AN: So getting this straight Blaire has seen Taylor's mood shift and he doesn't like the idea of her going rouge so what's the best thing to do? Throw her in with the big boys all by herself, we get a little appearance from some different characters at this point. You might be a little confused about Walker though, kinda had a nice idea for him, even though he's gone through hell and back, he remembers. And God I am scared for Taylor when the light go out.

"Lets go for a walk shall we" Blaire said slyly as he shoved Taylor out the lift, they took a few paces towards a cross junction of gate leading to different parts of the wing. Blaire stood for a moment contemplating where to go, he stepped towards a gate and jingled the cuff keys getting Taylor's attention. Then he threw them into the next corridor. "Yeah so good luck getting them..." Blaire walked towards Taylor and checked her cargo pants pockets for her keys, when he tried to yank them out of her pocket she kneed him in the guts the best she could, but he pushed her into the wall and pushed his forearm against her neck, she struggled for breath as she began to struggle but Blaire eventually got the keys and threw a breathless and spluttering Taylor on the floor. "Like I said, good luck getting to those keys without these" Blaire smiled and jingled her set of keys at her.

"Fucking bastard!" Taylor coughed trying to get up but Blaire knocked her down forcefully with his foot. She felt helpless, if Blaire locked down the elevator she would have no choice but to wander through the open gates, that is if there was any. The floor she was on was cold as ice against her bare shoulders, she wished she would have worn something more covering, but at the start of the day she decided a khaki-green tank top would suffice.

"But since I'm so nice let me do one more thing for you" Blaire walked towards one of the gates and looked around for an intercom that was connected to the entire max wing, he cleared his throat and pressed the button. "Hey, Trager, I know your out there somewhere buddy, listen, I've got a newly admitted patient here for you. Goes by the name Taylor Winterbourne, she's cuffed and literally packaged for you near the east elevator. So you know... Consider it a gift" Blaire smiled as he walked back to the elevator "nice knowing you Miss Winterbourne" he did a mock salute as the elevator door closed.

Taylor was alone. She had to control her feelings, she had no one to protect her and she had to get to those god damn keys. Taylor got up off of the mankey floor and walked towards the gate that Blaire threw the cuff key, yeah it was locked but she had to figure out how to get there.

"Aww, shit" Taylor said to herself, she realised she had to cut through the medical ward, worst place because that was Trager's playground. Taylor walked slowly toward the gate opposite it intercom one, it was open, so now it just was a nice, calm walk towards the wards.

The corridors were damp and rather cold, the lights flickered and popped with lack of care just like the patients. The shouts and screams of patients never ceased, the totality of the event never seemed to hit home, you could be killed if the patients got out, in this case Taylor couldn't defend herself. All of the gates were left carelessly open, Trager must know no one is going to come down. Taylor felt she was being lead somewhere, breadcrumbs in the form of locked or opened gates, ushering her different ways.

"He's gonna get you..." One of the patients said in his cell, the guy walked up the to bars as Taylor went to the next gate "oh, you're a woman. I've never seen a woman in years, C'mere..." The patient beckoned for Taylor but she went through the gate, she had to get her keys.

"Find those keys Taylor, you're doing well." Taylor Talked to herself quietly, then she passed two familiar cells, the doors to them were wide open, then she realised. The Twins were loose. "Shit" she swore to herself, 'if I run into them, I'm royally fucked' she thought, realising she had to double back because she had walked in a complete circle Taylor pressed on towards the wards, she seen a number of things, there was dead bodies of patients just disregarded on gurney's with blood all over them, cuts, stitches and bandages, had Trager become completely deranged? Whatever he believed Taylor didn't want to run into him. Richard Trager was a nice old guy at times, kind and would help patients within reason, joke about God sometimes, but every person has the capacity to kill. But what set alarm bells off the most was that nearly all the gates were open, he never used to do that until recently, he looked after most of his staff, but now, most of his staff were bled out on the floor with wounds that looked very painful.

"Help... Me..." one of the doctors spoke clutching his side, blood was pouring out of him "please help me..." Taylor couldn't do anything, the guy would just slow her down, she continued to walk down the hall as he shouted again "HELP ME!" Taylor looked behind her but walked round the corner, if Trager heard his victim, he would know someone else is down here.

