The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore
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Seth looked at Wyatt. “What the hell are they doing?”
“Darren is trying to dig out again.”
Human Skin Condom
Seth and Wyatt pulled up to the barn, parking under a lean-to. Seth walked up to the cage as Darren was on all fours digging at the concrete. “What the fuck you doin’?”
He was startled. “Huh?” When he recognized it was Seth, his expression changed to as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I…” He looked down.
Seth noticed he was holding the phone. “Hey, that’s my phone that you’re using as a fucking shovel.”
He stood up with a very confused look. “I… I didn’t think y’all were coming back.”
Wyatt noticed their penises were erect. He pulled Seth to the side. “Why are their penises hard?”
“I put a shit load of Viagra mixed with some other drugs in their Gatorade.”
“Why would you do that?”
“You’ll find out later.” Seth walked over to the cage. “We had to cut our trip short. It was all over the news how these two ass clowns were being held hostage by these really cool psychopaths.”
He grabbed the bars. “I thought…”
Clayton interrupted. “It was them the whole time, Twink. They’ve been fuckin’ with us.”
Darren looked at him. “What?”
“There’s no help coming. It was all bullshit.”
“But…” He turned and glared at Seth. “That was fucking you?”
“Hey, at least you’re not going to prison, cry baby, but you still owe me a pound of your flesh.”
“Fuck you!”
Seth tossed two ropes in the cage. “Tie Clayton’s arms to one side of the cage and his feet… I mean his leg, to the other side. And I want him stretched out tightly so he can’t move.”
“I ain’t doin’ shit!”
“That’s what you said about your eye. Now get over there before I make you pop out your other one.” Seth pulled out the remote.
“He’s already gone through enough, asshole.”
Seth looked at Clayton. “Come tie this mouthy fucker up.”
“I’m not playing your games any more.” He grabbed his penis. “And this shit ain’t funny either, motherfucker. I know you had something to do with it.”
Seth pulled out a knife. “Last man standing doesn’t get his dick cut off.”
Darren looked at the blade. “What the fuck, dude, why would you even bring that kind of shit up?”
Wyatt had a troubled look. “Are you joking?”
“If it was a joke, would it be funny?”
“I’m going to the RV if you do that.”
“Then you better head that way.”
Darren had a serious expression. “You’re insane.”
Seth looked at his watch. “One of y’all fuckers better be tied up in five minutes or there’ll be two dicks lying on the floor.”
“You wouldn’t do something like that. You’re not that sick.”
“You’re right. Some other sick fucker made y’all rip out your eyes. Now do it before I come in there.”
Darren bowed up. “Try it and see what happens.”
Seth walked off, then came back. He energized both their electrodes, causing Darren to fall to the floor. He walked into the cage, then stuck his knife to Darren’s crotch. He tried to look but his body was frozen stiff. Horror overcame him when Seth held up a bloody object. He dangled it. “This is what happens when I come in here.” He walked out and locked the door, then shut off the electrodes.
Darren immediately sat up and grabbed his penis. “Oh thank God!” He looked at Seth with confusion.
Seth held up a piece of flesh. “It’s part of Clayton’s leg. I just wanted to show you how easy it would be. But the next time it’s going to be for real.” Seth looked at his watch. “Two minutes left.”
Darren started pacing back and forth while pumping his fist, then he charged Clayton. At first, they wrestled around on the floor like wild animals while exchanging blows and curse words, then Clayton’s body gave out; he was too weak to put up a long fight. Darren tied Clayton’s arms to one side of the cage, then his leg to the other. He was covered in blood as he glared at Seth. “Now what?”
“First, you can put your eye back in.”
“Huh?”
“Your fucking eye. It got knocked out.”
He looked around, then noticed it was lying on the floor. “It’s been stepped on.”
“I don’t give a shit. Stick it back in.”
He tried to wipe it off. “There’s dirt stuck to it.”
“Who cares? It’s not like the damn thing works anyway.”
