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It’s simple, really. Become a trauma nurse, see something you’re not supposed to, get hired by Murkoff for their newly improved Project Lathe 2 and suddenly, your lifelong obsession with gore and violence isn’t so shameful anymore, just part of your daily routine. However, when Franco Barbi is assigned to your patient list, your structured life is rapidly disrupted after becoming his new fixation. A new totem, Dr. Easterman calls you, a wonderful addition to the therapy. Becoming Franco’s wet nurse is a death sentence to many, but as the two of you begin to fall deeper and deeper into your shared hedonistic, filthy dispositions, you realize that there’s nothing simple about how far you’re willing to fall off the deep end.
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28 May 2026
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Victor is busy with a experiment. Not a whole lot of time for you, sadly.
You're ovulating. Extremely needy.
Victor knows, but ever the scientist, he wants to see how long he can ignore you and your hints for him to fuck you. How long can either of you last before you get what you want?
(Victor is a tease and you just want him to shut up and fuck you.)
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19 May 2026
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After getting yelled at one-to-many times by her Boss, a certain assistant gets back at him.
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05 May 2026
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-Set Before Murkoff-
You're the owner of a speakeasy, and you owe the Barbi family a sizable amount of money. You know you'll charm your way out of paying Salvatore, but his son? You're not so sure about that.
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04 May 2026
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A half-cocked plan begins to form in your mind, though you can’t quite tell if it's from the blood loss, or your own inability to stop yourself from trying to fight the Prime Assets Murkoff was determined to pit you against. “Aw, Poor baby Lupa can’t find his own food?” Even injured, you still manage to project your voice loud enough to draw his attention from across the lot, poking your head out from the doorway to get a good look at his face scrunching up in rage. The way he rushes towards the stairs cursing and raising his sawed off shotgun up has you ducking back into the doorway, loudly slamming the door to further incite him. You use the precious few seconds he spends tromping up the stairs crawling under the half busted wall into the little office cubicle to retrieve the rickety chair tucked under the desk and give it a harsh shove. It squeaks slightly as it barely rolls under the jagged drywall, before conveniently toddling right into the section of floor just out of the doors swinging range.
You give Franco a little dose of his Medicine.
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04 May 2026