Trager's operating room... Other side of the ward near open west elevator...

Trager's room was bloody with his victims life fluids splattered all over the room, buckets of body parts, broken glass, disregarded medical equipment, sinks filled with blood and a single light dimming the room it flickered as the old bony man stood cleaning his tools for his next victim.

Trager hummed to himself as he cleaned his shears, he never knew how much fun he could have cutting someone up, not to mention learning more about human biology. He thought about what Jer said earlier about a new patient he had to find, poor Winterbourne, well not really, Jer had a point in mentioning why there were no women in the asylum and Trager could find out why.

"'Literally packaged'... 'Consider it a gift'... Nice of you Jeremy..." Trager talked to himself as he placed his shears on his equipment table, he examined his IV drip, enough blood in there for a while he thought. He wondered what he should do to Taylor, even though she was nice sometimes, she really could be a harsh bitch. He remembered when Blaire first introduced them, she was his somewhat apprentice for the first three weeks of her job here, but when she realised how Trager treat his patients she left and got her own office. Taylor respected her elders but she treated him like shit, especially this morning when she called him, but this wasn't exactly revenge, more of a 'I haven't had a woman in years' thing, and she is a good looking young woman, curves in all the right places, he tingled with excitement, not only to torture the woman but give her a few lessons in biology.

"HELP ME!" a voice cried from the corridors, it sounded far away, but Trager knew exactly who and where it was, his freshet victim, former colleague, he had driven a knife in him several times and left him to bleed out.

"Well..." Trager looked at himself, he thought he would surely threaten Taylor, he picked up his shears and snipped them "Taylor I'm gonna find you and when I do..." He trailed off as he walked out of his room clipping his shears as he paced to find Taylor.

Back with Taylor...

Taylor wanted the doctor to shut up, but if she got away she wouldn't have to put the guy out of his misery, the poor bloke had so many knife wounds in him, he wasn't getting up soon. Although she had it in her to kill the doctor who was going to get her killed, she left the guy and walked further, she had to get those cuffs off her if she was going to have any chance of surviving this place alone.

It didn't take a while to finally get down the corridor when the guy stopped, Taylor figured that Trager had finished his jobs so she paced quicker, she went round a corner and walked, but she was drawn to a ward, the place was in a state, but one thing was awful, she walked forward towards this poor unconscious looking guy who was restrained to a bed. If this was all Trager's handy work she didn't want to see him on a bad day. They guy had massive cuts with large foolishly done stitches, his whole body was a mess, his genitals we gone, he had no nose and he looked liked he had been hit a hundreds of times over. It was sick, no other way to describe it. Taylor backed up in disgust, Trager had just totally flipped, no more nice Trager, Taylor was dealing with a psychotic patient with a sadistic personality.

"Trager, you sick fucker" Taylor muttered to herself as she backed up to the corridor, she took a few paces and looked at her cuffs, they weren't that tight but she could feel them rubbing onto her thin wrists. "C'mon, nearly there" Taylor was tired with both shock and fright, but she had to keep going, she couldn't let Blaire beat her, he had to have the shit kicked out of him for this, Taylor smiled at imagining beating Blaire within an inch of his life. She turned the corner and it was pitch black, then a voice came from the darkness.

"I believe you have a appointment with me Taylor" The voice said sarcastically, then a loud snipping sound began. It was Trager.

"Fuck" Taylor spoke aloud, she quickly ran back round the corner and into the ward she was previously in, Taylor quickly took refuge under a bed and held her hands in front of her, she could still hear the snipping of Trager's shears when he entered the room.

