The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore

by Garrett, Wade H.

I mounted the winch on the edge of the deck with clamps, then connected a small diameter cable from the winch to the end of the cable hanging out of Joel’s dick. He got real excited and started jerking around as I cranked the winch handle. I stretched his dick until it almost tore in half, then locked it so it would maintain the pressure.

  Joel looked at me with surrender in his eyes. “Stop! ease op urting me.”

  “I told you that you would be singing a different tune.”

  “Okay, okay! I’ll do whatever ew ask.”

  “Hold your breath until you die.”

  He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Wha?”

  “You heard me; kill yourself and I will stop.”

  He thought for a moment. “I on’t want to die. Pease sop doin is.”

  “Sorry, I’m not a quitter.”

  He cut his eyes downward. “It’s urting real bad. Pease ave ercy.”

  “I’ll give you the same mercy that you give the young girls in your basement. Does that sound fair?”

  That comment caused him to become enraged. “Uck ew, otherucker! Ew don’t no sit!”

  “I know you take advantage of young girls.”

  “Bullshit! I give those bitches a way off the streets.”

  I shook my head. “You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?” I grabbed a propane torch from my backpack and sat down in his office chair next to him. I lit the torch, then started burning his dick from the head to the base. Rick jumped to his feet, but Justin pulled him back to the couch. I ignored them and Joel’s muffled screams as I cooked his dick like a hotdog at a weenie roast. Joel passed out about the same time that his flesh started dripping to the floor. His dick had been burnt so badly that his outer skin was charred and cracked and the under layer of pink skin could be seen through the cracks. I slapped him a few times to wake him up. When he came to, I nodded downwards. “Look at your dick.”

  “I can’t, you idiot. My head is stuck to the wall.”

  I held a small mirror in front of him, angling it so he could see his penis. “Check it out.”

  He noticed his penis was still smoking as it was being stretched. A tear ran down his cheek. “Why would ew do such a thing?”

  “You called me a pole smoker earlier. I don’t suck dick, and I didn’t want to make a liar out of you, so, your pole is smoking, because I caused it; hence, I am a pole smoker. And besides, this is what you get for being a child molester.”

  He looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Uh…”

  I knew from his expression that he had been messing with the younger girls. “Karma is a bitch, ain’t it?”

  He looked down. “I ill ake a deal with ew. I ave a lot of monee in my safe. Ew can ave it if ew let me go.”

  “You’re not going to get off that easy. And I still haven’t taken a pound of flesh yet.”

  His eyes opened wide. “What do you mean?”

  “The pound of flesh which I demand of you is dearly bought as mine, and I will have it.”

  He looked confused. “Huh?”

  “Shakespeare, fool.”

  He started to speak, but that quickly changed to muffled screaming as I began slowly cranking the winch. With each clicking sound that the winch’s locking mechanism made, his penis stretched further and further. As his penis stretched, the cracks in his charred skin got wider. The pain had become so intense that his body began to violently shake. Suddenly, his urethra came popping out of his penis, causing the cable to fall to the floor while encased inside his piss tube. He looked downwards in horror, noticing his dick continued to stick out from his body. The outer skin wasn’t elastic any more from being traumatized, causing it to be rigid.

  Rick lunged from the couch, dragging Justin towards the door. He grabbed the door knob, but it was locked. I whistled. They both turned their heads and looked at me with a grimace of terror. I held up a key. “I couldn’t risk anyone else joining our little party.” I pointed back at the couch. “Sit down. I’m not done yet.” I took my knife and sliced Joel’s piss tube down the side, then pulled it off the barbed cable. I slung the tube towards Justin, causing him to duck his head as it flew past, hitting the wall behind him.

  Joel’s eyes were barely open and he was on the verge of passing out, so I gave him another adrenaline shot, knowing it would probably give him a heart attack. Within seconds he went from being docile to irate. His heart was beating so hard that I could see his chest pulsating and the veins in his eyes bulging. He was very angry as he stared down at his penis. Slobber and snot bubbles were hanging from his face as he shouted, “Oh my God! Look what ew did to my penis!” He glared at me. “I’m oing to rip out ew heart, ew sorry mother ucker!”

