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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  The man rolled down his window. “What?”

  “I need to talk to you.”

  “Actually, I’m glad you caught up with me. I have another package for you.”

  “I don’t care about that. You can’t tell anyone what you saw. I’m not a fag. Those pictures were fake.”

  “Yeah, I heard you like the younger type.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Nothing. Let me get that package for you.” He got out and rolled Herb to the back of the truck.

  Herb was still thinking about the younger type comment. “What did you mean back there?”

  “You’ll figure it out here in a moment.” He locked the wheels on Herb’s wheelchair.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t want you to accidentally roll away. We’re on an incline.”

  “I can handle myself.”

  Elmer opened the backdoor, then pulled out a five-gallon fuel can. “Sorry this isn’t boxed.”

  Herb looked confused. “I didn’t order that.” He noticed it was full. “And you know you can’t be shipping fuel. That’s a DOT violation.”

  He laughed. “A fucking child molester telling me what’s illegal, go figure.”

  Herb’s eyes opened wide. “What the fuck did you say to me? What’s your problem?” He thought for a moment. “This shit isn’t adding up. Who are you?”

  Another guy stepped out of the back of the truck. He was in his mid-twenties and looked like a normal man. He was slender, dressed in blue jeans, short sleeve shirt and work boots. His hair was dark brown and neatly groomed. Elmer introduced him. “This is Kyle. He took off work today to meet you.”

  Kyle seemed upset. “Remember me, asshole?”

  Herb shook his head. “No. Should I?”

  “I’m sure you don’t. I was only twelve when you were sodomizing me.”

  Herb became upset. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  Kyle took the can and doused Herb with it, soaking his entire body and wheelchair. “It’s called payback for molesting me, you fucking piece of shit!”

  Herb’s eyes and skin were burning. “Oh my God! What did you pour on me?”

  “A mixture of gas, petroleum lacquer and Styrofoam. Specially made for assholes like you.”

  “Please don’t do this! I’ve already been through enough!”

  “Can you take back what you did to me?”

  Herb had tears running down his face. “I’m sorry. Please don’t do this. Look what someone else has already done to me. That should be enough.”

  Elmer pointed to Herb’s crotch. “Rip off your balls and that stupid finger they gave you for a dick, and we might call it even.”

  “Why are y’all doing this to me?”

  “Because you haven’t learned your lesson.”

  “How can you say that?”

  “Because you fucked over Luis, Donny and Kurt. Then lied to the police about what happened.”

  Herb glared at him. “How do you know? You weren’t there.”

  “You sure about that?”

  Confusion overcame him. “What are you saying?” He thought for a moment. “Wait a second. You’re the one that did this to me.”

  “Finger and balls, or die by fire. Make your choice.”

  “Fuck you! I’m going to….”

  Kyle doused Herb’s face with more of the liquid, then he strapped the can on the back of the wheelchair with a zip-tie. He pulled out a knife, then jabbed a hole in the bottom of the can.

  Elmer released the breaks on the wheelchair. “You better get rollin’ while you still have a chance.”

  Herb spun around, then took off in a hurry while shouting curse words and threats. He was pushing the tires as fast as he could with his stubs. The incline was working to his advantage, making him go faster and faster as he sped away. Elmer held out a Zippo. “Do you want to do the honors?”

  “Absolutely.” Kyle took the lighter and lit the liquid that was on the asphalt. The flame took off down the road. Within a few seconds, a ball of fire erupted in the distance followed by screaming. Elmer and Kyle jumped in the truck and took off.

  Motley Crew

  A few days later Elmer arrived at an abandoned building to meet Seth. He hadn’t seen him in months and wasn’t sure what to expect. He went down to the basement and met him in a room with a large window. On the other side of the window was another room and there were five nude men of different ethnicities: Mexican, Caucasian, African, Asian and Arab. They were sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall. It appeared they had been there a while due to the piles of feces scattered around.

  Elmer sat down next to Seth at a long countertop that was under the window. “What have you been doing?”

  “Taking care of shit. How did it go with your group?”

  “Great. Herb made it out, but I let Kyle kill his ass when he got out of the hospital.”

  Seth laughed. “The motherfucker thought he was home free, then got fucked up again. Nice.”

  Elmer was looking at the men. “What the heck do you have going on here?”

  Seth was leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the counter. A cigarette was hanging out of his mouth. “Getting ready to make these fuck-sticks have some fun.”

  Elmer looked around the room. “What is this place?”

  “An old recording studio.” He pointed to the window. “It’s shatterproof. And the other room is made of halite blocks and has a solid steel door, so they’re not going to be escaping anytime soon.” He pointed to a microphone and a speaker. “That’s an intercom system between these two rooms. It will allow us to talk to them, and we can hear what they say through the speaker.”

  “It looks like they’ve been here a while.”

  “Yep. We’ve all been chillin’ until you arrived.”

  “Why?”

  “Didn’t want you to miss out on the up and coming festivities.”

  “Who are these men?”

  “Hardcore extremists that have caused a lot of pain and suffering. And they hate each other because of the others’ skin color and beliefs.”

  “Where did you find them?”