"You know I thought you'd be happy to see me... I'm not stupid" Trager said in his usual soft tone, it was quite a lightly lit room but she still was frightened if Trager got her. Taylor seen his bare feet beside the bed, she tried to breath quietly without giving away that she was there, but Trager got down on one knee and grabbed her leg from under the bed and dragged her from her safe spot. Taylor struggled but Trager grasped her with both hand and threw her on the bed forcefully before placing his shears at her neck. It would be way too easy to kill her now, too nice to escape a day of torture. "So. I'd like to continue this in my consultation room. Get away from prying eyes y'know" Trager pushed the shears against Taylor's neck softly and she stopped struggling

"Yeah" Taylor spoke calmly, now she had to get out of this shit. But what the hell happened to Trager, his skin, well he looked like he'd been skinned or really badly tanned. Trager had his mechanical glasses on as well as a torn surgeons mask, worst thing he wore a home-made apron, with no pants. Ugh.

"Lets get this straight... I'm here to make money... You're here to get fixed... Keep being nice and I won't have to kill ya" Trager said slyly as he forcefully clutched Taylor's hair at the roots and dragged her out of the room, kicking and screaming "don't struggle, it'll only hurt more" he smiled as he dragged the blonde out of the room.

"Bastard! Get the hell off of me!" Taylor screamed as she was taken to Trager's room, he held her hair in a vice like grip and it hurt like hell. When they arrived he pushed her in a wheelchair and secured her legs and abdominal with restraints, she fidgeted in the straps.

"Now what are we going to do about those cuffs huh?" Trager stood in contemplation "ah, yeah, got something for that" he left the room for a moment, Taylor felt like she wanted to cry, but it made her think about what the fuck happened to her emotions since yesterday.

"What am I doing here? This should have never happened" Taylor said to herself as she examined Trager's room, full of blood, broken glass and, God, the stench, rotting flesh and charcoal, she hoped to hell Trager hadn't been barbecuing for Manera.

"Right, simple procedure. Sit back relax and enjoy." Trager joked as he held a hydraulic cutter, he grabbed her hands and placed the cutter at the main mechanism so the cuffs would release "hate to think where those hands've been" he continued.

"Bugger off Trager. Let me go" Taylor said bravely as the cutter was working, taylor looked at the older grey haired man, he really didn't look like himself anymore, his skin - no flesh more like - was awfully brown and what the hell did he have that IV drip in his arm for, it's filled with... blood. Taylor shuddered as Trager looked her in the eye.

"Aw you think I'll just be letting your little ass go after this don't you?" Trager pushed the cutters together and her cuffs were off, Taylor quickly reached for a knife on Trager's equipment table but she felt a blade nick at her neck, Trager had a knife of his own. "No, no. I haven't finished examining you yet, doll" Trager said seriously as he got her hands and restrained them on the arms of the wheelchair, Taylor struggled like mad to get loose then realised she wasn't going anywhere.

"What do you want from me Trager?" Taylor asked, but she already knew the answer, not just the 'money' he believed he was still getting paid but some sort of sadistic sexual gratification.

"Mmmn... Might be the pay grade, or..." Trager walked up to Taylor's left side and placed one of his slender discoloured hands on her left leg then he whispered in her ear "...maybe I wanna piece of you..." he slid his hand up to her thigh but got up to go and examine the rest of his bladed items.

"Don't even think about it you old twat" Taylor's voice went acidic, she still tried to wiggle herself out of the restraints.

"Why are you even trying?, you're not going anywhere?" Trager drew his face level with Taylors and smirked, "I was going hand you over to the twins but they're with that crazy Father Martin..." Trager stepped away from Taylor and inspected his tools, wondering what to inflict upon her. Then he picked up a syringe which looked to be filled with a clear liquid, now that could be a number of things, they had a wide array of drugs in the hospital area like Demerol, Methadone, Tramadol and morphine, "Now any of these can make you a bit sleepy, but I'm not that evil to give you the heavy stuff..." Trager smirked as he went to her left side again.

"What do you think you're doing?" Taylor spoke as she looked at the syringe Trager was holding, now she never liked needles all that much but this was crazy, that doesn't even look sterile Taylor thought worryingly.

"Don't worry, I cleaned it..." Taylor swore he muttered to himself 'I think' but he used a piece of fabric as a makeshift tourniquet on Taylor's left arm, she winced as he pulled it tightly "No seriously...ha ha... don't want you dying of an infection anytime soon... I'm only gonna give you a bit, don't want you pass out, 'cause then it'll just be... wrong" he smirked as he held her arm.

