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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Barry turned and vomited, then sat on the floor. “I don’t feel well.”

  “I can give you an adrenaline shot.” I pulled a syringe out of my pocket.

  He raised his hand, indicating for me to stop. “I’m okay.” He stood up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “This is getting out of hand.”

  “How you figure that? We’re just getting started.”

  He looked at Rodney. “Look what you did to him.”

  “Sorry. I know this is your gig. I shouldn’t have done that. It’s yours from here on out.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I know what the fuck you meant. Stop being a bitch.”

  He became angry. “I’m not a bitch!”

  “Well then, get your non-bitch ass over to that wheel on the wall. I want to show you how this game works.” He followed me across the room. I sat on the edge of the table. “See the pointer?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re going to spin the wheel and whatever the pointer lands on is what you’re going to do to one of those assholes.”

  He was shaking his head as he read some of the words that were written in the pie sections of the wheel; Meat Snatch, Gash and Stitch, Jaws of Life, Tongue Twister, Enema of Horror, Nailed, Dissection, Musical Hair Patches, Eye Deflation, Intestinal Jump Rope, Cooked Until Dripping, Spoon of Pain, Needle Works, Ball Squats, Cut and Rip, Two Headed Cock, Bone Collector, Joint Screws, Fused, Human Tesla Coil, Barbed Wired, Shit Faced, Root and Rod, Colon Blow, Skin Deep, Boiling Nuts, Sewn, Muscle Stimulator, Urethra Tug-o-war, Crack a Cap, Tendon Rubber Bands, Weenie Roast, Musical Extremities, Root Canal, Needle Mania, Tattooed Wall Art, Rod and Prod, Slice and Dice, Sex Change and Torched Beyond Recognition.

  I was laying out some tools as he stared at the wheel. “You ready to take it for a spin?”

  He shook his head. “This isn’t going to happen.”

  “Either you spin the wheel and do whatever it lands on to one of the fuckheads, or I will spin it and do it to you.”

  He walked backwards. “I’m not doing it.”

  I spun the wheel. Barry’s eyes opened wide as he stared at the pointer. His heart was beating faster and faster as the pointer’s clicking sound slowed down. When it stopped, he took off running before he had a chance to read it. He screamed as I tackled him, pinning him to the floor on his stomach. I leaned towards his ear. “You lucky bastard. Guess what it stopped on?”

  He tried to throw me off. “Get the fuck off me!”

  I pulled up his shirt and cut a hand size square into his back with a box knife, then ripped the skin off his body. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as I stood up. I tossed his skin next to his head as he laid on the floor in the fetal position. “Cut and Rip. That had to be the weakest ass item in the group.”

  He looked up at me. “You have no right to do this!”

  “Yeah I do.”

  “How in the fuck do you figure that?”

  “Same right you had in killing your wife, so suck it up.”

  “I told you that was an accident.”

  “So, she cut herself into pieces, then scattered herself around the city?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. Get your ass over to the wheel before I spin it again.”

  He tried to stand up. “My back is killing me.”

  “Maybe so, but I can say you have to be the luckiest bastard I have met. Do you realize the pointer almost stopped on Ball Squats?” The section on the other side of Cut and Rip happened to be Two Headed Cock, which is just as bad.

  He just looked at me.

  “That’s where you are forced to tear your ball sack apart, allowing your nuts to hang by their spermatic cords. The Two Headed Cock is where your dick gets split down the center, creating two dicks.”

  He swallowed. “What? That’s horrible.”

  “I’m heading over to spin it again, and I highly doubt you will get another easy one.”

  He jumped to his feet and ran past me while holding his I.V. stand. I sat back on the table as he stood next to the wheel. “I almost forgot. See the paper hanging next to the wheel?”

  He looked at it, noticing it was a numbered list. “Yeah.”

  “It’s a set of rules. I will go over the most important ones. First, talking shit is a must—messing with their minds is as important as the physical part. And you need to keep reminding them of why they are being tortured.”

  “I’m not a bullshitter.”

  “Just do your best. I know the art of talking shit is something that is acquired over time. But the rest of the rules are non-negotiable. If they close their eyes, you have to sew their eyelids open, or cut them off. If they talk too much shit, you have to sew their mouth closed, or do the piercing like I’ve already done to Rodney. If they puke when their mouth is sewn closed or pierced, you will need to cut out the sides of their face. And they can only be tortured when they are awake. Also, you need to control bleeding so they don’t die too soon. If they…”

  He interrupted me. “I get it. I can read the list myself.”

  “Okay, know it all.” I stood up. “Go ahead and spin the wheel. I will hand you what you need from the table.”

  He looked down, then took a deep breath. “Do I have a choice?”

  “Sure, you get to pick which asshole gets what. But you only get to pick the ones that are awake.”

  “That’s not what I mean. Is there something else I can do instead of this?”

  “Yeah, you can join them and take your chances.”

  He looked at the wheel. “There could be a chance I could get something that’s not that bad. I’ve already been lucky once.”

  “You know we’re going to be doing this all night, or maybe even for several days if the scumbags last long enough. You’ll be lucky if you don’t have to do every one of those twice, unless you die first.”