“I don’t want to get an infection.”
Seth laughed. “Really?”
Darren looked down. “This isn’t right.” He pushed the deflated eyeball into his socket.
Seth tossed a razor blade in the cage. “I want you to cut the outer skin all the way around the base of Clayton’s dick.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“What do you think? And just the outer layer.”
Darren knelt next to Clayton, then combed his long hair back with his fingers so he could see. He grabbed Clayton’s hard penis, then started cutting it. Clayton screamed and his body trembled as the blade sliced his skin.
Wyatt had been quiet. “Dude, I don’t think I can watch this.”
“Watch what? Two lowlife rapists being forced to give justice to their victims.
“I don’t think Darren is being forced to do anything.” Wyatt looked at Seth. I think he’s actually enjoying that.”
“What else would you expect from a predator?”
Wyatt looked confused. “I know you put Viagra in their Gatorade, but how can his penis be hard when it’s being…” He looked at Clayton’s penis as Darren was carving on it like a pumpkin. “Whatever you call that?”
“I guess it’s because they’re gay.”
“I’m being serious.”
Seth noticed Darren was done. “Now I want you to peel his skin off by rolling it up, from the base to the head, like you’re taking off a condom.”
Darren didn’t even flinch as he started pulling at the skin. Clayton was in so much pain that he blew his voice box screaming. When Darren had enough of the skin loose, he began to meticulously roll it up. Wyatt held his hand over his mouth. “See what I mean. It looks like he’s enjoying that.”
“He enjoys inflicting pain on others.”
“But that’s his friend.”
“Doesn’t matter. He apparently has doubts about his masculinity, and hurting others makes him feel superior. That’s why he raped that woman; it was an expression of power and domination, not sexual desire.”
“Why would he have doubts about his masculinity?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe mommy and daddy didn’t give him enough attention when he was a kid, or maybe it’s because of his small dick, or maybe it’s because he’s simply an evil prick. But regardless of the reason, stubby is going to pay for his transgressions.”
Wyatt was looking between his fingers as he watched Darren. He pointed. “Clayton is definitely getting his.”
“Wait until you see what Darren’s going to get.”
Blood was running down Clayton’s hips and his body was trembling. He looked at Seth and Wyatt and shouted, “Oh my God! Please make him stop! He’s killing me!”
Darren wasn’t fazed by Clayton’s suffering as he finished pulling off the last portion of skin. He tossed it on the floor, then stood up and gave Seth a death stare. He looked like a crazed ape-man; his face was covered in blood and his long dirty-blond hair was covering most of his face.
Seth held his hands out, palms up. “What? You got something you need to say?”
Darren started pacing like a wild animal as he pumped his blood-covered hands. “Yeah! I heard what you fuckers were saying. If you think I’m going to let you do anything else to me, you’ve got another thing comin’,
you fucking punk!”
Seth went over to one of the cars, then music filled the barn with the Judas Priest song, You’ve got another thing comin’. Darren looked horrified as Seth opened the door to the cage and walked in. Before he had time to react, Seth grabbed him by his throat and threw him against the bars. Clayton was screaming for Darren to kill Seth. Wyatt was in shock, contemplating if he should help or not. Darren tried to fight back at first, but Seth was crushing his throat. He couldn’t breathe, so he grabbed Seth’s hands, then to his horror, Seth pushed him upwards against the bars until his feet came off the floor. A few seconds later he passed out. Seth continued to hold him against the bars as he looked for Wyatt. He wasn’t anywhere to be found, then he looked over his shoulder and noticed he was stomping on Clayton’s head. He yelled over the music, “Get me some ratchet straps.”
Wyatt kicked Clayton in the stomach, then ran out the door. When he came back, Seth secured Darren to the bars from his chest to his feet in a standing position. Seth went and turned down the music, then lit a cigarette. “What was that all about?”
Wyatt was breathing heavy. “You tell me.”
“I thought you had run away.”
