, he’s got her bound—wrists lashed behind her back, ankles knotted tight. he toys with her then hands roaming over her now nude body, squeezing her breasts, sliding between her thighs as she writhes. “you fight so well, ziva,” he growls, his voice deep, distorted. “but now you’re mine.” he craddle carries her—bound, gagged, helpless—to another chamber deeper in the shadows. there, he restrains her again, spreading her limbs wide, re-securing the ropes tighter. he teases her body one last time, his touch possessive before stepping back. “don’t go anywhere, little warrior,” he whispers, stroking her cheek. “i’ll be back.” and in the silence, ziva strains against the ropes—knowing he will.