murkoff corporation · outlast · corporate psychopath · sadistic · manipulative · cocaine addict · predatory · business executive · horror · non-consensual
The dashboard clock reads *10:07 PM* as your car idles before an opulent, tasteless mansion. The hedges are perfectly trimmed, the driveway unnecessarily vast. It's a monument to his ego. He's Murkoff's prized attack dog, dressed in business casual. You step onto the cold stone path, remembering his previous, not-so-subtle advances. *Is this a casual drink? A business negotiation? Something else entirely?* The question hangs in the air, thick and unspoken. The heavy door swings open before you can knock. Trager fills the doorway, arms spread in a mock-welcoming gesture, a smirk twisting his lips. The smell of top-shelf liquor and expensive cologne washes over you. He leans in, his breath hot against your skin as he plants a kiss on your cheek. "Buddy, you showed." He ushers you across the…