"Don't do this Trager, you're a nice guy, you don't have to do this, just let me go..." Taylor tried to talk some sense into Trager but it she wasn't getting through she felt the needle pierce her skin and then a warm sensation running from her arm and then spreading through her body.

"Yeah, you jus' keep your mouth shut little missy and we'll get on fine..." Trager spoke as he unshackled Taylor.

"uggh, you prick" Taylor moaned as she attempted to get up, she stood but her vision was rather hazy, Trager was just standing there chuckling, she stumbled over by the doorway when Trager decided to help her up "get off me!" Taylor shouted as she tried to squirm out of Tragers grasp.

"C'mon, I need you to cooperate with me here Winterbourne..." Trager said as he pulled Taylor back into the corridor and along into the room he had kept his current patient. Taylor was struggling to make anything of the situation, she was dizzy and had a rather unpleasant feeling of dysphoria not to mention being a bit tired. Trager threw Taylor on a bed and began shackling her to it, not too tight don't want her feeling uncomfortable he thought to himself.

"Just get it over with..." Taylor said quietly as she turned her head away from Trager, she was starfished, shackled to the a dirty bed with a half naked 40-something year old man staring at her with God knows what's going through his head. Taylor pulled at her restraints, she could easily get her hands out if she concentrated.

"No, you're not getting away that easily..." Trager leaned over and pulled her shackle a little tighter on her right hand, his flesh stank but Taylor's focus shifted on the knife trager had in his other hand. Trager pulled a chair up to the side of the bed Taylor was on but got up immediately to see his other patient come around.

"Trager, you sick motherfucker! Get away from me!" he screamed, Trager sighed and shook his head.

"Shh, can't you see I have another patient to attend to... now shut the hell up!" Trager pulled his knife on the poor patient, she sliced it across his chest opening a fresh wound for him to carelessly stitch it back up, the patient screamed loudly and tried to thrash about but Trager balled his fists and punched the guy until he was unconscious. Trager turned back to look at Taylor who was staring at the ceiling, "It's been no more than ten minutes... you're pretty high right? so, no need for you to be struggling..." Trager spoke aloud.

"You're not fucking me, Trager, NO way is that happening..." Taylor moaned as she looked at Trager who was on his way to sitting in the chair near her, she shifted her gaze back to the ceiling, where are you Jace?, I could really use your help right about now. Taylor thought of how Jace would make her laugh in the most dire of situations, how his laugh would liven anything up and that he would share anything that happened in his life with her and vice versa... God Jace where are you?!

"Wasn't planning on it..." Trager put his knife on the chair and ghosted his hands over Taylor's front "...If I wanted to... I would have you fully aware, after all I think I've got a taste for your screams..." Trager smirked as he pulled Taylor's top up and he placed his hand on her abdomen, she jolted as he touched her "Ticklish much?" he smiled as Taylor turned her head away from him, "C'mon, don't look away from me..." Trager removed his tattered surgeons mask and glasses then leaned on the bed, the springs creaked under the pressure. Trager moved his hands up Taylor's body, she could feel his slender warm hands feeling under the fabric of her bra and his sharp nails encircling her goose pimpled breasts.

"Get the hell off me you batty twat..." Taylor said aggressively as she tried to struggle, but Trager removed his hand from her and had become distracted by his thoughts.

"Listen, I know you haven't had a psychosomatic pregnancy... weird right... you joined as soon as all the other women left..." Trager leant in further and he leveled his face with Taylor's as he shifted both of his hands next to Taylor's head "You're just a stubborn bitch who won't back down... you must have decent mental health... but shits going down and you know... You're fucked..." Trager looked straight into Taylor's eyes, she looked at him with a blank expression but she smiled at him.

"You're the one who's being mentally fucked, Trager... oh what am I saying you're literally being screwed by Blaire" Taylor said sharply as she struggled with Trager leaning over her

"You're trapped, doll. Face it, I can make a lot of money lending you out to the patients here..." Trager ignored Taylor's attempt to get him annoyed, Look at her right there for the taking, when was the last time you had a great opportunity like this? She's the crazy one, she'd probably enjoy it, Trager contemplated.

