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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  “You had no right sticking it where it didn’t belong.”

  I looked at Carl. “What about you?”

  He glared at me. “Do what you will—I’m not going to beg.”

  “Cool.” I looked at Barry. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

  Barry noticed Rodney was moving around, so he took initiative and went back to hammering. When I came back into the living room I noticed Barry was leaning against Rodney, using his weight to restrain him as he drove in the nails. I stood looking at him as I sipped my coffee. “Nice job, buddy.” Rodney had blood running down his arms, chest, sides and legs. His head was hanging forward, allowing slobber to drip from his mouth. His dazed eyes were barely open as he stared at the floor, but he was still conscious—he was moaning with each blow of the hammer. I grabbed him by his hair and lifted his head. “You’re not gonna die on us, are you?”

  He could barely talk. “Please just kill me.”

  “Over nails? That’s way too soon in the game.” I released his head, then looked down at Barry. “When you’re done with his knees, put a row down his shins, then put a few in each hip. Also, pop one in his chin for shits and giggles.”

  When Barry was done, he tossed the hammer on the floor. “Can we take a break?”

  “No, but you can go spin me a winner.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “No more nails or burnt dicks. I want something sick.”

  I sat on the couch as he walked over to the wheel. He spun it. When the clicking sounds stopped he shook his head. “Enema of Horror.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Of course, it is. That would have been awesome, but we don’t have running water.”

  He scratched his head. “What is that?”

  “That’s where you shove a water hose in their ass, allowing the pressure to rip their intestines apart.”

  “Why is it on here if you knew the house didn’t have water?”

  “I use the wheel at home.”

  His eyes got big. “What?”’

  “Just spin the damn thing again.”

  When the clicking stopped, he remained quiet.

  “What does it say?”

  “Can I spin it again?”

  “Hell no.” I noticed he moved the wheel. I walked over to him. “What are you doing, cheater?” I looked at the pointer. “Intestinal Jump Rope. Damn, you go from one extreme to another.”

  He looked at me with confusion. “What is that?”

  “You’re going to have cut one of their stomachs open, pull out their intestines, then jump rope with it while it’s still attached.”

  He turned white as a ghost. “I accidentally bumped the wheel. It was on something else.”

  “Bumped my ass. What was it on before you moved it?”

  “Uh…”

  “No, uh. Just say it. And don’t lie to me.”

  “Eye Deflation.”

  “Well, that would have been another boring one. Thanks.” I handed him a razor knife. “Now get over there and get to exercising.”

  He stood motionless. “I thought the eye thing would have been gross—that’s why I moved it. Please let me do that one.”

  “Since you’re a cheater you get to do both.” I handed him a syringe with a thumb loop. “Use this to suck all the fluid out.” I walked over to the scumbags.

  Barry looked at the wheel for a moment, then me. He held up the syringe and knife. “Come on. Please don’t…”

  I put my finger across my mouth. “We’re done with that. No more warnings. Get over here and do it.” I looked at the molesters. “Now, which one of you gets their intestines pulled out and an eyeball draining?”

  Don was still crying over his dick, but Carl was holding his head high, in a cocky way. I was looking at him as he stared back. “I hope you pick this cocky fucker to be your exercise partner. He seems to have the stamina for such an activity.”

  Carl gave me a squinted eye glare. “Fuck you! You better not touch me.”

  “Oh yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?”

  He jerked violently at his restraints. “Let me loose and you’ll find out, you fucking psycho!”

  I motioned to Barry. “Get your ass over here.”

  He walked up. “What?”

  I was nodding towards Carl. “Who do you pick?”

  He started to speak. “Uh, I don’t know.”

  I pointed at Carl while hiding my finger with my other hand. “Which one?”

  Carl glared at me. “I see what you’re doing, asshole.”

  Barry was still unsure. “Probably… Uh…”

  Carl noticed the knife in Barry’s hand and blurted out. “Kill that fucker!”

