Just for you, Ana-Austria!

Thank you for the few reviews of the people who didn't get too disgusted by this story.

This story has no reflection on my other stories and please don't get discouraged from reading my other stories.

I do not own Chuck.

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"What are you going to do?" Jill asks unsurely with her voice wavering in fear and worry.

"Oh nothing," Sarah scoffs with revenge filling her mind and she gives Jill a terrifying stare that looks like she is stalking her prey.

Casey decides to sit in the viewing room of the interrogation room. He leans back in a chair and kicks up his feet on a table and relaxes. He always knew how angry Sarah was about Jill betraying Chuck's trust.

Sarah continues to circle her prey, conjuring up sadistic thoughts of revenge as Jill trembles in fear. "So how do you know that Chuck is the Intersect?"

"What?" Jill shivers in cowardice.

"How did you know?" Sarah screams into Jill's face.

"I just uh put the um pieces together!"

"Have you told anyone?"

"No!" Jill cries out, still unsure of what Sarah will do.

"Good," Sarah smirks evilly. "Now onto the subject of Chuck."

"He was mine."

"You broke his heart! Twice!" Sarah's nose is now an inch from Jill's. "Anyways," Sarah leans back casually, smiling devilishly, "he's mine now."

"Okay! Just don't hurt me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you," Sarah grins with the sarcastic comment. "I would like to know why you would rape me and take my clothing."

"Humph," Casey grunts in amusement from his relaxed position. He pulls out a cigar and starts lighting it. "This is going to get interesting."

Jill is trembling in the chair, still fearing for her life. "I uh wanted to see what Chuck saw in you," Jill stammers as Sarah's predatory glare and smile increase.

"You mean like these perfect breasts?" Sarah massages her own chest briefly and Jill nods franticly. "Chuck loves them more than anything," Sarah leans closer and starts to whisper. "My breasts are like magnets for his hands." Sarah's mouth is now close enough to create moist in Jill's left ear. "Oh…" Sarah sighs with pleasure, "he does this one thing with his hands."

Sarah gingerly walks her fingers along Jill's neck to her collar bone and then to her shoulder. Jill shivers from the teasing pleasure. Sarah walks her fingers back across Jill's right shoulder to her left shoulder. Jill clenches her teeth and tenses her muscles as Sarah's fingers slowly walk down Jill's chest. Sarah cups Jill's breast and caresses it, squeezing ever so slightly to tease Jill. Jill's worrisome face distorts to confusion and fear. "Please stop," Jill chatters her teeth.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Sarah unzips Jill's jacket and rips Jill's shirt open; buttons flying everywhere. Jill's exposed chest is now just covered by a bra. "Then he does this thing with his thumb and finger," Sarah pulls Jill's bra off and pinches Jill's right nipple. Sarah pulls on it forcefully, causing Jill to cringe in pain. "Oh, sorry," Sarah scoffs, "he's better than me at it."

"I'm sorry I tried to take Chuck from you!" Jill yelps in fear. She just wants to be locked in a cell again. Sarah is causing her to go insane psychologically from jealousy and torture.

"Hmm…" Sarah ponders what to do next with a sadistic content smile. Sarah slowly rubs her hand down Jill's stomach. Jill shivers at the touch of Sarah's soft hand. Sarah slides her hand inside Jill's waistband and starts massaging Jill slowly. "I love when Chuck teases me with his hands." Sarah slides her hand farther down and slides her fingers into Jill's folds.

"No! Please, please, please!" Jill cries out.

"Is that why you're so wet?" Sarah scoffs as she painstakingly slowly slides her fingers up and down inside Jill. Jill writhes in the torture of how slow Sarah's hands are moving. Sarah removes her now sticky fingers and wipes them on Jill's lips. "You like how you taste?"

Jill mumbles as Sarah's fingers press against Jill's lips, not allowing her to speak coherently. Sarah snickers as she debates on how else to exact her revenge. Many thoughts go through her head. Thoughts of devouring Chuck on the table right in front of Jill's eyes, thoughts about having Casey have his way with her. Sarah thinks a guy that big must be big below too, but she knows she cannot force Casey to rape someone. She can still threaten Jill.

"How would you like Casey to come in here and finish you off?" Sarah asks, sounding serious and devious.

Casey from the other side of the interrogation room, watching through the double-sided mirror, almost falls out of his seat and starts coughing from the cigar smoke he just accidentally inhaled. "Did she just say what I thought she said?" Casey asks himself with widened eyes. Casey picks up his dropped cigar and stands upright, shaking his head. He knows that Sarah cannot see it but he needs extra recognition.

"You, you wouldn't?" Jill's eyes widen.

"Oh but I would," Sarah smiles to Jill. "I'll even let him ruin that pretty little face of yours." Sarah puts her ear to Jill's again. "He's a big guy," Sarah leans in closely, "and I'm not talking about his height," Sarah whispers into Jill's ear. Jill visibly shakes and her eyes widen.

