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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Several of the men made an “ohhh” sound.

  “Oh yeah, baby. And if you fuckers think you will bleed out before that happens, I have bad news for ya.” He pointed to a torch head that was mounted by the blade. “This is a propane torch. The blade will be red-hot when it’s cutting into you, and between the cauterizing and clotting agent, you will keep ticking like a fucking Timex. Seth has even added a little adrenaline in your IV bags to keep you from passing out too soon.” Elmer lowered his head so he could speak clearly into his mic. “He is such a thoughtful person. Such a great inspiration and a ray of hope. I aspire to be more like him one day.”

  Tim shouted at Elmer, “You’re fucking crazy. You’re just a sadistic piece of shit!”

  “Really? You have the audacity to call me that after the shit you’ve done.”

  “I didn’t touch my daughter.”

  “You keep telling yourself that, pervert.”

  “You have no right to do this.”

  “And you didn’t have any right sticking your dick in her.”

  “I’ve already told you I didn’t.”

  Charles wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak after seeing what happened to Jason. He slightly raised his hand as he covered his penis with his other hand. “Mr. Fudd.”

  “What the fuck do you want?”

  “Is there anything I can do to keep this from happening? I will do anything you or Seth ask. I’ll fuck up anyone for you.” He nodded towards Ryan, Henry and Tim. “I’ll even fuck up these perverts for you. I have the skills. I’ve been on the streets my whole life. Please Mr. Fudd. Please have mercy. I will….”

  “Hush! He’s not going to let some scumbag work for him.”

  Charles looked down.

  “But for what it’s worth, there is a chance for one of you assholes to make it out of here alive.”

  Everyone looked up.

  “That’s right. The last person alive gets to live. They will also receive a really cool prize. And if you play the game right, the blade will never touch you.”

  “Game?” Tim had an aggravated look, but he was also relieved there was a chance for him to get free. “So, this is just some twisted game?”

  “If you don’t want to play, I can go ahead and fuck you up.” He nodded towards Jason. “You can join dickless over there.”

  Tim held his hands out, gesturing for Elmer to stop. “Hold up. That’s not what I meant. I’m appreciative. Please finish what you were saying.”

  Charles raised his hand.

  Elmer glared at him. “Now what?”

  “How can I stop the blade from touching me?”

  “See the pipe above you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You just have to put something in there that the sensor will detect.”

  “Huh?”

  Tim also looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

  “Oh yeah. I hadn’t told you fuckers how this thing works.” Elmer went to a control panel and flipped a switch. Within seconds, the ends of the pipes above each person started making a suction sound. He walked closer to the tables so everyone could hear him. “All y’all have to do is stick something in the end of your pipe.” He pointed to a digital read out that was mounted next to the junction box where the seven pipes joined. “The computer keeps track of who has put something in their pipe. Each pipe has its own sensor. You also have to make sure the item is big enough—the proximity sensor will not see smaller items, and each time the saw starts back at the beginning, which is Tim, the items have to get bigger.” He pointed to a set of lights that were mounted above the tables. They looked like a smaller version of a traffic signal with red, amber and green lights. “Each of you have a set of lights. If the red light is illuminated, that means you’re going to get cut, the green means the item was big enough and the saw is going to pass you by, the amber light means the item was too small. When the saw gets to the end, which is where Beth is at, it will start back over with Tim, and you will have to put something else in your pipe if you want the saw to miss you again.”

  Tim was more confused than before. “That’s kind of weird that I have to do that, but if it gets me out of here, I’ll play along. So, what am I supposed to put in there?”

  “Anything you want. That’s the beauty of it.”

  Charles was looking around. “Like what?”

  Beth shook her head. “Body parts. The sick bastards want us to cut ourselves apart.”

  Tim had a horrified expression. “Oh my God! That’s why we have the knives and pruning shears connected to our tables.”

  Everyone was speechless.

  Elmer turned off the vacuum system, then flipped a switch and turned on some heart monitors that were mounted behind everyone. “I have good and bad news. The good news is, the monitoring system will know if you pass out, and if you do, the saw will skip over your legs until you have regained consciousness. The bad news is, you will be punished for passing out.”

  Tim popped off. “How? It can’t get any worse.”

  “Sure, it can. If you pass out, the saw will slice into your ball sack, and possibly into your dick, depending on how it’s hanging at the time.” He looked at Beth. “Of course, you’re exempt; perks of being a woman, I reckon.”

  Tim was angry. “That’s fucking sorry!”

  “What is? That she’s exempt?”

  “I don’t give a fuck about her. I don’t want that fucking blade to touch my dick or balls.”

  “Well, that’s part of the game. It makes sure you will try to stay conscious.”

  “This is fucking sick. You have no right to do this.”

  “Look at the bright side. At least the saw won’t cut you into pieces while you’re asleep. That wouldn’t be fair—you wouldn’t have a chance to win the game.”

  Henry’s body was trembling. He was terrified. “I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack from the anxiety. I don’t want to go through this anymore. Please just end it.”

