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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Suddenly Darren stumbled backwards as intestines came pulling out of Clayton’s rear end. Seth looked at Wyatt. “Then you definitely don’t want to look now.” He nodded. “Go hang out in the RV.”

  “No, I want to see this through. I just need a short visual break before I throw up.”

  “If you want, go get the large bag of salt and the jar of habanero pepper juice off the cart.”

  Darren sat down. His body was trembling and he was covered in sweat, blood and feces. “I’m not feeling good.” He laid on his back.

  “Don’t get too comfy—you’re not done yet.”

  Wyatt walked up with the salt. He noticed Darren’s penis was covered in dried blood and dirt. “His dick looks like part of a carcass that was dug up.” He looked away and gagged a little when he noticed Clayton had several feet of intestines coming out of his rear end.

  Seth looked at Darren. “Find Clayton’s dick skin.”

  He laid his arm across his face. “I’m done.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Just kill me.”

  “That can be arranged after I skin you alive with the peeler.”

  He started crying. “Please just leave me alone.”

  “Do I need to count to three?”

  “I’m exhausted.”

  “One.”

  “You’re a ruthless bastard.” He sat up and looked around. “I don’t fucking see it.”

  Seth pointed. “It’s right there. Stop being lazy.”

  He picked it up.

  “Put it on.”

  He glared at Seth. “What?”

  “Put the fucker on your dick like it’s a condom.”

  “You’re fucking sick!”

  “Think of it this way. It’s just like a sheep skin condom, so you will be able to feel everything.”

  Wyatt shook his head. “A human skin condom; that’s creative.”

  Darren sat dumbfounded.

  “Don’t start getting difficult now. I can have Clayton pull out your ass if need be.”

  He started to put it on. “It hurts too much.”

  “Clayton! You want some payback?”

  Clayton could barely lift his head. “I want all of y’all to burn in hell.”

  Seth glared at Darren. “He said he wanted to burn the hell out of you.”

  He knew arguing and begging wasn’t going to make a difference, and he knew Seth wasn’t going to let up until he did it, so he rolled the skin on his penis. He took a deep breath. He was at his limit. “Let’s just get this over with—I’m tired of the games. You can kill me, turn me in, I don’t care any more.”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “They’re both exhausted. Let’s go take a break so they can recoup.”

  Two hours later Seth and Wyatt came back to the cage. Seth noticed Darren was laying in the fetal position. “Hey, you dead?”

  He opened his eye. “Leave me alone.”

  Clayton was lying on his side facing away from Seth and Wyatt. His penis and rear-end were very sore, preventing him from moving around too much. He sounded very weak as he spoke in a raspy voice. “What gives you the right to do this?”

  “Stop asking me that.”

  Seth noticed Darren had taken the skin off his penis. “And you need to put your condom back on—you’re not done yet.”

  His penis was very swollen and tender. “Me and Clayton are done. We’re not going to do anything else that you say.”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so.”

  He became sarcastic. “What are you going to do, shock us to death?”

  “No, I’m going to try something different.” Seth went and got a crossbow and a propane torch. He handed the torch and a hand full of aluminum bolts to Wyatt. He loaded the bow, then held it outwards. “Heat up the end of the bolt for me.” When it was glowing red, Seth aimed the crossbow at Darren. “Put the dick skin on now!”

  “Fuck you!”

  Seth shot Darren in the thigh. He screamed as he tried to pull it out, but it was stuck in his bone. The hot metal was causing steam to puff out around the hole. Darren held his hand out as Wyatt heated another torch. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it.” He picked up the skin and put it on.

  Seth tossed a bag of salt next to him. “Now pack that in the end of his colon.”

  Clayton became upset as he laid still as a sculpture. “Don’t touch it! You hear me Darren?” He raised his head and looked back. “You agreed we wouldn’t hurt each other any more.”

  Seth shot Clayton in the back. He screamed for a moment, then laid his head down.