  I grabbed a device from my backpack and went over to Rick and Justin. “Check this out.” I held it up. “This is a CO2 tire inflator for bicycles. I picked it up at Walmart the other day.” I screwed a small metal piece to the nozzle of the inflator, then held it close so they could see it. “Check it out. It’s a ball inflation needle that I can stick into Joel.” I squeezed the handle once, causing air to blast from the tip of the nozzle. “I’m going to see if I can actually inflate part of his body.”

  Rick was covering his mouth. “Haven’t you already done enough to him?”

  I looked at him like he was crazy. “I was really hoping to try this out on someone. Maybe I’ll use this on you, since you’re apparently the suffer monitor.”

  His eyes got big. “That’s not what I meant. You can use it on him. I don’t care.”

  “Well, that’s good. Now you get to pick the part of his body since you opened your mouth.”

  He sat with a horrified expression. “I… I don’t want to be a part of this.”

  “Tough shit. Pick a part,”

  Rick looked scared. “I… I…”

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  Justin interrupted. “His hand. Do it to his hand.”

  Rick quickly agreed. “Yeah, his hand.”

  “That’s fucking lame.”

  Justin shrugged his shoulders. “How are we supposed to know what you’re thinking?”

  “Fair enough. Just choose between one of his eyes, tongue or his ball sack.”

  Rick grabbed his crotch as he thought about what I had said. “That’s sick.”

  I pointed to him. “Good choice.” I walked over to Joel. “Rick picked your ball sack.” I laughed as I looked at the needle. “Well, it is for balls, I suppose.”

  Joel glared at me as I squatted in front of him. “Get the uck away from me!”

  I wrapped a large zip-tie around the top of his ball sack, then tightened it as tight as I could. Joel was making a weird howling sound as his balls started turning blue. I looked up at him. “Are you as excited as I am to see if this works?”

  “Please get it off.”

  “I have to leave it on there so the gas doesn’t go into your abdomen.” I shoved the needle into the upper section of his sack below the zip-tie and right behind the base of his penis. “Are you ready for this?”

  He was desperately trying to move his hips around, but the glue held his body tightly to the wall. “Don’t do it. Peas don’t do it. I beg ew.”

  When I pulled the trigger, his sack immediately started swelling like a balloon. I continued to fill it until all the wrinkles were gone and it was almost double in size. Joel was drooling at the mouth as he stared at me. “Oh my God! That’s enough! Ew going to bust it!”

  I looked at Rick. “Whatcha think? Should I keep going?”

  He was looking down. “I don’t know.”

  “Stop looking away.”

  He held his hand over his mouth as he looked at Joel, noticing his ball sack was about to burst and his burnt and stretched penis was still sticking outwards from his body. “That’s sick.”

  I pointed to a mirror that was hanging on a wall. “Bring that over here and hold it in front of Joel—I want him to see how sick this is as well.”

  Tears wer
e running down Joel’s face as he looked at his reflection. Rick and Justin looked as if they wanted to throw up. I grabbed some tape and another zip-tie from my bag, then taped the inflator to the bottom of his penis to hold it in place so the needle wouldn’t fall out of his sack, then I used the zip-tie to lock the trigger in the on position. I quickly moved off to the side as Joel’s sack got bigger and bigger—I wasn’t sure if it would explode, causing nut juice to get everywhere. Rick and Justin started scooting backwards as well, probably thinking the same thing. I yelled at them. “Keep the mirror where he can see it!”

  They were looking away as Joel stared in horror, watching his sack as it ballooned up larger and larger. When it got to about three times its normal size his pelvic area started inflating, indicating the gas was escaping into his abdomen. I used a pair of needle nose pliers and tightened the zip-tie until it was almost tearing into his tender skin. Joel started shouting muffled screams as his sack increased in size again. It was now blue and about four times bigger than normal; it looked like he had a blue bouncy ball between his legs. Suddenly a pop echoed out and his sack quickly deflated. I knelt to examine it. “Damn, fool, you blew a huge hole in the side of your sack.”

