Dr. R. Trager (Outlast Fanfiction)

The Demise of Executive Cheif Richard Trager

Trager enters the observation room that shows the room where Lilith's session is with Dr. Wolfram.
Trager stood next to a man, well dressed with sharp eyes and a smile. An ID card hanging from his front jacket pocket had the name 'Jeremy Blaire'. This was another MURKOFF executive
"How's she doing Jer?" Trager said after shaking Jeremy's hand
"She's doing better than ever, we've decided to start her hormonal therapy tomorrow" Jeremy replied, he sounded ecstatic
"So soon? Shouldn't we get to know her first?"
"What? You wanna take her out to a dinner and a movie too? We don't have time rick c'mon"
They seemed to be closer than just work colleagues, more like close friends
"Yeah yeah I hear ya.. but shouldn't she get a second trial, a more fair one?"
"What do you mean? Why would she need one?"
"Well from her behavior the day before yesterday, it's obvious she was abused. I used to think those scars on her back and arms are due to her self-harming, but seeing how she was afraid of her mother, it's reasonable that she killed them. Wouldn't that be considered self-defense?"
"Yes it would, that's why we shouldn't let anyone know about that, her files will be confidential and only accessible to limited personnel. Wernicke wants to see if the morphogenic engine works on females since they're more sensitive to hardships than men. Plus, believe it or not, her years of being abused don't count for nothing from her point of view.."
"How would you know?"
Jeremy pointed at her and said "she confessed to being turned on whenever her father lashed her with his belt. She's a masochist, your type Rick"
Trager's eyes widened and he whistled "I would've had my money on her being a kinky bitch but not this kinky.."
Jeremy laughed "You always suck at gambling Rick, don't ever bet again."
"Like you're any better, do I need to remind you when we were in italy?"
"Alright alright, you win" jeremy raised his hands giving in then continued "anyway.. like I said, as far as any one knows, those scars are self-inflicted, she wasn't abused, she was just mentally incapable of showing remorse and is in denial of her actions. K?"
Trager sighed "yeah okay"
"And since you like her so much, you have permission to take control over her therapy" Jeremy paused as Trager eyes widened again and a big smile was growing on his face "BUT not as a doctor, as a supervisor of the therapy implementation, and making sure she stays safe and out of trouble, to do that you can give her chores to keep her busy. that's all! Do I have your word?"
Trager's face now wore a frown but he shook it off "Fine.. I can manage. Thanks Jer"
"Take care of your strange self and your new pet" Jeremy said exiting the room

Trager was alone now, he took 2 steps forward and pressed his face on the glass, fixating his eyes on Lilith, who is now looking at pictures and smiling at a picture of a cat
"Oh how much fun we're gonna have, little beast" he whispered before kissing the glass and getting a chair to sit down and learn

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2 days later,
Lilith's hormonal therapy so far was effective, no side affects what-so-ever. Like she have sensed when she first got here, this asylum became her home. And being allowed to practice cleaning chores to "not get a lashing", have calmed her. Still the security guards and orderlies were reminded of how violent she can get everytime they go by the hallway where their colleague died, his blood still soaked inside the vase and you can clearly see it, but resources were limited and no one cared enough to throughly clean that vase.

On her way back from the kitchen, in which she was washing the dishes, a sharp sound of glasses breaking spread across the first floor. The security guards escorting her turned to each other and a loud yell was heard, one of the guards mumbled, obviously scared "it's Walker!"
The other guard asked "should we assist?"
They both looked back at where Lilith was standing and she wasn't there.

Lilith was following the sound of the ruckus, because whenever her parents would fight, she was dragged and forced to clean the mess up. "Mother's wish comes first"
The loud noises came from what seemed to be an operation room. 3 men dressed properly for surgery were trying to calm him and the bodies of 2 orderlies were laying at the big man's feet. The same big man she always saw in the infirmary tearing off the head of Dr.Houston.