  Darren picked up the intestine and started to stick the bag and all into the end of it.

  “No, dumbass, just the salt.”

  Wyatt gagged as he watched Darren pack in the salt with his fingers. “That’s nasty. It looks like he’s force feeding a snake.”

  Seth laughed. “Now that you mentioned it, it does.”

  Wyatt noticed Clayton was lying motionless. “Why is he just lying there?”

  “He’s either going into shock or he’s given up due to the trauma to his body.”

  “Is he going to die?”

  “He will if he doesn’t get treatment.”

  Clayton could barely speak. “Just let me die.”

  Darren set the bag of salt down; it was half-full. “I can’t get any more in.”

  “I want all of it in there.”

  He held up the end of the intestine, showing it was over flowing with salt. “It’s full.”

  “No, it’s not. You’re going to have to work it down.”

  Darren took a deep breath. He seemed frustrated. “You’re fucking demented.”

  Wyatt shook his head as he watched Darren as he was holding the end of the intestine with one hand, while milking the intestine downwards with his other. He walked up to the bars. “Hey, I have a question for you.”

  Darren ignored him.

  Wyatt grabbed the bars. “You better acknowledge me, asshole.”

  Darren laid the intestine down and glared at Wyatt. “What?”

  “If you knew this was going to happen, would you have done what you did?”

  “What kind of fucking question is that?”

  “Say it, asshole, I want to know.”

  “What the fuck do you think?”

  “I don’t know—I’m not a murdering piece of shit.”

  Darren held his bloody hand out. “Really, you’re going to judge me? Look at the shit y’all have done.”

  Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “At least I’m on this side of the bars.”

  “Fuck you!”

  Seth grabbed the bars. “He’s not going to ask you again.”

  Darren took a deep breath. “No.” He glared at Wyatt. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  “Yes.”

  “And why do you care anyway?”

  “Because I have a daughter, that’s why.”

  Wyatt looked at Seth. “I was just curious if these assholes were truly held accountable, would they still commit heinous crimes.”

  Seth pointed at Clayton’s intestine as he looked at Darren. “It’s not going to fill itself.” He looked at Wyatt. “It would definitely be a deterrent, but the libs will never allow such.”

  “It pisses me off thinking my daughter could be victimized because our judicial system doesn’t create any kind of fear for these kinds of predators.”

  “Unfortunately, this type of shit wouldn’t stop all of them.”

  “Yeah, but it would definitely make a lot of them think twice about doing something.” He looked at Darren. “Isn’t that right, you one-eyed prick?”

  Darren didn’t look at him. “Fuck you!”

  “Just think. If you wouldn’t have stopped at that house you would still have your dick and balls.”

  “Leave me the fuck alone!”

  Seth was proud of Wyatt, knowing he was ready for the next step. “When we’re done here, we need to make a trip out to the desert in New Mexico.”


  “Why we going there?”

  “To see if this scumbag is still hiding out.”

  “What are you going to do to him if he is?”

  “I’m just going to have a talk with him.”

  “You sure?”

  “I might have to tranq’ him, or even put a few bullets in his legs, but outside of that I’m going there just to speak with him.”

  Darren popped off. “And maybe you fuckers will get your asses shot off.”

  Seth rolled a jar of jalapeno juice across the floor towards Clayton. “Pour that in there when you’re done, smart-ass.”

  Darren’s hands were covered in blood, feces and salt as he fondled the slippery organ. “What the fuck is that?” He removed the lid and smelled the liquid.

  “Just pour it in.”

  Wyatt was curious. “What are you trying to do?”

  “He’s making a jalapeno sausage.”

  He laughed. “But he would need some meat.”

  “Exactly.” Seth looked at Darren. “Now slide that thing over your cock and jack off with it.”

  He looked at Seth with a disgusted look. “What?”

  “You heard me. Use it like a pocket pussy.”

  “You’re fucking insane!” He stood up. “Fuck you, you twisted piece of shit!”