  Even though Joel was in a lot of pain, he was very angry. “I didn’t do shit; ew did that to me, ew sorry mother ucker!”

  I took a knife and cut his sack off right below the zip-tie, leaving his testicles hanging by their sperm ducts. Joel was horrified when I shoved the inflator into one of his testicles. He screamed, begged and cried at the same time as I filled it with CO2 gas. When it was about three times larger than normal, blood started squirting out of the end of his penis; the gas had pushed through his prostrate and was blowing out blood that had accumulated from where his urethra had been ripped out.

  Joel was in absolute agony as tears flowed from his eyes. “Please stop! I beg ew!”

  I took my boot knife and sliced off his testicles, stuck them back in his sack, then held it up. “Thanks for the souvenir, pal.”

  His eyes got big as he stared at it. “Oh my God! Why did ew do that?”

  “I told you that I was going to hang these from my rearview mirror. Besides, you’re not going to need them anyway.” He was losing a lot of blood, so I sat down next to him with a propane torch. A thick cloud of rancid smelling smoke engulfed the air as I cooked his bloody wound. He tried to scream, but the rod in his mouth caused him to start gagging, then without warning, he vomited all over the front of his body. Rick and Justin started gagging. I pointed to the couch. “Get over there before you puke.” They dropped the mirror and took off.

  Joel was in agony and on the verge of death. Normally a person would have passed out from all the horrific amount of pain that he had endured, but he had a huge dose of adrenaline pumping through his veins. I pulled a large syringe out of my pocket and showed it to him. “Clotting agent for the next part—I don’t want you to bleed to death so quickly.”

  “Just kill me.”

  “I thought you wanted to live?”

  He looked down at his penis. “You have taken everything from me.”

  “Not quite.” He gagged when I stuck the needle into the side of his neck. “Believe it or not, I’m fixing to take even more.” I injected the fluid into his neck.

  “Get it out! Get it out!”

  I laughed. “Ah, needle phobic.” I started sticking the needle in and out of his neck very slowly. “You like this, do ya?”

  “Oh my God! Stop doing that!”

  I pointed the needle at his left eye. “I’m going to suck the fluid out of your eye; what do you think of that?”

  He closed his eyes very tightly. “Please don’t, I beg you!”

  I stuck the needle through his left eyelid and into his eye. He tried to open his eyes, then screamed—the needle was holding his eyelid in place. I pulled back on the plunger and sucked out the fluid, then pushed it back in, filling his eyeball back up. When I pulled out the needle he immediately started blinking his eyes. “Oh my God! What did you do?”

  “I sucked out your fluid, then put it back in.”

  He looked as if he was going to vomit again. “Please stop! Ew made ew point!”

  I quickly stuck the needle in the same eye before he had a chance to close it. “Here, I’ll do it again.” He tried to move his head, but I held it still. I pulled back on the plunger with my thumb. “Feel that? That’s your fluid being sucked out.” He wasn’t making much noise. I think he was so grossed out that he was trying to go to his special place. “I think that’s about all of it. Do you want me to fill it back up?”

  “Just get it out!”

  “If that’s what you want. It’s your eye.” I pulled out the needle, then shoved it into his top lip and pumped half of the fluid in it, then stuck it in his bottom lip and pumped in the remaining fluid. I stood back and started laughing. I looked over at Rick and Justin. “Check out this Steven Tyler looking motherfucker.” They were speechless as they stared in disgust. Joel was still holding his eyes closed. I tapped him on the forehead. “Open your fucking eyes before I drain your other eyeball.”

  “Okay, okay. I’ll do whatever you ask if you don’t stick me with the needle any more.”

  “And if you don’t, you’re going to get stuck anyway.”

  He was only able to open his right eye. “Oh shit! My eye is hurting really bad.”

  “Open it before I cut off your eyelid.”

  He started making weird noises as he held it open. “Please let me close it.”

  I looked at his eyeball. “Damn, dude, it looks like a shriveled-up raisin.”

