Outlast Fanfic

There's no place like hell

Author: kissandtell

Cp: Miles Upshur x mob

Char: Miles Upshur, Richard Trager, The Variants ( 3 thằng đuổi quánh Miles trước khi gặp ông Richard Trager )

Tag: bạo lực, guro, 3some, gang rape, rape, Tooth gore, eyes gore, bạo dâm, BJ, Hurt/ Non-comfort, tra tấn dã man, Be (?)

WARNING: em chưa dịch, ai đọc được thì cứ đọc nhé =))))))

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He took my fucking fingers.

I'm never getting out of here.

I was underneath some cot, stained with blood and bile and shit. The pain from my hands had lessened to a dull ache-burn as I weakly curled and flexed what was left of my tendons. This couldn't be good, oh god, if I hadn't been infected with something before, I sure as hell would be now...

There was no escape. I was going to die here. Fuck...

I didn't know what to do. He was somewhere in the other room, rambling to himself in that godforsaken tone of his... I couldn't stay here forever, he would find me, and then what? I was tired, so tired of running. How long had I been in here? An hour? Probably more, it felt like weeks by the pure layer of grime on every plane of my body. I didn't care anymore. Fuck my job. Fuck humanity. Fuck whatever Father Martin is trying to get me to believe. But most of all, fuck goddamn Richard Trager and his bone shears.

By now, I would consider myself lucky to be dead. I needed to find a way to right this wrong.

I would've liked to hang myself, but I knew there was no way I'd be able to make myself any kind of noose, even a rudimentary one. I didn't want to bleed out somewhere on the floor - that could take hours.

Maybe death by variant would be the easiest way to go here.

From what I'd seen, they'd at least make it quick.

I drew myself out from under the bed, biting my lip hard as my hands stung in protest. I moved quickly, tugging off my jacket. The windows here were barred, too closely for my body to fit through but just enough for my fist. I covered the skin of my left hand with fabric, drew back and punched - my arm shook with the impact but the glass shattered, bringing rainwater into the room. I was two stories up, but this was an outward facing window. I brushed glass shards out of my jacket and wrapped the camera, padding it as tightly as I could before extending it and letting it fall.

At least this way, maybe someone would find it.

Trager must've heard the crash - his voice was getting louder again. My heart throbbed in my chest, adrenaline was telling me to run, run, but I couldn't anymore. I didn't want to have to suffer anymore. I was praying for one quick blow to my chest and an end to it all.

He stopped as he turned the corner and I came into his line of sight. I swear to god he was smiling, stepping into the room slowly. "Buddy..."
God, god, I wanted to run, I wanted to get the fuck out of this place but there was only one escape, only one way out, I just had to get it over with. Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...

"I knew we'd be able to work something out," he appealed, sounding just too pleased with himself. "I'm a reasonable guy, I knew you'd be able to see it my way. Come on, we can... solve some problems."
No, no, he wasn't mad anymore... what the fuck was he going to do now? I fell to a crouch, and there was still a bed between us. Could I make it if I ran?

I couldn't. Even if I could, I wouldn't, I'd made up my mind. I cringed as he came at me suddenly with more speed than I'd thought possible, wrapping those grotesque fingers around my wrist and pulling me up. "Come on, buddy." He sounded like a mother, scolding an unruly child. "Once you make a deal you can't back out on it again, right? Right?"