"Please don't! Just put me back in jail!" Jill's eyes start to tear up.

"What? You don't find Colonel Casey attractive?" Sarah asks as if she is offended by Jill's comment.

Casey rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Casey knows how ridiculous Sarah is being.

"It's really too bad," Sarah circles Jill again with her predatory grin. Jill is afraid to talk by now. "I'm going to have to ruin that body of yours." Sarah feigns disappointment with a sideways smirk.

"Wh, what do you mean?" Jill feels a new level of terror. Sarah pulls out a knife and plays with it, flipping it around and switching hands. Jill's eyes watch the knife intently. "Please, no! I'm sorry!"

"What are you doing Walker?" Casey slowly stands up to make sure Sarah doesn't kill Jill.

Sarah walks closer to Jill and presses the knife to her face. Jill squeezes her eyes shut in fear. "Something to remind you to never cross me again," Sarah removes the knife and starts slicing her name along Jill's chest. Jill screams in pain as the knife only slices through the epidermis as to cause a scar but no permanent damage.

Casey quickly walks in as Sarah finishes the 'S.'

"What are you doing?" Casey pulls Sarah's arm back.

"Just giving her a permanent memory of her best friend," Sarah looks at Casey with a look that says 'you're next if you don't let me finish.'

Casey grunts and shakes his head. "You're not carving your full name. Just the 'W.' Beckman would kill us if she knew I let you carve an essay," Casey slowly releases her arm after seeing her nod.

"Fine, fine," Sarah puts the 'W' right next to the 'S' over Jill's right breast. Sarah quickly punctures two holes for the periods and Casey rolls his eyes.

"Enough Walker!" Casey grunts.

"I know," Sarah places the knife onto the table. She turns to Jill, "Don't fuck with me again!"

Jill nods her tear-soaked face as she looks down at her bleeding chest. Sarah gives one last deathly stare at Jill and punches her in the stomach. Jill almost throws up from the pain in her gut.

"Come on, go check on Chuck," Casey directs Sarah out of the room, forcefully. Casey cleans Jill's wound with a cloth and bandages it up. He then zips up her jacket, making sure not to make any eye contact because of the awkward situation. Jill sits there quietly, not sure she could even speak at the moment from what just happened. "I'm sorry for how she acted," Casey sincerely says as he unstraps her and takes her to an interrogation cell.

As they walk out, they see Sarah standing against the wall. Jill cowers away as she turns her head from Sarah. "Walker…" Casey threatens as Sarah resists the urge to beat Jill into a bloody pulp.

"What?" Sarah pouts innocently.

"Check up on Chuck," Casey orders as he continues to lead Jill to the cell.

Sarah accepts Casey's order and checks up on Chuck. She walks in to Chuck sitting up in curiosity.

"Sarah," he breathes in relief of the sight of his beautiful girlfriend.

"Chuck," she smiles as she runs up to him and kisses him passionately. His arms wrap around her and she straddles him in the infirmary bed. "Are you alright?" she asks after reluctantly releases her lips from Chuck's. His hands instinctually cup both of Sarah's ass cheeks.

"Aren't you horny," Chuck quips with a smile from ear to ear. "Yea I'm fine. What did you do to Jill?"

"Nothing," Sarah scrunches her lips in innocence.

"Sarah…" Chuck tries to get her to tell him.

"Nothing! I just made sure that she knows that you love me," Sarah keeps her innocent façade as she kisses Chuck again.

"Seriously Sarah," Chuck says into Sarah's mouth as she is kissing him.

"Fine! I showed her that trick you do with your fingers," Sarah looks down and does an eyebrow dance while smiling seductively. "You know…"

"You didn't!" Chuck's eyes widen as a smile starts to grace his face from the comical thoughts.

"I may not be as good as you at it, but I think she got the gist of it," Sarah kisses Chuck again.

"That is all though, right?" Chuck asks, not sure if he wants her to answer it.

"I may have left her with a type of reminder to not fuck with me," Sarah smiles innocently.

"What did you do?"

"I gave her a new birthmark of sorts," Sarah starts pulling at Chuck's shirt.

"You didn't! You drew on her?" Chuck starts to laugh.

"With my knife," Sarah finishes as she tugs Chuck's shirt more forcibly.

"What?" Chuck's eyes widen to saucers. "You must really hate her."

"She's hurt you now three times! I had to make sure she understood how much I love you!"

"Jealous, Agent Walker?" Chuck scoffs. She grunts and grins seductively.

"Now make love to me!" Chuck smiles from ear to ear.

"Who's your momma?" Chuck yelps quickly as Sarah gyrates on top of Chuck as she crashes her lips onto his.

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Well this is the end and I know how totally fucked up my mind is for conjuring such sickness. I am not one of those people that are into the whole "torture porn" or whatever it is called.

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