  Barry looked down.

  “Just don’t stand there; do something!”

  Barry stuck the knife in his pocket as he continued to look down.

  Carl’s face turned red from anger. “You spineless bitch!”

  I pulled a needle with some thread from my pocket. “You wanna sew his mouth shut?”

  He looked at me and shook his head.

  “I would if I was you.”

  Carl smiled with a chicken shit grin. “He’s just a bitch.”

  Barry looked bothered. I motioned for him to follow me. We walked across the room. “Get some fucking balls and put that fucker in his place.”

  “He scares me.”

  “What? We’re not little kids on a fucking playground. Get your ass over there and shut him up.” I handed him the needle. “You better do it.”

  He took the needle, then looked over at Carl. “Why is he acting like that? I would be terrified.”

  “I’ve already told you; people can react strangely when they have no control of their destiny, and it doesn’t help that he’s a burned-out crack addict. Before this is all over each one of these fuckheads will go from whining, crying, and begging to cursing and threatening, then flip flop again.”

  “That’s strange.”

  “Just be glad you’re on this side of it. Now walk over there and get to stitching.” I pulled out another needle with thread.

  “What’s that for?”

  “Your mouth.”

  “Okay, okay. No need for that.” He quickly walked up to Carl. He pushed his head back, then tried to stick in the needle, but Carl was throwing his head side to side as he yelled curse words and threats. Barry looked over his shoulder at me. “I can’t keep him still.”

  “Get creative.”

  “Like how?”

  “Figure it out.”

  “Can I do anything I want?”

  “Yes, as long as you don’t kill him.”

  Barry grabbed the torch. “Be still or I will burn you.”

  Carl spit at him. “Fuck you! You’re not going to do shit!”

  Barry lit the torch, then started burning his face. At first, Carl screamed out curse words and threats as he threw his head around, then within a few seconds he began to shout out pleas of mercy. I would have probably stopped, but Barry kept burning him; he seemed to be taking out his aggression on Carl’s face like he had done with Rodney’s foot. I walked up shaking my head. “Dude, he’s passed out.”

  “So.”

  “He can’t feel it.”

  He shut off the flame. “He will when his ass wakes up.”

  I laughed. “True dat.” Carl’s hair was still on fire and his face and head were covered in third degree burns. “Well, since he’s out you’re going to have to pick Don or Rodney for your exercise partner.”

  He held up the needle. “What about sewing his mouth closed?”

  “What’s the point now? He won’t feel it.”

  Barry pulled out his syringe. “I guess I’ll do this first.”

  Don was still crying. He softly spoke, “Just kill me.”

  Rodney was looking away as if that would make him not noticeable.

  Barry walked up to Rodney, held his head back by shoving his forearm in his throat, then stuck the needle in h
is left eye. Rodney was screaming as Barry used his thumb to pull back on the plunger. I could see Rodney’s eye deflate as the fluid was being sucked into the syringe. It was getting smaller and smaller as it collapsed on itself, finally turning into what looked like a shriveled-up raisin dangling in the open eye socket. Barry threw the syringe on the floor, then leaned forward, hands on knees, while gagging. I picked up the syringe. “We’ll save this for later for experimental purposes.”

  He looked back at me. “What?”

  “I want to pump this back in his eye later.”

  “What the fuck? Why would you want to do that?”

  “Why not? It’ll be cool to see if he can still see out of it.”

  “That’s fucking sick.”

  “Speaking of sick, you need to get the jump ropes done. I’m going to chill out for a while.” I went and sat on the couch.

  Barry pulled out his knife, then just stood staring at it. “I don’t think I can…” He looked at me as I was stretching. He knew what that meant; I was getting ready to exercise. He shook his head, then stuck the tip of the razor against Rodney’s stomach. His hands were shaking as he made a small incision.

  I yelled out, “What are you doing?”

  He pulled the knife back. He looked confused. “Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do?”