  Seth smiled. “They were delivered to me.”

  Elmer looked confused. “What do you mean?”

  “They were captured and delivered by an independent contractor that works for the US government. Some of these fuckers are terrorists, the rest are extremists. They’ve come from different parts of the world. They’ve caused a lot of trouble and someone in the government wants to make an example out of them. I have no idea who’s involved or the extent of this operation, but of course, they will deny having any involvement.”

  Elmer seemed aggravated. “Why are they letting you do this? You’re a freakin’ fugitive and on America’s most wanted list!”

  “Because they know I will fuck these assholes up way beyond anything they can get by with.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Our constitution guarantees due process and the right to be free of cruel and unusual punishment. Then there are international laws that restrict torture, such as the humanitarian law and the declaration of Human Rights. This way, the government, or whoever is involved, will blame the shit on me—an out of control psychopath that they’ve been after for decades.” Seth laughed. “And it’s credible, since I have Wanted posters all over the world.”

  “This doesn’t make sense. No one is going to know what you did.”

  “On the contrary. This is going to be my finest work yet. It’s going to be broadcast around the world through the Internet.” He looked at Elmer. “The whole purpose of this is to make an example of these scumbags. The government wants other extremists and terrorists to think The Angel of Death will come after them too. It’s basically a scare tactic, or some other form of bullshit. I really don’t know, or care. I’m just glad I get to fuck up these sorry fuckers.”

  “Sounds like you’re getting off on this.”
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br />   “Why wouldn’t I? I didn’t have to waste time researching and tracking them down. And not only do I get to have fun torturing the fuck out of them, my work is going to be seen by millions.”

  Elmer had a frown. “Fun? You need help.”

  “You have to see the bigger picture. Yes, torturing lowlifes can be fun sometimes. I admit that. But if this prevents at least one terrorist or extremist from blowing up some people, then it’s even better.”

  Elmer noticed there were seven baskets against a wall. Each one was labeled with a human body part: Left Arms, Right Arms, Left Legs, Right Legs, Penises, Ball Sacks and Faces. “What the hell are you planning on doing to them?”

  “Something creative.”

  “I’m sure—I read what’s on the baskets. And exactly how bad are these people?”

  “First, they’re not people; they’re lowlifes. And they are the worst of the worst.”

  “Okay. So, what did they do?”

  Seth sat forward and spoke into the microphone that was sitting on the countertop. “Thiago, step forward.”

  No one moved.

  “If you don’t get your ass up, I’m going to light your ass up again.”

  The Hispanic man stood up and walked up to the window. Elmer noticed he looked mean—real mean. Someone he wouldn’t want to run across in an alleyway. He was around forty-years old, short and stocky. His black hair was slicked back, and his entire body was covered in tattoos. He had a thick, black mustache and his face had a large scar running across the left eye and down to his chin. His left eye was gray in color, and it looked in a different direction from his good eye. He had numerous other scars covering his body, from small to large. They looked like stab wounds, bullets holes and gashes. His skin was very dark, like leather, and it looked as if he hadn’t bathed in a long time.

  Elmer was staring at him. “Who in the hell is this guy?”

  “Thiago Sanchez. He’s a drug lord. He’s murdered a lot of people, which isn’t an uncommon thing in the Mexican drug world. But what makes him stand out is he’s been kidnapping American tourists for ransom and killing border patrol agents. That’s why he’s here. The government wants to make an example of him to discourage that kind of behavior from these kinds of pricks.”

  Thiago was staring at Elmer as if he wanted to kill him. Elmer felt uncomfortable. “Why is he staring at me?”

  “Because he wants to rape your butthole.”

  Elmer looked nauseated as he looked at his penis. It was long and crooked. “Seriously? He better keep that gross looking thing away from me if he knows what’s good for him.”

  “Why are you looking at his dick?”

  He turned red. “I wasn’t.”

  “Yes, you were. Is there something I need to know?”

  “Dude, you’re the one with a room full of naked men.”

  Seth laughed. “I can’t argue with that.”

  Thiago ran his thumb across his throat as he stared at Elmer.

  “Did you see that?”

  “Maybe he wants to kill you instead of fuck you.”

  Thiago grabbed his penis and shook it.

  Seth laughed again. “Maybe he wants to kill you, then fuck you.”

  Elmer stood up. “To hell with this shit!”

  “Sit down and stop being a bitch. He’s just being a punk. Don’t let him get to you.”

  “That’s easy for you to say—he’s not fucking with you!”

  “That’s because he knows I will light his ass up. I’ve been having fun with these shitheads while I’ve waited for you to show up.”

  “Like how?”

  Seth spoke into the mic. “Turn your nasty ass around, you fucking pervert.”

  Thiago had a hateful expression as he turned around. Seth pointed. “See the fresh stitching on his back?”

  “Yeah.” Elmer noticed he had a fresh wound that ran down his back, from his shoulders to his rear-end. It had been sewn closed with black thread, then covered in a clear glue.

  “I installed electrodes along his spine and throughout his body. I also implanted a lithium battery pack and wireless receiver in his abdomen so it’s remote controlled. I did that to all of them.”

