MORBICIDE
This story was originally written in Spanish and is a copyrighted work. Any translation errors are subject to correction, but remember that English is not my native language.
Rolen Tybbmon runs a cutting-edge industrial company where minerals aren’t just transported: they’re shaped, optimized, and integrated into unique, unrepeatable technology. He’s young, brilliant, and meticulously efficient in a world where failing to adapt means being forgotten… a world where the powerful enslave and subjugate, constantly seeking better weapons to erase any semblance of dignity. While clans wielding mineral power reignite a silent war and human trafficking continues to fester in the shadows, Rolen tries to stay out of it. But the past doesn’t disappear. It’s filed away. And, sooner or later, it resurfaces. What he finds isn’t just violence. It’s method. It’s a morbid doctrine.
And understanding its origins can be more destructive than any wound.
In this work, fetishes aren’t categorized, deaths aren’t sugarcoated, and scenes aren’t toned down under the guise of censorship. You enter a cavern to encounter a new stench. You can turn away when it becomes unbearable, or when helplessness reverberates in your eyes. But even if the decision is yours, nothing erases what’s already been consumed. You can retrace the steps you’ve taken inward, without ever forgetting the stench or what your mind has already fabricated in the form of images. Only you control your threshold; my goal was to show you that you have one. If I don’t succeed, you’re more than welcome to stay. There will always be another chance.
⚠️ Content warning⚠️
This work is intended for mature audiences.
It contains highly disturbing themes, including physical and psychological violence, extreme emotional manipulation, abusive dynamics, human trafficking, and an explicit exploration of human depravity. It may be uncomfortable or even offensive to sensitive readers, as it does not soften or romanticize its content. Reader discretion is advised.