  His eyes opened wide as he realized the magnitude of the horrific events that were unfolding.

  A Dickless Child Molester

  Barry looked nauseated as he stood by the wheel. “How can you do such horrible things?”

  “I’m not having a debate with you regarding what I do, if it’s right or wrong, or your opinions about it. You’re simply here to give payback for the children that these scumbags hurt, so spin that wheel and let’s get the party started.”

  “I don’t want to go to prison for this.”

  “I can tell you that everything that happens here will stay here. Everything will be cleaned up and not one trace of evidence will be found.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  “Because I am good at what I do just like anyone in their profession. And I have been doing this for a long time.”

  “You might tell on me.”

  “Sure. The Angel of Death is going to rat on someone else for fucking up some child molesters. I’m just as deep in this as you are. Now stop messing around and spin the wheel.”

  Barry took a deep breath, then gave the wheel a good spin. He watched the pointer like a hawk as it moved quicker than the eye. When it started to slow down he felt like he was going to have a panic attack. When the wheel stopped, his heart felt like it was going to bust through his chest.

  I smiled. “Weenie Roast. You’ll like that one.”

  He looked back at me with a troubled look. “What is that?”

  I handed him a propane torch. “Cook one of their dicks until there’s nothing left of it.”

  He looked nauseated. “What?”

  “You heard me. I want their dick skin cracked open, piss juice boiled away, leaving only a charred stub.”

  His hands were shaking as he took the torch. “Who do I do this to?”

  “I said it’s your choice.”

  He walked over and stared at the men. They had horrified expressions as they stared back. He walked up to Don. “I guess I pick him.”

  Don had been quiet up to this point, but he was now panicking. “No, no,
no! Don’t do it.” He looked at me as Barry lit the torch. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me if I was cooperative.”

  “That’s correct. I’m not; he is.”

  Don looked scared as he stared at Barry. “Don’t do it! I beg you! I will do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt me!”

  Barry’s hands were shaking. “Sorry, dude, I have no choice.”

  Don was pumping his fist, his eyes were huge and the veins in his neck were sticking out as he shouted, “Do not touch me! Do you hear me? Get the fuck away from me!” He started jerking his hips around as Barry moved the torch closer. When the flame touched his penis, he farted real loud. Barry shut off the torch and stepped back. “I can’t do it.”

  I pulled out my tranquilizer pistol. “If that’s the way you want it.”

  Barry held his hand out. “Wait! What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to tranq’ you, then hang your ass on the wall.”

  He relit the torch, then started burning Don’s penis. Don screamed at the top of his lungs as the smell of burnt flesh and smoke engulfed the air. Barry was holding his eyes closed as he turned his head away from Don.

  I yelled out over Don’s screams, “Pay attention! You’re burning everything but his dick.”

  He pulled back the flame. “The smoke is burning my eyes.”

  “Don’t stand above his dick where the smoke is, kneel down.”

  He knelt on one knee, then started back. I stood next to him and watched over his shoulder. “That’s it.” Steam was puffing out of Don’s dick hole and boiling blood was dripping on the floor. “Cook it until it stops dripping.”

  “Is that enough?”

  “No, I want all the moisture in that fucker burned away. I want it dry and brittle like a mummy’s dick.”

  Rodney was being quiet and looking away, but Carl was watching in fear as Don violently jerked around, screaming as loud as a person could scream.

  Don finally passed out, but Barry kept the flame on his penis until it looked like a shriveled up, burnt weenie that had been forgotten on a campfire. He shut off the flame, dropped the torch, then ran off to the side and vomited. When the smoke cleared, I noticed Don’s entire groin area had been burned. “Damn! Come check this shit out.”

  Barry eased over with his hand over his mouth.

  “You burned the shit out of his entire groin area. Look, his nut sack has ruptured and is dripping fluids.”

  Barry turned and vomited again.

  I picked up the torch. “I’ll have to show you next time how to concentrate the flame only on the area that needs to be burned.” I nodded towards the wheel. “Let’s do another one.”

  He stood up and wiped his mouth with the front of his shirt. “Can we wait a bit? I’m feeling nauseous.”

  I looked at the perverts. They were holding their heads down. “We don’t want Rodney and Carl to feel left out.”

  Carl looked up. “Please don’t do this. I beg you. Please have mercy.”

  “I’m sure the kids you molested felt the same, so I will… I mean, Barry will, show you the same mercy.”

  His attitude changed. “Fuck you! You have no right! You will not touch me!” Slobber was dripping from his mouth as he jerked around. He looked like a rabid animal. “I will fucking kill you!” He started hitting the back of his head on the wall as he shouted, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

  Barry quickly walked across the room. I looked back at him. “What’s wrong?”

  “Why is he acting like that?”

  “Sometimes these assholes act this way when they realize they have no control of their destiny. But don’t worry, it will change when you start inflicting pain on his ass.” I pointed to the wheel. “Go spin it.”

  He walked around the edge of the room, staying as far away as he could from Carl, then stood dumbfounded.

  “Spin the damn thing!”

  “Alright.” He spun it.