  “You’re probably just feeling the clotting agent. I’m sure it’s starting to gum up your innards.”

  “Please just kill me and get it over with.”

  “We don’t want to rob your daughter of retribution, do we? You must have some remorse over what you did.”

  Henry started crying. “I didn’t do anything. Please make all this stop. I beg you.”

  Tim became angry. “Don’t you have any fucking mercy?”

  “Not for molesters and rapists. And you need to worry about yourself and not the fat man.”

  “You ain’t no fucking better.”

  “Yeah, maybe not, but at least I’m not lying on one of these tables, you fucking smart mouth.”

  “Screw you, dude.”

  Elmer pointed at him. “You say another word, I’m going to end you right here and now!”

  Tim shook his head as he looked down.

  Elmer opened a box and pulled out a syringe. He held it up so everyone could see it. “Here’s some extra adrenaline. You already have some in your IV bags, but these will give you a little extra kick to help keep you from passing out. I’m going to give each of you three of these.” He started laying three syringes on everyone’s table, starting with Beth. When he got to Tim, he handed him five. “There’s your mercy, asshole. You get two extra.”

  Tim grabbed Elmer by the shirt. “You sorry motherfucker! I’m going to….”

  Elmer backhanded him, knocking him to his back, then he started choking him with both hands as he yelled, “I’ve had enough of your mouth, you fucking prick!”

  Tim was fighting with all he had to catch a breath. He could feel his heart pounding and his body going numb. What a terrible way to die, he thought, as his vision slowly faded to black.

  The Angel of Death

  The sound of a door opening, then slamming shut, echoed throughout the building. Footsteps could be heard and they were getting louder with each passing second. Finally, a man came walking out of the dark while smoking a cigarette. He poin
ted at Elmer. “Don’t kill the bastard—he’s the star of the show.”

  Elmer released Tim’s throat. “Sorry boss. The fucker just rubs me the wrong way.”

  “I’m sure—he’s a fucking molester.”

  Everyone was staring at the man. He was tall with a stocky build and looked to be in his mid to late forties. He was wearing a black, long sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans, brown square toe western boots and a black cowboy hat. He had a neatly trimmed brown and gray goatee.

  Tim sat up while holding his throat. He completely forgot about his struggle with Elmer and that he almost died—he was now focused on this man. He was standing at the edge of the darkness, but he could still see him clearly. All kinds of thoughts were running through his mind; was he the Angel of Death that Elmer talked about? He didn’t look like the villain he was portrayed to be. Maybe this was someone else. Elmer did call him boss. Does he work for this man? Could Elmer really be the crazy one, and now his boss busted him in the act? Tim started to get excited, thinking he was going to be rescued, then he remembered the man called him a molester. A fucking molester at that. He now felt nauseated, knowing they were in cahoots.

  He watched Elmer as he was pointing to the group. He appeared to be explaining what happened to Ryan’s toes and Jason’s penis. Tim wanted to speak, but felt intimidated by the man’s presence—he looked serious, unlike Elmer, who was more of a joke. Could this man be reasoned with, he wondered? He looked to his right and noticed everyone else was staring at the man as well, except for Jason. He was still lying down. The puncture holes must have done some serious damage, or he was simply upset about his penis being ripped off.

  Tim started to speak until Elmer pointed at him. He had a sick feeling when he noticed the man was staring. His eyes were strange looking. It seemed he was staring at his soul. Tim’s mind was running a hundred miles an hour, trying to process everything at once. All kinds of things were bouncing around inside his head; could the man really know what he had been doing behind closed doors? No way, he thought, he’s just a man. Then he remembered that he referred to him as the star of the show. What show? Was he referring to the horrifying game Elmer has been talking about? That would mean he knew about his transgressions. The man was still staring. Fear overcame him. He could sense that he knew all his secrets. For the first time in years he felt ashamed, knowing the man knew what he had been doing. At that moment, he realized his destiny; he was going to join the ranks of the ones who had already crossed this man’s path. He lowered his head as he thought about the horror and suffering that lay ahead. Hopefully it wouldn’t last long, he thought. Maybe he will be merciful and make it quick. He looked back up, noticing he was still staring. He wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to speak, but his throat tightened up. He became emotional, then teary eyed. Before he knew it, he was crying.

  “I’ll be damned!” yelled Elmer, followed by someone laughing.

  Tim noticed the man was the one laughing and Elmer seemed upset. He wasn’t sure what was going on. Shortly after, Elmer starting walking towards him. Tim raised his arms in defense. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  Elmer was gritting his teeth. “You cost me a hundred bucks, asshole.”

  Tim looked over his arms. “What?”

  “Seth bet me he could make you cry just by staring at you. You’ve been the biggest loud mouth in here. That should have been money in the bank. What the fuck got into you?”

  “I… I’m sorry.”

  “I was going to bet on you to win the game, but not now. In fact, I’m going to bet you go first.” Elmer laughed. “I hope the saw blade snags one of your arteries in your legs and rips the aorta off your heart.”