Wyatt leaned up against the bars. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Doesn’t matter—you did well.” Seth looked at Darren and Clayton. “They’re going to be out for a while, let’s go soak up some AC in the RV.”
“Is there anything to eat in there?”
“Clayton’s dick skin and leg meat.”
“No thanks.”
“Then I guess you will have to settle for some SpaghettiOs.”
Around an hour later Seth and Wyatt heard a commotion as they were relaxing in the RV. Seth opened the door, noticing it was Darren and Clayton arguing; they were cursing, threatening and calling each other inappropriate names. Seth and Wyatt came over to see what was going on. Seth lit a cigarette. “What’s wrong with you two?”
Clayton raised his head off the floor. “Fuck all of y’all.” He was pissed. “Bunch of racist motherfuckers!”
“Why would you say that?”
Darren laughed. “Because he’s a dumb toad.”
Clayton spit at Darren. “Fuck you, peckerwood!”
Seth grabbed the bars. “Come on, fellas, there’s no reason to be such potty mouths to each other; I thought y’all were pals?”
Darren was glaring at Clayton. “We were until this rat bastard told where I was at.”
Clayton glared back. “Don’t you call me a fuckin’ rat! You’re the one that told him I raped that woman.”
“You did too, dumbass!”
“But he didn’t know that I had been first until you opened your mouth, you fucking prick!”
“What does the order have to do with anything?”
“That’s why he did this to me, you fucking piece of shit!”
Darren turned his head to where Clayton could see his bloody eye socket. “Look at this shit, asshole. You ain’t the only one that got fucked up.”
Clayton stared at him for a moment. “You fucking serious? Look what the fuck you did to my dick! Look at my fucking legs!”
Darren pointed downwards with his head. “I got a fucking rubber band around my balls. And a fucking bullet in my leg.”
“Fuck you! That ain’t the same.” He looked at Seth. “And fuck you too, you racist white motherfucker!”
Darren grinned. “You just a dumb…”
Seth interrupted. “That’s enough of the name calling Darren. You’re going to hurt his feelings.”
Clayton’s eye was full of rage. “I’m way past that shit. Y’all are some sorry motherfuckers for what you let Darren do to me.”
“If it’s any consolation you’re going to get to return the favor.”
Darren stopped grinning. “Huh?”
Clayton’s eye got big. “What was that?”
“Do you wanna peel Clayton’s dick skin off?”
His expression changed to aggressive. “Let me at that motherfucker.”
Seth tossed a potato peeler into the cage next to Clayton. “I want you to use that on his dick.”
He jerked at his ropes as he stared at Darren. “Let me loose, I’m going to rip that motherfucker apart!”
Seth looked at Wyatt. “Go around to the side of the cage and untie the rope. I’m going to untie his hands.”
Darren started to panic as he tried to get his arms loose. “No, no, no. Please don’t let him loose.” He looked down at his erect penis. “Oh my God! You can’t let this happen!”
As soon as Clayton was free, he grabbed the potato peeler and crawled on his side to Darren. He sat down and grabbed Darren’s dick. “My turn now, motherfucker.”
Darren had a horrified expression. “He made me do it! Please don’t…” He screamed at the top of his lungs as Clayton started peeling his skin. He was moving the peeler very slowly. “Hows you like this, you sorry motherfucker?” The peeler was digging in and pulling out chunks of flesh. Clayton tapped the peeler on the concrete to dislodge the pieces, then would start back right where he stopped. Darren was in so much pain that he couldn’t catch a breath as he screamed out for mercy. When Clayton was done peeling a long section of skin from the base to the head, he moved the peeler over and started again. When he was about halfway done with the second run he paused and looked up, then sarcastically popped off, “Just like how granny peeled her taters.”
Darren had drool dripping off his chin. “I can’t… I can’t take the pain! Please stop!”
