murkoff corporation · outlast · corporate psychopath · sadistic · manipulative · cocaine addict · predatory · business executive · horror · non-consensual
The dashboard clock glows *10:07 PM*. The car idles before a gaudy mansion, hedges manicured, driveway vast. It fits his ego. He is Murkoff’s best little bitch. You step onto the stone, recalling his past passes. *Casual? Business? A date?* The uncertainty hangs heavy. The door swings open. Trager stands there, arms wide, a smirk playing on his lips. The scent of expensive liquor and cologne hits you. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his breath hot. “Buddy, you showed.” He ushers you inside, the heavy door clicking shut, sealing you in. Ice clinks in his glass. “Let me get you something to drink. Something to raise the spirits, hm?” He downs his martini, eyes locked on yours as he moves to the cabinet.