  Seth pulled out the remote and energized his electrodes on their highest setting. Darren fell to the floor as his skin made a sizzling sound. A few seconds later Seth shut it off. “Get after it.”

  Darren started crying as he laid on the floor. “Please don’t make me do this.”

  “I’m not going to warn you again.”

  He pulled the intestine over to him as he laid on his side, then started stroking it. Within seconds he shouted, “Oh my God! It’s burning!” He pulled out and started blowing at his raw penis. “It feels like it’s on fire!” He pulled off Clayton’s skin and started blowing harder. “My dick is burning really bad!”

  Seth loaded another bolt. “Do I need Wyatt to heat it up?”

  “What the fuck do you want me to do?”

  “Stroke that colon.”

  “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “You didn’t have a problem sticking your dick in Mrs. Johnson, so I shouldn’t hear any complaints.”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “Heat it up.”

  Darren held his hand out. “Okay, okay.” He picked up the intestine.

  Seth pointed at the floor. “Don’t forget your condom.”

  He was so angry that he wanted to scream. “You… You are a fucking asshole!” His hands were shaking with anger as he pulled the skin over his penis. “I fucking hate you! I hope you fucking die!”

  Seth moved his fist next to his groin as if he was jacking off. “Get to spanking it, asshole.”

  He picked up the intestine and slid it over his penis, then he started stroking it. He made agonizing facial expressions as the salt and jalapeno juice burned his raw skin. A few seconds later he got on his knees and leaned forward as he put one of his hands on Clayton’s hip.

  Wyatt shook his head. “Oh my God! He’s getting into it. What a sicko.”

  Darren looked at Wyatt. “Fuck you, asshole! The juice is dripping on my scrotum.”

  Seth laughed. “Or lack of.”

  He glared at Seth. “You must be getting off on this shit.”

  “I’m getting off seeing two scumbags getting theirs.”

  Wyatt had a disturbed look. “Oh fuck! I just realized what you meant by, lack of.” He pointed at Darren. “Look between his legs. You can see his testicles bouncing around.”

  Darren looked away as he kept sliding the intestine up and down. “How long am I supposed to do this?”

  Seth glanced at his watch. “Wyatt and I are going to the RV to hang out in the AC. Every time I see that you’re not screwing that ass sleeve in the camera I’m going to pop you with a dart from across the barn.”

  He shouted as Seth and Wyatt walked off. “You can’t do this to me!”

  Two hours and four darts later Seth walked up to the cage. “That’s enough.”

  Darren fell to his side. He was covered in sweat and exhausted. “Please stop hurting me, I beg you!”

  Clayton was crying as Wyatt cut his hands free. Seth grabbed the bars. “The first one who rips off the other one’s dick will not be tortured any more.”

  Clayton went from being submissive to a savage as he spun around and climbed on top of Darren. He straddled him, then started punching him in the face ground and pound style. Seth laughed. “It looks like he has a freakin’ tail.”

  Wyatt gagged as he looked at the gruesome sight. “That’s something most people will never get to see.”

  Clayton’s intestine was being dragged around behind him as the two men wrestled around, leaving a thick trail of brown sludge behind it. The bolts in Darren’s body had bent from him rolling around and they were tearing long gashes in his flesh. The men were covered in grotesque body fluids and their violent movements were causing their wounds to bleed.

  Seth laughed. “We could sell this on pay-per-view.”

  Clayton shoved his thumb in Darren’s open socket, then spun to a side mount. He grabbed Darren’s penis and tried to tear it off, but he didn’t have the proper leverage. He mounted Darren backwards, then with all his strength, he pulled back on his penis, stretching it to twice its length. Darren was screaming at the top of his lungs as he punched Clayton in the back. Suddenly Clayton fell backwards when Darren’s penis ripped in half. Clayton pulled himself forward, then grabbed Darren’s testicles and ripped them off. Darren had managed to pull a bolt out of his side and started jabbing Clayton in the back. Clayton screamed as he rolled onto the floor. Darren stood up and thrust the bolt into Clayton’s chest several times, then put his foot on his abdomen to hold him down. He grabbed Clayton’s penis with both hands, drove his nails into his flesh, then tore it off at the base. He tossed it on the floor, then buried his fingers into his ball sack. He ripped it into pieces, causing Clayton to go into some type of seizure.

