The Life of a Spy: A Chuck Fanfiction

Chapter 25

Trigger Warning!! *For gore and torture scenes*

I reached for a gun, but I heard one cock behind me. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Daniel Shaw. I pulled my hand back, and put both hands in the air.

"How?" I asked as Evan pushed inside and closed the door.

"That court martial was a sham. All Ring agents. And as far as he goes, you really should find the body when it falls into a river." Evan smirked, nodding at Daniel.

They gestured for me to sit down on the couch. "Where are you headed Bartowski? You're pretty dressed up for a change," Shaw commented.

"Date night," I kwipped.

"I still don't get what it is you see in John Casey," Evan fumed as he paced in front of me.

"Well, for starters, he's not you." Before I knew what happened Evan punched me in the nose. I heard the 'pop' that told me it was broken. My nose must have been bleeding because I could taste blood. "I thought southern gentlemen didn't hit women?" I snapped. That earned me another punch to the head. That had me seeing stars.

"Easy buddy," Shaw said, backing Evan away. "What happened to dragging it out and making her suffer? Don't let her get under your skin like this."

"You're right."

Shaw handed me a pad of paper and pen. "You're going to write exactly what I tell you. Understood?"

"Sure," I replied.

The note read:

Got called away urgently. Didn't have time to call. Will be gone for several weeks. Won't be reachable.

-Kat

They zip tied my hands and took me out through the back, making sure to cover their trail. I was blindfolded and loaded into a van. Evan drove, and Shaw rode in back with me to keep an eye on me. I guess they didn't want to give me the chance to break my thumbs to get out of the zip ties.

"What did I do to you Daniel to get you to work with that monster?" I asked.

"You mean aside from helping Chuck?" he asked. "You didn't do anything to me, but you did shoot my best friend up there," he replied.

"Good to know," I nodded.

We drove for what seemed like hours. When we finally stopped, one of them pulled me out and practically pushed me to the ground. I cried out when I was kicked in the stomach and then forcibly strapped to a table. Next, a gag was forced between my teeth, and the blindfold was taken off.

I quickly realized that I was in a surgery suite. There were numerous blades of all kinds set out, along with some of the biggest needles I've ever seen. My pistol was sitting on the table. It was the one Casey had given me, and the one I'd shot Evan with.

There was also equipment for resuscitation sitting out too.

I pulled at restraints, but nothing budged. Evan laughed. "I have so many options that I don't know what to start," he smirked. "Well, first I'm going to cut that dress off you."

He picked up the pair of scissors off the tray and cut the dress up the middle, and then the sleeves. He ripped the pieces away, leaving me in my underwear.

The first thing he did was put an IV port in my right arm. He taped it down so it wouldn't get in his way. "You're going to love my first trick," he told me as he filled up syringe with a clear liquid. He injected it into the port, and slowly my whole body went completely numb. I couldn't feel a thing.

Next, he picked up several large needles and inserted them under my fingernails. "Normally, you'd get used to the pain, but when the worst of it hits you all at once, you'll be in agony. You'll probably pass out. But don't worry, you won't be out for long. I have enough equipment to keep you alive for weeks."

Next he picked up a knife and started making random cuts all over my body. I couldn't feel anything. I only saw the motion of his hand, and the blood that was reflected in the knife.

"I wonder if you can feel a gunshot?" He decided to hold off on that one.

About and hour later, the drugs started to wear off, and I felt the full force of what he'd done. I cried, struggling against the restraints as he laughed at me. "At least you didn't pass out yet," he remarked.

He put the table into seated position. He wrenched me forward to get a look at my shoulder. I quickly surmised that he was looking for his bite mark. When he found it, he traced the outline with a blowtorch. Then he carved his initials into my back with scalpel. I know this because he was narrating for me when I woke up. I passed out when he used the blowtorch. I wasn't out long because he woke me up with smelling salts so that I could feel him sign his work.

When he decided he was done for a while, he drugged me to put me into an unconscious state.

I know I was gone for a week before I was saved. In that week, I was shot twice, once in both legs. He really decided that he liked using that blowtorch. He burned the bottoms of my feet, telling me that he was making sure that even if I ever did get out of my restraints, I'd never get far. He used the scalpels to carve up my body.

I know cried and begged for mercy many times, but it never came. He just laughed at me, and continued his ministrations. He told me that no one, especially John Casey, was coming to save me. Thankfully, he was very wrong.

After a week of torture, a black ops team stormed the building and stopped him. John's face was the first face I saw before I let myself pass out again.