Amalgamation

An Extreme Horror Story

Trigger Warning: Please note this story contains subject matter which may be upsetting to some readers. Subjects include, but are not limited to, blood, gore, sexual violence, and visceral descriptions of violence. This story was made with the sole intention of making

Robert Essig

squirm. If you are a seasoned reader please enjoy this depraved tale. If you are new to the Extreme Horror genre, please proceed with caution. If you muster up the courage to take a dive into this horrid tale, then I commend you. For those who are unable to finish, please Restack and let me know where and why you tapped. My lovely disgusting weirdos who do finish, please type “I SURVIVED” into the comments and let me know your thoughts. I will commemorate you in my monthly newsletter. The main character in this story is a sexual predator, but I promise you he gets what he deserves TEN FOLD. Now without further ado, enjoy AMALGAMATION.

Alex hopped out of the cab, clutching his ill-fitting hoodie to warm the exposed skin around his neck. He reached into his bag of belongings, pushing aside his wallet to grab a lone house key floating near the bottom. The key slid into the lock with an audible click. A gust of foul air greeted him as the door swung inward. The floors were strewn with trash, and thousands of roaches scurried out from sagging stacks of cardboard boxes. His grandparents were hoarders, but in their old age, they’d taken it to a new extreme. No light shone from bulbs overhead, despite Alex fiddling with the switches. The hum of the refrigerator meant they still had power, despite the gloomy interior.

A crunch sounded from under his heel as he stepped forward. Strings of viscous ichor clung to the sole of his shoe. Several of the roaches huddled around their dead comrade and slurped the splattered innards from the hardwood. Disgusting. Alex set his bags on the kitchen counter and cut on the faucet. Dingy water streamed from the chrome, filling a glass mug to the brim. He gulped it down, wincing at the feeling of fetid ooze sliding down his throat. Alex coughed and pounded at his chest with a closed fist. He spat into the sink and noted dozens of small bugs swimming in his saliva. The visual made him wretch.

“Gross old fucks. You can’t ever clean the damn house?”

His voice boomed through the home, reverberating off the nicotine-stained walls. His anger boiled over, and his hands clenched until his knuckles turned white.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, big guy. You don’t want to go back into the joint.”

Alex shuddered at the thought of returning to prison. He spent years extorting women online, stealing photos from their emails, phones and social media accounts. In recent years, he’d made a killing altering photos with AI to compose fake nudes. You’d be amazed at what someone was willing to pay to keep their image clean. Once he found a liking for that kind of control, he couldn’t stop. One of his victims was fourteen. The daughter of a prominent political figure. This ultimately led to his downfall. Thankfully, overzealous detectives didn’t mind their p’s and q’s, violating his inherent rights, allowing him to get off Scot free.

His cock hardened, recalling the headlines after her suicide. The Daughter of a senator dies from suicide after AI-generated photos were used for blackmail. The story acted as a cautionary tale for women and tech companies. For Alex, it was just another memory to add to his spank bank.

“Anybody home?”

He hadn’t seen their car out front, but it’d been years since he visited. He wasn’t even sure if they still drove. They always said he could stop by whenever he wanted, and after an online troll doxed his address, he needed a place to lay low. Alex climbed the stairs, running his hand along the greasy banister. His boots sank into the moist carpet, and a terrible stench burned his nostrils.

The upstairs was in disarray. Bugs lined the walls, staring idly from their perches. Moldy food was strewn along the floor, and piles of trash blocked the guest bedroom. Alex opened the door to the master and peeked in. Two skinny lumps were tucked underneath a white sheet, their chests rising in rhythmic motions. Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.

Alex used his foot to sweep away the trash near the couch and sat his overweight frame on the cushion. Several insects scurried out from underneath, startling him.

“Goddammit! That is fucking it. Wake up.”

The door slammed open as Alex kicked through the door. Splinters exploded from the jamb and rained down onto the carpet. Rage surged through his veins when the couple failed to rise from the bed.

“Get up,” Alex yelled, tearing the sheet from their bodies.

He stumbled backward, staring at the macabre scene before him. Hordes of roaches climbed in and out of the various holes decorating his grandparents' sloughing skin. A colossal bug pushed from beneath his Papa’s eye, shifting the orb out of place. It made a wet plop as it bounced off the mattress and dangled by the optic nerve.

Tst-tst-tst.