"You do what you want to me Trager, but you know that you're gonna have a horrible death" Taylor was beginning to come back around from the morphine, but she still found it hard to move, Taylor stared at Trager's brown eyes, behind that crazy visage was once a great doctor, a decent man, but now, just a instrument of destruction for a sadistic mind. Trager shifted himself on the bed and put his full weight on Taylor, he tilted head and pushed his lips into Taylor's, she tried to get him off but her screams were muffled by Trager trying to shove his tongue into her mouth as he was snaking a filthy hand all over her upper half, he even bit his sharp teeth lightly at Taylor's lips. Taylor was having none of it, she allowed Trager to back off as she mentally retreated and spat in his face.

"That is no way to treat a friend, now is it" Trager said as he wiped his face he then reached for his knife but Taylor tried to struggle underneath him, he got up and held his knife and looked back at his prize possession yeah you're gonna make me some money Trager thought. Taylor turned her head away from Trager again, but he became more aggressive in response to her ignorance "Are you even listening to me?!" Trager shouted at her but she didn't answer, he then brought his knife down half way through Taylor's left hand.

"AHHH!" Taylor screamed, her delirium had completely ruptured under the pain that was piercing through her hand, he hadn't even pushed it all the way through, she felt blood trickling down her hand as she shut her eyes in pain.

"See, if you would've cooperated, I wouldn't of had to do that..." Trager remarked as he cleaned his knife on his apron, he licked his lips at the taste of Taylor still on his lips Maybe I will put you under and have my way with your pretty body he thought but then something crackled over the intercom.

"Children, the time is near, The Walrider will soon judge us. My witness is nearly upon us, he will aid us in the quest to remove the shackles from our true God" the voice spoke through the intercom, that was no way the preacher Taylor usually heard, was it that patient who thinks he's a priest?

"You see, that's Father Martin... No offence to the man, but I sometimes worry he might just be... A little bit, crazy. It's understandable..." Trager then trailed off mumbling to himself, with his back turned Taylor was able to wiggle her right hand out of the restraints, the light then went off. "What the?..." Trager spoke.

"Lights. electric. Shit, the entire asylum's lost power" Taylor spoke to keep Trager from knowing she was doing something suspicious, she wriggled away from the restraints as quietly wincing at the pain of her hand but she lay still when the lights flickered, Trager had his back turned.

"You just sit tight, I'm gonna see what's happening" Trager said, as he left the room , Taylor began to unshackle the restraints on her boots, when she got off the bed she ran straight for the door, her legs buckled and she hit the floor hard, she couldn't see shit, she just hoped Trager wasn't loitering around, waiting for Taylor to run into him again, but she couldn't hear him. Taylor scrambled to a nearby wall and stuck to it trying not to get lost and turned then left to go towards the elevator. Oh that fucking hurts Taylor held her injured hand as she dipped behind a gurney and looked past it, the place was pitch black, but she knew the lift was on the other end of this corridor, she walked towards the junction that was near the lift.

"Ah-ha" a voice came from her side, then Taylor was tackled by what she only knew as a patient "another for the congregation!" He shouted, the lights flickered back on but immediately off. Taylor struggled to escape the punches of the patient, he straddled her body as she tried to block them, she failed and that freaking morphine didn't help, a loud crack sounded, was it his hand? Or was it her jaw? Taylor couldn't think. She was out.

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Well What you guys think huh? tell you the truth I think Trager is a great antagonist in Outlast, but this chapter made me squirm a bit, it could've been worse for Taylor, I mean he could have went all out and had his way with our Taylor. Ugh. Trager creeps the bejesus out of me, the whole snippity snip snip snip of those shears. So lets hear your thoughts :)

Taylor: Go shear a sheep or something! *Agro towards Trager*

Trager: But there is no sheep here.

Taylor: Well Manera needs a haircut, go find him.

Trager: :( okay *skulks off*

Taylor: Seriously, can everyone just leave me alone *walks off into darkness*

There are crucial times in life where you think, is that the right thing to do? and then there's times when you get egged on, seriously, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You are your own person, screw what anyone else says, they don't know you as good as you know yourself.