  “He’s out.”

  Don noticed Carl and Rodney were both unconscious. He was scared as he looked at Barry. “Please don’t. You have already gotten me back. Please don’t do it. I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “Hey.” Don looked at me as I was relaxing on the couch. “I thought you wanted to die?”

  “I don’t. I was just saying that. I didn’t mean it.”

  “What about your dick?”

  “I can learn to live without it.” He looked at the knife in Barry’s hand. “I don’t want to die.”

  “Then luckily for you, having your intestines pulled out, won’t kill you. Not anytime soon, anyway.”

  “Please don’t do it. I will do whatever you want.”

  “Build a time machine, go back in time, then not put your dick in those kids. If you can do that, then you can skip PE.”

  He looked confused. “Huh?”

  “That’s what I thought.” I tossed Barry a red sweatband. “Put that on your head.”

  He picked it up. “Why?”

  “Because it will be funny.”

  He put it on. “This is fucking stupid.”

  Don was panicking. “Please be serious and listen to me. I will…”

  I raised my hand, indicating for him to be quiet. “Hush. It’s going to happen.”

  “It doesn’t have to. Please have mercy.”

  “It’s what Barry spun. He has to do it to one of you.”

  He nodded towards Carl. “Do it to him.”

  “Can’t—he’s unconscious.”

  Don started making choking sounds, then lowered his head, acting like he was out.

  Barry looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. “Now what?”

  I was getting irritated. “Really? The fucker is faking. Stop wasting time and get to it.” I pulled out my sickle.

  Barry knew he had no choice, so he slit Don’s stomach open in one slice. Don screamed as his intestines protruded from the wound. Barry turned away, holding his hand over his mouth. He looked at me as he talked through his hand. “I’m going to do it, just give me a minute.”

  “You need to get them pulled out so you can cauterize him before he bleeds to death.”

  “I need a stick or something.”

  “Why?”

  “To get them out.”

  “Use your hands.”

  He reached back without looking, grabbed an intestine, then tried to pull it out. “It won’t come out.”

  “Then cut more.”

  When he made the cut longer, Don’s intestines came falling out on their own, piling on the floor around his feet. Barry took off running into the kitchen. I could hear him vomiting. I yelled out. “Hurry the fuck up—he’s going to bleed out!”

  He was white as a ghost as he walked back in. “I… I don’t think…”

  I was glaring at him.

  “Never mind.” He picked the torch off the floor.

  “About time you’re taking initiative.”

  He burned the edges of cut flesh, then turned and started dry heaving as a cloud of rancid smelling smoke engulfed the air. When he caught his composure, he looked at me. “I’m not trying to be difficult. This is fucking sick.”

  “Can’t be any sicker than what you did to your wife.”

  He glared at me.

  “I’m just saying; you dismembered her.”

  “I told you I was in a state of shock.”

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “Well, I was.”

  “But you had planned it out with such calculation.”

  “That’s how you see it.”

  “Doesn’t matter either way. You, and these fuckers, are getting what y’all deserve.”

  He looked back at them for a moment. “I don’t even know them.”

  “They’re child molesters; that should be enough.”

  “Maybe so, but it’s not right that you’re making me do this.”

  “Oh, Daniel-san, you should be thankful that your intestines aren’t piled on the floor.”

  “You’re going to get caught for this.”

  I glared at him. “Is that a threat?”

  His attitude changed. “That’s not what I meant. I meant doing this kind of stuff might catch up to you.”

  “Maybe, but not tonight.” I made a circle motion with my finger. “Jumpy jump, jumperton.”

  He looked at Don. “He’s unconscious.”

  “That doesn’t matter.”

  “I see. You can break the rules since they’re yours.”

  “First off, you’re just stalling. And jump roping with his intestines wouldn’t be painful to him. But you are on to something; let’s wait until they’re all awake to fuck with their heads.” I laid back on the couch. “I’m going to take a nap.” I reached in my pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, then tossed them to him. “Handcuff yourself to Carl’s ankle.”