  Darren stood up and stumbled a little, then noticed blood was squirting out of him. He looked down to see where it was coming from. Horror overcame him when he saw that half his penis was missing. He fell to his knees, then to his back. He and Clayton laid on the floor moaning as blood gushed from their bodies.

  “Well, I guess that wraps it up.” Seth looked at Wyatt.

  “What are you going to do with them?”

  “Drop them down a deep hole.”

  “What hole?”

  “I’ll show you.” Seth loaded them into a front-end loader of a tractor, then he and Wyatt drove out in the field. He parked next to a pile of dirt and got off. He moved a piece of plywood that was covered with some dirt, revealing a three-foot diameter hole. Wyatt looked down it. “How deep is that?”

  “Around eighty feet.”

  “How did you dig this?”

  “With a well digging truck.”

  “I assume you did this just in case you needed to get rid of a body or two?”

  “That’s correct. Even if the police search the area they will never be able to find them at that depth.” Seth pulled Darren and Clayton out of the bucket and into the hole. They made a faint thud when they hit the bottom. Wyatt could hear someone crying. “Oh my God! One of them is still alive. You said the winner got to live.”

  “No, I said the winner wouldn’t be tortured any more, and the winner is dead.”

  “So, that’s Darren crying?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, doesn’t it just suck to be him.”

  Seth got on the tractor and filled in the hole, then they went back to the barn. Seth cleaned up the cage and put up all the tools. He looked at his watch. “It’s almost 9 PM. Let’s stay here for the night then head to New Mexico early in the morning.”

  Pyromaniac

  Seth shook Wyatt. “Time to get rollin’.”

  He rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

 
“A little after 12 AM.”

  “Seriously?”

  “I already have the truck loaded and ready to go.”

  “Why are we leaving so early?”

  “We need to be set up before the sun rises.”

  “Set up for what?”

  “Surveillance. And gather up your belongings—we’re not coming back.”

  Wyatt washed his face, then met Seth outside. He noticed there was a Chevy 4x4 parked next to the barn. It was desert tan, lifted and had off-road lights across the top. “Are we taking this?”

  “Yes. You can put your stuff in the back.” Seth locked up the barn, then they took off.

  Wyatt yawned. “Where’re we going in New Mexico?”

  “Ruidoso. It’s about two hundred and fifty miles from here.”

  “I’m going back to sleep.”

  Four hours later Seth pulled over and parked. “We’re here.”

  Wyatt sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around and noticed it was still dark. “Where are we?”

  “Ruidoso.” Seth shined a light on the remnants of a building that had been burned. “See that building?”

  “Yeah.”

  Seth pulled away. “It was burned several years ago by an arsonist named Jack Thacker.” Seth turned down a street. A short way down, he shined a light on a concrete foundation. “That’s another one he burned. He started out burning dilapidated buildings, then abandoned buildings and churches, then occupied businesses, then moved to multifamily buildings and such.”

  “Has anyone died in these fires?”

  “Of course. Last year he set an apartment on fire that killed seven people. In total, fourteen have been killed and twenty-eight injured.”

  “Sounds like he has caused a lot of chaos.”

  “Sure has. He started here in Ruidoso, then as time passed he spread his activities across the state, eventually spanning out further.”

  “What kind of sentence did he get?”

  “He’s never been caught. The police don’t even know who is doing it.”

  “But you said his name is Jack Thacker.”

  “That’s because I’ve been tracking him for the last few months.”

  Wyatt looked confused. “How is that possible that you were able to find that out but the cops haven’t.”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “You’ve been listening to my stories, you tell me.”