  Carl was still bitching and moaning. I grabbed his face and squeezed. “Stop making so much racket or I’ll have Barry sew your mouth closed.” I pushed his head back, slamming it against the wall.

  He gave me a death stare as he gritted his teeth. “You’re going to get yours.”

  The sound of the pointer was echoing in the room. I pointed to my ear. “Hear that? It’s slowing down. Maybe he’s going to pick you next.”

  He glared at me. “You two fuckers aren’t going to touch me.”

  I nodded towards Don. “He said the same thing.”

  “Fuck you!”

  When the clicking sound stopped, Barry looked at me and yelled, “Nailed.”

  “Nice. Grab a hammer and the large nails from the table.”

  He picked them up and walked over to me. I could see that he was holding the hammer tightly. “Who do you pick?”

  He wasn’t taking his eyes off me. “Not sure.”

  “Make your choice. And be smart.”

  He loosened his grip, then pointed the hammer at Rodney.

  “That’s disappointing—I was hoping you were going to choose the loud mouth.” I holstered my sickle that I had hidden next to my side. Barry’s eyes opened wide when he noticed I had been holding a weapon. I winked at him. “Hammer verses a Sickle. That would have been interesting.”

  “I… I wasn’t going to do anything.”

  “Sure, pal. Now take those nails and drive five in each of his shoulders, three in each knee and two in each of his elbows.” I walked over to a couch that was in front of the molesters. “And hurry up—we don’t have all night.” I thought for a moment, then laughed. “Actually, we do.”

  Rodney was breathing heavily and whining like a puppy as Barry stood in front of him. He positioned one of the nails on his right shoulder, then barely hit it with the hammer. Rodney’s lips were sliding up and down the rod as he begged for mercy. Barry lowered the hammer. “He’s staring at me and begging for me to stop. This is cruel.”

  I was sitting on the couch, feet propped and smoking a cigarette. “No crueler than what he did to that young child.” I sat forward. “Come here.”

  He walked over. “Yeah.”

  “In fact, tell him you’re going to show him the same mercy that he showed that little girl, then beat the nails in him like you were a fucking savage. And you better do it just the way I said because I’m not going to give you any more warnings.” He started walking away. “And make sure you leave the nail heads sticking out a little—it makes it grosser when they can see them.” I leaned back and propped my feet up.

  He walked up to Rodney. He looked down. “I’m going…”

  I shouted, “Look him in the eyes!”

  He looked at Rodney. “I’m going to show you the same mercy that you showed that little girl.” He jabbed the nail in his shoulder, then slammed the hammer down on it. Rodney was throwing his head around and screaming as loud as he could through his pierced mouth as Barry beat nail after nail into his right shoulder. When Barry started on his other shoulder, Rodney was foaming at the mouth and his eyes were rolling around in his head. When he was done with the shoulder he stood back, holding the hammer downwards as it dripped with blood. He looked back at me. “My ears are freakin’ ringing from him screaming.”

  “He’ll be hoarse here in a minute. Get back to it.”

  Rodney was staring at Barry with surrender in his eyes. His voice was very raspy and he could barely talk. “Please stop. I beg you.”

  I laughed. “See, I told you he would mess up his vocal cords.”

  Barry had to reach up to drive the nails in his elbows since they were secured above his head. Rodney only let out faint moans at first, then passed out. When Barry knelt to drive one in his knee I yelled out, “Hold up! He’s unconscious.” I tossed him a cigarette. “Take a break for a while. You can start back once he’s awake.”

  Barry sat on the floor, covered in blood. “I don’t smoke.”

  “You do while you’re being me.”

  He picked up the cigarette. “I don’
t have a lighter.”

  “Use the torch.”

  He lit it, then made a painful expression. “My back is killing me.”

  “If you keep up the good work I will bandage it for you. I might even numb it up for you.”

  “Will you remove the needle from my neck?”

  “Let’s see how you do with the next few punishments. So far you’ve only had to do easy stuff.” I pointed to Rodney. “He’s awake.”

  Barry looked at him. “No, he’s not.”

  “Yeah he is. He’s just pretending to be asleep.”

  “Really?”

  “When you’ve done this as long as I have, you can tell when someone is playing possum.”

  Barry grabbed his hammer and knelt in front of Rodney’s knee. Before he had a chance to hit the nail Rodney started jerking his leg around. Barry couldn’t hold his knee in one place long enough to hit the nail. “He’s moving around too much.”

  “Then start beating his feet until he cooperates.”

  “If you say so.” He barely swung the hammer.

  “Slam that fucker as hard as you can. Break every fucking bone in his foot.”

  Barry started beating Rodney’s foot like a crazed manic. It was almost like he was taking his aggression out on the foot. I yelled out. “He’s unconscious again.” I walked over and gave Rodney an adrenaline shot. “We don’t have all night to drive nails—we have more exciting stuff to do.” I looked at Don and Carl. “Either one of you want your shot now instead of later?”

  Don was awake and looking down. I thumped him on the head. “What’s wrong? You scared of needles?”

  “Look what you did to my penis.”

  I laughed. “A dickless child molester, go figure.

  He looked up as tears ran down his face. “You had no right to do this.”