  Elmer sat down. “Is it painful?”

  Seth pointed to a box with buttons sitting on the countertop. “See for yourself.”

  Elmer picked it up. It had five groups of buttons. Each button had a knob below it. “What are the knobs for?”

  “To adjust the output voltage.”

  “And the buttons?”

  “To energize their electrodes.”

  Elmer didn’t have to ask which button was for who—Seth had stuck a picture of each man’s face above them. “I can see you’ve been bored.”

  “Just passin’ time until you got here.” Seth nodded towards Thiago. “Make that fucker do the hat dance.”

  Elmer turned his knob all the way to max. Seth laughed. “That’s gonna make him break dance. And I mean literally. The current at that level will cause his muscles to contract so much it will break his bones.”

  “Oh shit! I didn’t know you could do that with electricity.”

  “This set up is the most powerful one I have built, thanks to some advanced hardware I was able to pick up from the contractors.”

  “Why would they give you that?”

  “I gave them a list of everything I needed.”

  “So not only did the government hand deliver you these men, but they also hooked you up with whatever goodies you wanted?”

  “In a roundabout way. Like I said, I don’t know how involved the government is.”

  “Sounds like you’re moving up in the world.”

  “It’s all bullshit. They’re just using me for a scapegoat. A smoke and mirrors show. They’ll get what they want, then throw me under the bus.”

  “Are you worried about them taking you out when this is done?”

  “I’ve not gotten away with this shit for so long because I’m an idiot. Of course, I’ve thought of that. They think they’re using me, but in reality, I’m using them. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve as well, so don’t worry. For now, let’s just kick back and have some fun.” He pointed to the control box. “Teach that fucker a lesson.”

  Elmer turned the knob down to thirty percent, then pressed the button. Thiago’s body started shaking as he made a weird howling sound. Seth spoke into the mic. “I want you to do the hat dance, motherfucker.”

  He could barely speak. “Fuck you, pendejo!”

  Seth looked at Elmer. “Turn it up a little.”

  “Done. It’s at forty percent now.” He pressed the button again. Thiago fell to his knees while screaming. His body was violently twitching and his limbs were moving around chaotically. He was defecating and urinating all over himself. The arcing of his internal electrodes could be seen flickering through his flesh. They were everywhere. From his face, all around his abdomen, along his back and down each of his limbs. He finally shouted, “Okay! Okay! Please make it stop.”

  When Elmer released the button, Thiago jumped to his feet and started half-ass dancing in place. Seth spoke into the mic. “Do it right, asshole. In fact, I want you to draw a fucking sombrero on the floor with your shit.”

  Thiago glared at him. “You’re fucking loco, hombre.”

  “Do it, or I will make you rip off your dick. And you know I will.” Seth looked at Elmer. “I’ve made these fuckers do some fucked up shit before you got here, so he knows I’m not lying.”

  Thiago was so angry that he grabbed a pile of his feces and quickly drew a large circle on the floor with a smaller circle in the center, then he started dancing around it as he yelled, “Is dis what you want, you pinche maricon? You like seeing naked men dancing?”

  Seth started laughing, making Thiago angrier. He stopped dancing, then slung some feces at the window. “I’m going to kill your whole family for this.”

  Seth pointed at the shit as it ran down the glass. It was leaving a brown smear behin
d it. “Clean that off with your fucking tongue!”

  Thiago ran up to the glass and started beating on it as he cursed in Spanish. Seth grabbed the control box from Elmer. “I’m fixing to make an example out of this fucker.” He turned the knob to seventy-percent, then lit him up. Thiago fell to the floor. His body, arms and legs started twisting around as if he was a contortionist. His mouth was moving, but only a weird screeching sound was coming out of him. Finally, his left arm bent backwards, causing a bone to protrude through his skin. Seth shut off the unit, then stood up and tapped on the glass. “Get to lickin’.”

  Thiago was slow to get up from the floor. He didn’t say a word as he cleaned the shit off the glass with his tongue. When he was done, Seth pointed to the back of the room. “Go sit your ass back down, you gross bastard.”

  Elmer had a troubled look. “That was intense. I can’t believe you made him do that with just the press of a button.” He rubbed his arm. “That shit makes my arm ache.”

  “I told you it was powerful.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Buddy. Front and center.”

  The white man slowly got up and walked across the floor as if he didn’t give a shit. He was just as ornery looking as Thiago, and covered in just as many scars. He was tall, over six-feet, and kind of on the flabby side. His arms below his elbows, neck, face and head were tan, but the rest of his body was so white it looked like porcelain from lack of sunlight. His head was bald and he had a long goatee. He had an AK-47 rifle tattooed on each side of his head and a tear drop below his right eye. His body was littered with poor quality tattoos. There wasn’t any particular order to them, and his white skin only accentuated their crudeness.

  When he reached the window, he stopped, held his arms straight out like they were wings, then spun around with a shit-eating grin. “You like what you see?”

  Seth held his index finger about an inch from his thumb, indicating he had a short penis, then laughed.

  The man slammed his fist on the window as he stared at Seth. “Bring your ass in here! I’ll rip out your fucking throat!”