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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Everyone looked at Kenneth as he stood in the back of the room with his arms crossed. He was a big man with a bald head and thick mustache. He was wearing black jeans, a cream-colored polo shirt and a tan leather jacket. He resembled the actor Ving Rhames. Seth snapped his fingers to get everyone’s attention. “Listen up. We need to get started.”

  Jim was sitting in the front row. He noticed the other people in the room looked like lowlifes. “I think I’m in the wrong place.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Jim Wright.”

  “Nope. You’re in the right spot.”

  “I’m supposed to be meeting someone for a hunting trip. An expensive hunting trip.”

  “And?”

  “I doubt these people have two-hundred K for this event.”

  “Everyone is in here for a different opportunity, so just sit there and shut the fuck up.”

  Jim wasn’t sure how to respond. He was used to getting respect since he was a wealthy and powerful man. “I don’t have to put up with this nonsense.” He walked to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He looked back at Seth. “Why is this door locked?”

  “Because I locked it.”

  “You need to let me out.”

  “And you need to sit your ass down.”

  Jim turned and faced him. “Do you know who in the fuck you’re talking to?”

  “Yeah. A chicken shit trophy hunter.”

  “Chicken shit??”

  “You heard me.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “I know you think you’re badass because you can shoot an animal at a feed trough.”

  Jim pointed at him. “You don’t know shit!”

  “I know if you don’t sit down I’m going to have Kenneth break your fucking legs.”

  Jim noticed Kenneth was holding a baseball bat. “Uh….”

  “Uh’s right. And Kenneth hates white, rich fuckers, so I wouldn’t give him a reason to bust your ass up.”

  Jim sat down. “You fuckers aren’t going to get away with whatever scam you’re running.”

  “We’re not running a scam. Everything in your letter is legit.”

  “I don’t believe there’s a hunting trip. I think you’re trying to scam me out of some money.” He laughed sarcastically. “But that’s all right—you’ll get yours when I get out of here.”

  “Save your threats for later when you’re being treated like one of the animals you hunt.”

  “Who in the fuck do you think you are?”

  “I’m glad you asked. I’m the man that’s going to make all your dreams come true.”

  A woman raised her hand. She looked rough, like she had been ridden hard and hung out to dry. She had long, dirty blonde hair and was average in size. She was wearing white shorts and a pink shirt. She looked like Pamela Anderson after a hard night of partying.

  Seth pointed at her. “Yeah?”

  “I don’t mean to interrupt y’all’s pissin’ contest, but I think I’m in the wrong place. I’m supposed to be here for a modeling audition.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Amanda Lee Marlow.”

  “No, you’re in the right place, but where in the hell did you get the idea you were here for a modeling audition?”

  She held up a piece of paper. “It says it in my letter.”

  “No. It says you’ve been selected to be transformed into something spectacular like a shiny bright star.”

  She looked confused. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Sure in the hell doesn’t mean that I can turn your snaggled-tooth ass into a model. Unless it’s for a dog food commercial.”

  She stood up. “Screw you, asshole! Who in the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

  Kenneth grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down into her seat. “A fucking skank from the trailer park. Now shut the fuck up and listen to what my man has to say.”

  A dark haired, gothic looking woman became upset. “Leave her alone!”

  Kenneth pointed at her. “Mind your own shit, bitch!”

  Seth walked over to a laptop that was on a desk. “We’re going to let y’all watch a video before we get started, so keep your fucking mouths shut.”

  A large burly man in the back of the room stood up. “Hey, motherfucker! You can go fuck yourself! I ain’t watchin’ shit!”

  Several men stood up and started yelling at Seth. Jim smiled as he sat in his seat with his legs crossed. “Looks like you’re fixin’ to have some trouble, bud.”

  Seth pulled out a .44 magnum derringer, then shot the burly man in the crotch. The impact from the large round knocked him on his ass.

  Jim looked shocked. “You crazy bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Seth pointed the gun at him. “Shut the fuck up before I give you a vasectomy too.”

  “Okay, okay! Go easy.”

  Seth motioned with his gun for the others to take their seat, then he walked to the back of the room. The burly man was lying on the floor holding his crotch. “Oh my God! You blew off my fucking dick, you sorry motherfucker!”

  Seth pulled out a sheetrock saw and started cutting into his right shoulder. The man’s screaming was ear-piercing as Seth sawed away. In less than thirty seconds, Seth had severed his arm. He sprayed the wound with an aerosol can filled with a clotting agent, then stood up. “You got anything else you want to say?”

  The man was filled with rage even though he was in a lot of pain. “You’re going to pay for this, you psychotic piece of shit!”

  Seth began to beat him with the severed limb. He didn’t stop until all the bones in the arm had shattered and it was nothing more than a limp noodle. Seth cut off his other arm, then beat him the same way. The man’s face had been beaten so badly that his eyes were swollen shut, nose was broken, all his front teeth had been knocked out and his body was covered in bruises, welts and gashes. Seth tossed the arm onto his chest. “Any more comments?”

  He could barely speak. “Fuck you!”

  Seth pulled out a knife and severed the man’s jaw, then grabbed his tongue and ripped it off. “Anything else, pal? I can keep going all day.”

  He didn’t respond.

  As Seth cut out his eyes, someone in the group shouted, “Why you doing that? He didn’t say anything.”

  Seth threw the eyeballs into a trashcan, then walked to the front of the room. “He blinked hatefully.”

  Everyone was staring at him like he was crazy.

  “Now that I have y’all’s full attention, it’s movie time.”

  The room was quiet, except for the burly man’s moaning.

  A few seconds later, an overhead projector started playing a video on the front wall, then Seth and Kenneth left the room.