  “Why?”

  “So, I don’t have to decapitate you when you try to pull something.”

  “I… I wouldn’t do anything like that.” He cuffed himself.

  “Sure, you wouldn’t. And toss the knife over here.”

  It landed a few feet from the couch. “It’s just a razor knife.”

  “I know what it is, but if I was in your shoes I would have cut off Carl’s foot with it, then grabbed the revolver from the table and shot me with it.”

  He looked at the table. “You left a gun on there?”

  I laughed. “Take a nap and be quiet.”

  He looked at the mess around him (intestines, blood, snot, vomit, feces and urine). “I can’t. It stinks over here.”

  “Then stay awake—I don’t give a shit.”

  Musical Extremities

  I wanted to rest, but I knew better than to fall asleep as I laid motionless with my arm across my eyes. The molesters were now awake and I could hear them and Barry whispering to each other. A few minutes later they had gotten quiet, meaning they were up to something. Shortly after that I heard more whispering. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation; Carl was telling Barry how to pick the lock on his handcuffs with a piece of wire. I started making snoring sounds to see what they would do. They took the bait—I could hear the wood creaking, indicating someone was walking across the pier and beam floor. I peeked out from under my arm, noticing Barry was tippy toeing around the table that was covered with the supplies. I quickly sat up and shouted, “What the fuck are you doing!”

  He jumped when I startled him, then stood motionless like a deer caught in headlights.

  Carl was staring at him. “Fucking do it!”

  Barry hysterically sifted through the items, then picked up a pistol. He po
inted it at me as he quickly moved between me and the perverts. “Don’t try anything or I will shoot you.”

  Carl looked like he had been in a car wreck with a gas truck as he stared at me. “You got his ass now, Barry. Pull the trigger and kill that piece of shit.”

  I stuck a cigarette in my mouth. “Now this is an interesting situation.” I lit it, then took a long drag as I looked at Barry. “You have two choices; you can get over there and knock out Carl’s teeth before you jump rope, or join Don’s new group; The No Dick Club for Dickless FuckHeads.”

  Barry squeezed the gun tightly. “Fuck you and your dumbass sayings! You’re going to do what I say now.”

  Rodney could barely talk. “Call the police.”

  Don was awake, but in a lot of pain and very weak. “I need an ambulance.”

  I blew smoke at Barry. “How about we call someone that gives a shit.”

  The three assholes started getting loud as they yelled at Barry to shoot me. I pointed at Barry. “You better make the right decision.”

  “I am.”

  I made a gun shape out of my hand, pointing my index finger at him, then moved my thumb as if I was cocking a hammer. “You sure it’s loaded?”

  He quickly flipped out the cylinder, then slapped it closed. “Yep, so fuck you, dumbass.”

  I jerked my hand back as if I had fired it. “Then what’s the plan?”

  “I’m going to call the police.”

  “You sure that’s what you wanna do?”

  “Fuck you, asshole! You’re not telling me what to do any more.” He laughed.

  “What’s funny?”

  “My research paid off. Not only did I get away with blaming you for that bitch’s murder, but I’m also the one that busted your ass.” He grinned. “Oh, how things work out.”

  “You’re a fucking idiot.”

  “And you’re not as much of a badass as you think.”

  “Well, you’re no longer Daniel-san. You are now my stooge.”

  “Fuck you! I’m the one with a gun.”

  “A gun with a shaved firing pin.”

  His eyes got real big. “Huh?”

  I lunged from the couch and took him down. He fought with me for a short bit until I beat him senseless. His heart was racing as he saw a blurry me standing over him with a syringe.

  An hour later he opened his eyes. He was cold, feeling nauseous and his head was throbbing. He sat up, noticing he was nude, then he saw me sitting on the couch sipping coffee. He was a little dazed. “What happened?”