  “Oh my God! Please let me close it.”

  He seemed to be more grossed out about his eye than his dick and balls, or the lack of. “That’s fine—I’m past the needle stuff anyway.”

  He quickly closed his eyes. “Thank you for showing mercy.”

  “Don’t get too excited, pal, I haven’t taken my pound of flesh yet.”

  He opened his right eye and noticed I was holding a scalpel. “Please don’t do anything else to me! You’ve taught me a lesson.”

  To his horror, I started cutting into his forehead with the scalpel. I cut a continuous gash across his forehead, down his neck, across his left shoulder, then down the top of his left arm. When I got to his thumb, I cut all the way around it, then around each of his fingers. I ran the blade on the underside of his arm, around his armpit, across his left side to his hip, then to his left foot. I cut around each of his toes, then up the inside of his left leg to his crotch. I did his right side the same way, finally ending the gash on his forehead where I had started. I had cut a continuous gash all the way around his body, separating the front side of his skin from the backside. I knew his heart was on the verge of shutting down, so I shoved my fingers into the gash on his forehead, then ripped the skin off his face.

  “Oh my God,” shouted Justin as he noticed Joel’s right eye was rolling around inside his head that was now just a bloody raw piece of meat with no eyelids, nose or lips. Joel started hollering muffled screams when I pulled his flesh from his shoulders and arms. Rick and Justin were staring in horror as I pulled at his skin with all my strength, now ripping it from his chest down to his waist. When I started ripping off the skin on his legs, Joel was barely moaning as he was on the verge of death, hanging on the wall in a horrendous amount of pain. I hung his skin on the wall next to his grim reaper tattoo. Rick started crying when he noticed Joel’s eye was still moving, indicating he was still conscious. Justin was turned sideways looking away as tears ran down his cheeks.

  I picked up all my stuff, then shouldered my backpack. I walked over to Justin and Rick. “How do I get to the rear section of the platform in the basement?”

  Justin looked very scared. “You gonna kill us now?”

  “Not unless you want me to.”

  Rick wiped some tears from his face. “Justin wouldn’t know; he’s not been here long. And I was kept out of the loop.”

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p; “What about that skank?”

  Rick looked confused. “Which one?”

  I thought for a moment. “I see what you mean. The blond with a mustache.”

  “Huh?”

  “Big head with German looking features.”

  “Amanda.” He smiled. “You’re right about skank—if she had as many pricks sticking out of her as she had in her, she would look like a fucking porcupine.”

  Justin elbowed Rick. “Hush!”

  Rick got serious. “What about her?”

  “She took me down to the basement earlier. She probably knows how to get to the rear section.”

  I looked at Justin. “Call her.”

  “I don’t have her number.”

  “Of course, you don’t—she’s not a dude.”

  Rick pulled out his cell phone. “What do you want me to tell her?”

  “Tell her to meet you at the dumpster out back in thirty minutes. Say you have a way to make both of you a wad of cash.”

  He started to make the call, then paused and looked at me with a frightful look.

  “Dude, if I was going to kill you, you would already be dead.” He looked at his phone, sitting dumbfounded. I knew what he was thinking. “I’m not waiting until I’m done with you.”

  He took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll do it.” He made the call.

  I pointed at the woman passed out on the couch. “I need y’all to carry her.” I removed their cuffs.

  Rick pointed at Tito, who was awake and looking around. “What about him?”

  “Oh yeah, thanks.” I pulled out my silenced pistol and shot numerous holes in his legs. I had the two guys carry the girl to the window I came in, then down the fire escape. When we came to the dumpster I had them put her inside, then had them sit in the bottom. I was looking over the top. “Good job fellas. Now I need any items that can identify either of you.”

  Rick pulled out his wallet, then handed me his driver’s license and two credit cards. “This is all I have.”

  I motioned with my fingers. “Wallet too.”

  He handed it over. “I need my money—my mom is sick and I take care of her.”

  I pulled out the money and handed it to him. I noticed a receipt hanging from his wallet. I looked at it, then looked at him. “See, this has your name on it.”