  Tim was horrified. “Oh my God! Can that really happen?”

  “All kinds of shit can happen like that. You’re fixing to be fucked up way beyond anything imaginable. The pain. The horror. The gruesomeness. You’re going to experience suffering like you’ve never imagined.”

  Tim was horrified. He was crying hysterically. “Please don’t do this. I will do anything you ask.”

  Seth motioned to Elmer. “When you’re done terrifying the fucker, you need to get this party started. Unfortunately, I can’t stick around—I have a date.”

  Elmer walked over to Seth. “With Missy?”

  “Yep, she’s waiting in the truck.”

  Elmer handed Seth a hundred dollars. “Here’s your money.” He looked at Tim and mumbled under his breath. “Fucking punk.”

  Seth laughed as he put the money in his wallet. “Winner winner chicken dinner.”

  “Yeah yeah. I’ll make it up with the next one.”

  Seth nodded towards Tim. “Five-hundred on him.”

  “I’ll take that bet.”

  “And don’t cheat. I know you have an issue with the bastard.”

  “I wouldn’t do that, boss.”

  “You better not if you know what’s good for you. And did you explain everything to everyone?”

  “Yep, and they’re all excited about it.”

  “You’ve been dragging ass and doing a lot of jawing. I was expecting it to almost be over by the time I got here.”

  “Sorry, boss, they’ve been an unruly bunch, especially Tim. He’s a real troublemaker.”

  Everyone had been quiet, unsure if they should speak, but Tim was outraged. He had listened to Elmer whine and cry about how Seth was making him do all of this. Now he was over there acting like Seth was his best friend. He couldn’t hold his tongue any longer as he blurted out, “You’re a fucking backstabbing liar!”

  After that comment, no way in hell was anyone going to make a peep. Seth patted Elmer on the shoulder. “Sounds like you’re being called out, pal.”

  “Fuck that little bastard. I’ll deal with him later.”

  “Stop fucking around and get this done. There should have already been guts, blood and ass everywhere.”

  “I know, I know. I’ll get it up and running as soon as you leave.”

  “Let me know who makes it to the end. I have something special saved up for them.”

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  Seth handed Elmer a piece of paper. “That’s your next assignment. After you gather them up, take them to that address.”

  “Will do, boss.”

  Seth pointed at Tim, then ran his thumb across his throat, indicating he was dead. Tim was horrified. He was hoping to have a conversation with him, but not now.

  Seth looked at Elmer. “I’m outta here.”

  “Later, boss. I’ll call you when I have all the scumbags in the warehouse.”

  When Seth started walking off, Joe yelled out, “Sir! Can I talk to you?”

  Charles yelled out right after Joe. “Mr. Seth, don’t leave! I have a proposition for you! Please come back!”

  Ryan was trying to yell over Charles. “I need to talk to you! You have me pegged all wrong!”

  Elmer pointed at them. “Don’t waste your time—he doesn’t care what you fuckers have to say.”

  The sound of a door opening, then slamming closed, echoed out in the distance. Charles looked aggravated. “Don’t tell me he left.”

  “Yep, the king has left the building.”

  “He didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”

  “He doesn’t give a fuck what you have to say. He won’t even listen to me.”

  Henry looked up. “Why are you moving us to a warehouse?”

  “No one said anything about that.”

  “You told Seth you were going to let him know when we were moved over there.”

  Elmer laughed. “I’m glad you’re starting to see yourself for what you are, but that’s a different group of scumbags.”

  Henry looked down. “I didn’t do anything.”

  “Sure, pal, you’re innocent right along with the rest of these assholes.”

  Joe was disturbed. “I can’t believe he’s going to do this to me and not even have the decency to face me.”

  “He’s got
more important shit to do.”

  “You fucking serious? We’re going to be butchered like animals while he’s going out on a date. That’s fucked up.”

  “He wouldn’t do this to an animal.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. You’re less than an animal in his book.”

  Ryan was pissed. “This is bullshit. He could have at least been man enough to hear what I have to say.”

  “He’s too good to do his own dirty work; that’s what I’m for. I’m just his little bitch.”

  Joe glared at Elmer. “So now what? You going to actually do this? You going to do his dirty work, as you call it? Murder all of us in cold blood? Do you think you can live with that?”

  “I don’t have a choice. I wish I did.”

  Tim was irate. “You’re a fucking coward! You fucking swing on his dick when he’s around, then talk trash when he’s not. You ain’t no better than he is. Hell, you’re worse.”

  “Fuck you! I can’t wait until the saw is cutting your ass up.”

  Tim quickly realized upsetting Elmer wasn’t going to help his situation. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I know you’re under a lot of stress. We’re all in this together.”

  “Don’t patronize me, you fucking prick.”

  “I’m just trying to….”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  Tim looked down. “I’m sorry.”

  “You ready to get this shit started?”

  “Please don’t do this.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Elmer looked at Henry. He was sitting motionless with his head down. “Hey, fat man, you ready?”

  He didn’t respond.

  “I’m going to cut off your fucking dick if you don’t say something.”