A sharp pain stabbed into his skull, blurring his vision. Chittering voices flooded his mind and taunted him incessantly. An image of Gemma, the dead teenager he blackmailed, flashed in his mind. The purpled bruise from the noose encircling her neck pulsed as her bloated lips spoke.

Unworthy of life. You posted lies, shrouding me in shame.

Vomit erupted from Alex’s mouth, in a cone of partially digested beef and bile. Alex pinched his eyes shut and gagged as the foul emesis continued to purge from his abdomen. He wiped his tears and stared at the blurred images climbing off the mattress. The pain in his head worsened, and the otherworldly voice grew louder.

Decades we’ve spent in filth. Observing your species vile deeds. We are one. We are the Amalgamation.

Alex’s vision cleared, and he stared at his grandparents’ nude bodies. The rotting skin slid off their torsos, revealing a hollowed cavity filled with bustling pests, scurrying over one another as they picked their bones clean. The old man’s testicles swelled, splitting the scrotal skin at its center. A cascade of vermin fell to the floor, covered in blood and pus.

“Oh, my God!”

No God. Only us.

He wanted to run, but his body was paralyzed with fear. His muscles spasmed, causing them to ache. Alex lunged for the door, crawling on all fours in a desperate attempt to escape. Gnarled fingers clasped his ankles and pulled him backward. The walls were enveloped in a swarm of black bugs pouring from every crack and crevice of the dilapidated home. Alex screamed in horror as the roaches bound together, forming a massive phallus around his grandfather’s crotch.

“Help, somebody please fucking help me!”

You scream into a void. Much like your victims. Like your grandfather’s victims.

Alex’s mind reeled with questions. How did this thing know about his families’ past? His Papa was responsible for abducting several women and children. He subjected them to horrific tortures, penetrating them with barbed-coated broom handles and other homemade devices. The old man had shown Alex the ropes, forging him into a sexual predator. They called his grandfather the River City Rapist. The name struck fear into the residents of Bexar County, especially since he was never caught. Unlike Alex.

“I’m sick. It’s not my fault. The evil runs through my blood.”

We’ve tasted your kin inside and out. There is no evil. Only human. An organic failure.

The old man’s husk flipped Alex onto his back with ease, tearing at the fabric of his jeans. His pathetic cock was greeted by the cool air wafting from the vents. He tried to sit up, but the Amalgamation kept him pinned while his Papa violated his rectum. Footsteps echoed to his right, and the old woman’s rotted frame squatted over him. Milky discharge fell from her cunt, dribbling into Alex’s open mouth. The tangy froth coated his tongue with an acrid taste. He spat out the vile fluid, some of the remnants peppering his nostrils.

Her vagina rippled as a bulbous structure wiggled from her rotting birth canal. A large egg sac slid out from between her lips. Its clotted exterior was the same texture as rotten milk. Alex tried to close his mouth, but the bugs sliding through his nasal passage shattered the triangular bones. His shrieks were cut short by his grandmother’s descending pelvis; her foul genitals grinding the meat of his lip into his teeth. A rancid musk emanated from her rotting labia and shit-crusted cheeks, creating an aromatic mixture of disease. The cartilaginous rings of his trachea popped as the lumpy sac worked its way down his throat, flooding his mouth with blood.

Feel the pain you sought to bring onto others.

In the reflection of the bedside mirror, he saw his grandfather push his decaying scalp into the bleeding orifice between his buttocks. His lungs burned, begging for oxygen. The tiny capillaries beneath his skin burst, giving rise to patches of red and purple blotches. Alex’s vision darkened as the old man’s shoulders cleared his anus, shattering his pelvic bone. Blood squirted from every orifice, and his vision faded.

Your death will not be the last. You kill each other for Religion. Resources. Pride. We are the true keepers of this world. Not even your bombs can turn our kind to ash.

Alex’s body convulsed, defecating and bleeding. A vision of Gemma appeared before him as his soul rose from its dying flesh. The ground split open and beneath lay a void of absolute black. She guided him down, brandishing a middle finger and mouthing the words burn in hell. The earth closed above him, trapping him within.

Author’s Note: Congrats on finishing! This story was truly depraved, perhaps even surpassing BIRTHDAY MEAT SUIT. Not all my stories are this extreme, and before you click unsubscribe, check out BLOOD PUMP or BAKER’S DOZEN, which are some of my more “tame” pieces. While I do enjoy crafting stories within the Extreme Horror and Splatterpunk genre, I also like to challenge myself and explore stories within other fields. Thank you again for reading. You all are so amazing!