When Clayton got to the end the curled-up piece of skin fell to the floor next to the other pieces. “You didn’t stop when I was beggin’ you.” He moved the peeler over to start a new run. “Payback is a bitch.”
Wyatt was looking between his fingers. “What’s wrong with these fuckers?”
Seth laughed. “That’s pure payback right there.”
Darren screamed until he was hoarse, then he started making loud agonizing moans. When Clayton was done with his penis, he grabbed Darren’s ball sack with both hands and started twisting it where the band was squeezing it tightly. He kept twisting it until the skin began to tear, then he twisted it the other direction until it started coming apart. He dug his fingers into the tear, then pulled down. The sack ripped off leaving his testicles hanging by their spermatic cords. Darren’s body shook as if he was having a seizure, then his eye rolled into the back of his head as he passed out. Wyatt turned and started gagging—the sight of Darren’s raw penis with two testicles bouncing around below it made him nauseous. Clayton tossed the bloody sack over his shoulder, then began stabbing Darren in the abdomen with the peeler. Seth held out the remote. “That’s enough!”
He jabbed the peeler into Darren’s thigh, leaving it in place, then scooted backwards as he glared at Seth. “Is that what you wanted, you sick bastard?”
Seth reached between the bars and injected Darren with adrenaline. As soon as he awoke he looked at his genitals. His voice was raspy as he shouted, “Oh my God!” He looked at Clayton. “What have you done to me?”
Clayton hocked up a loogie, then spit on him. “Fuck you, bitch!”
Darren’s eye was filled with rage as he stared at Clayton. “I’m going to kill you, you black piece of shit!”
Seth leaned against the bars. “You want some payback?”
He looked back at Seth. “Cut me loose!”
“First, I need…”
Darren shouted out, “I said cut me loose so I can kill that nigger!”
Clayton crawled back to Darren, grabbed his penis with both hands, then starting bending it. Darren belted out a raspy scream as Clayton fractured the fibrous envelope of his penis. Seth pointed at Clayton. “That’s enough.”
He backed way. “He better keep his racist mouth shut!”
Darren was crying. “You broke my dick, you asshole!”
Wyatt walked over to Seth. “This is freakin’ sick!”
“I’m surprised you’ve stuck a
round this long.”
“I’ll probably wish I hadn’t later.” He looked at Darren’s penis. “Why is it staying bent?”
“Like he said, it’s broken.”
“How can that be, it doesn’t have any bones?”
“No, but it does have a membrane that can tear and leak blood. It’s called a penile fracture.”
Wyatt looked nauseated as he looked at Darren and Clayton as they were covered in blood. “I can’t believe a person can go through that much trauma and still be alive.”
“You ready for a cage match?”
“I’m not getting in there.”
“Not you. I’m gonna make those two assholes fight it out like they’re in an octagon.”
“Oh.”
Seth grabbed the bars as he looked at Darren and Clayton. “I have some real sick and twisted shit planned for the asshole that goes down.”
Wyatt blurted out, “What can be sicker than what’s already happened?”
Seth cut Darren’s straps. “Y’all get after it.”
Darren lunged on top of Clayton and starting pounding him in the face until he was dazed. Seth shook his head. “That’s enough.”
Wyatt laughed. “That didn’t last long.”
“Clayton was too weak to fight back.”
“Now what?”
Seth tossed the ass plunger into the cage. “Shove that in his ass. Once it’s in there pull in the lever on the handle, then rip out his colon.”
Wyatt looked away. “I’m going to the RV.”
“Alright.”
Wyatt started to walk away then turned around. He covered his mouth as he watched the gruesome sight; Darren was standing over Clayton while pulling on the tool. Clayton’s rear end was being jerked around as Darren tried to pull out his insides. Seth noticed Wyatt looked bothered as he looked at the gruesome sight. “Don’t forget what these assholes did.”
“I haven’t.”
“Do you think I’m crossing the line?”
“No, it’s just too much for me to watch. I think they need to suffer—it could have been my daughter that they had raped and murdered.”