I'm not sure that this is a good chapter...I'm not sure where my muse went. It went on a perma vacation. :-(

As far as money goes...I don't have any don't sue. Watch the show, praise Don B, he owns all. I'm sorry if this sucks.

She wasn't particularly one for pain, but today Ziva needed it. She hung limply against the leather cuffs. Her legs seconds away from giving way to solid ground, but the steel eye hooks that were embedded into the concrete walls of Gibbs basement, threatening her with permanent enslavement.

Gibbs stared at the Israeli. Her hair frizzy and unkempt, pieces damp with sweat stuck to her sweaty face. Her eyes blood shot from teaching - or attempting to reach her catharsis. Sweat glistened off her naked body, seeping into her red and raw skin making it angry and broken.

He held up the flogger a distance away, " who do you belong to?" He asked for the tenth time that night. Ziva struggled against the restraints, metal against the wood.

" Mossad" She bit back, her unruly eyes framing the feral stare that reflected in the mirror Gibbs silently brought the whip down again, flesh and soft leather met with a resounding crack followed by a howl of savagery.

" Who do you belong to?" Steel blue eyes determined to allow her to reach her cleansing.

" NCIS"

Another stroke landed on her back, stripes of fire raced through her skin, her back beginning to bleed. The savage was breaking down.

Gibbs was hesitant to give her this purge but Abby and Ziva had vehemently insisted. He never punished to punish, not even with DiNozzo, he punished as a wake up call, a learning experience.

Gibbs walked two paces and leaned in whispering in Ziva's ear.

"Butterfly, just let it all go." He uncuffed the 'captive' and watched her as she crumpled to a soft mattress underneath. He grabbed a clean cloth and water and began cleaning the wounds.

" Who do you belong to?" He asked again quietly, watching the huddled mass sob underneath his large frame.

The beautiful Israeli looked up, her eyes puffy and red, her hair matted with sweat, she smiled. Her eyes clear as day.

" You, Master."

Fin.