  Everyone sat quietly as a documentary about animal abuse played. Twenty minutes later when it was over, pictures of abused animals started coming across the screen with the caption that read Animal Cruelty. Then pictures of people being tortured started coming across the screen with the caption that read Human Cruelty. At this point, everyone was uneasy, not knowing why they were being forced to watch the gruesome video. Towards the end, pictures of Seth torturing people started coming across the screen.

  Paul stood up and shouted, “Oh shit! I recognize him! That’s the Angel of Death. He’s a fucking psychotic killer.”

  Another man started freaking out. He ran to the door and tried to open it. “Oh my God! He locked us in here!”

  Some of the people didn’t know who the Angel of Death was. They didn’t know he was a sadistic vigilante that the cops have been after for decades. The ones who did were freaking out. Several men were trying to kick the door open as the others watched. When the film’s credits started, a thick cloud of smoke engulfed the room, knocking everyone unconscious.

  An Evil Piece of Shit

  “Time to wake your ass up! Hey, wake up, asshole!” Kenneth was going around the room shaking people.

  As each per
son awoke, they found themselves nude. Within minutes, everyone was awake and yelling for help. All the men’s balls and the women’s pussy lips had been nailed to their chairs.

  Seth was standing at the front of the room. “I need everyone to be quiet.”

  No one listened as they continued to freak out.

  “I said shut the fuck up!”

  Jim had a pain-filled expression. “Why did….”

  Seth pointed at him. “I said shut the fuck up!”

  A man in the back shouted, “You’re a sick and twisted motherfucker! Look what you did to me!” He was a heavy-set man in his mid-twenties, with a baby-face, red hair and a goatee.

  Seth motioned to Kenneth by grabbing his own crotch, then he ran the back of his thumb across his throat. Kenneth walked over to the man and sliced his penis off with a knife. The man screamed at the top of his lungs as he stared at his bloody stump in disbelief.

  Kenneth tied a thin strip of leather around the base of the penis, making it into a necklace, then tossed it to Seth. Seth put it around his neck, then shouted, “The next person that speaks out without being spoken to first, will have their cock cut off!” He looked at Amanda and the other woman. “Or tits.”

  The only sound in the room was the fat man’s whimpering. Seth walked up to him. “What’s your name, dickless?”

  He remained silent.

  “You better speak up, or I’ll have Kenneth cut off your balls too.”

  He looked up with a grimace of terror. “Wayne Maddox.”

  “Oh yeah. You’re from England. You and your butt buddy went around and stole people’s pets and tortured them for fun.” Seth looked around. “Where’s your accomplice, Aaron? I hope he made the trip.”

  Kenneth pointed to a man. “That’s him.” He was in his early thirties and looked like the actor Macaulay Culkin.

  Seth smiled. “Oh good. I’m going to have fun with y’all.”

  Wayne’s hands were shaking. “Please call 999.”

  “999?”

  Kenneth laughed. “That’s the UK’s 911.”

  Seth squatted down. “What’s wrong, pal?”

  “I’m bleeding badly and need medical attention.”

  “I’ll help you out with that if you tell me why you tortured those animals.”

  Aaron became upset and shouted. “Leave him alone!”

  Seth pointed at him. “Shut the fuck up, you Macaulay Culkin lookin’ motherfucker!”

  “We served our time.”

  “You say another word and I’m going to poke out your fucking eyes!”

  Aaron was gritting his teeth as he glared at Seth.

  Seth was staring back. “Fuckin’ say it! I dare you!”

  He put his head down.

  “That’s what I thought.” Seth looked at Wayne. “I’m waiting.”

  “I... Uh… Not sure why. It just happened.”

  Seth jabbed a knife in his thigh. “Oh, I’m sorry. That just happened.”

  Wayne screamed out. “Okay! Okay! Please stop hurting me! I did it because I have psychological problems that led to sociopathic behavior. I’ve been this way since I was a kid. It causes me to have a lack of empathy towards animals, so I inflict pain and agony on them with no feelings of remorse.”

  “That sounds like you repeated what your therapist said about you. I would have simply settled for you saying that you were an evil piece of shit.” Seth motioned to Kenneth, “Stop his bleeding.”

  Wayne screamed as Kenneth burned his stub with a torch. His hands were also being burned as he desperately tried to stop the flame from burning his crotch. Everyone was staring in horror as Wayne jumped around in his seat screaming. He was grotesquely stretching his ball sack and his skin was starting to tear around the nail head.

  Kenneth shut off the torch, then looked at the others. “I’ve got plenty of propane if anyone else wants to have an outburst.”

  A few people were crying, some were staring in horror and the rest were freaking out.

  Slūshy

  Seth snapped his fingers. “Okay folks, show’s over. I need y’all’s attention.”

  They quieted down as they faced forward, except for the man whose penis had been cut off. He was crying uncontrollably. And the burly man was still moaning, but was on the verge of death.

  “Before we move on, I want everyone to introduce themselves and tell why you’re here.”

  No one spoke up as they covered their private parts.

  “Don’t everyone speak at once.”

  They stayed quiet.

  Seth held up a piece of paper. “I have a list of assfucks here that need to pay the piper, and I want to put a face with these names.”

  The man wearing the red flannel shirt and shaggy hair raised his hand.

  Seth smiled. “Finally, someone with a sack.”

  He looked scared. “Uh….”

  “Don’t just sit there. Speak up.”

  “Uh….”

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  “No.”

  “Then speak the fuck up.”

  “Are you really that Angel of Death dude?”

  “Do you want me to be?”

  “Uh….”

  “Are you fucking retarded?”

  “No.”

  “Then what’s the fuck’s wrong with you?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Then stop saying ‘uh’ and answer my question.”

  “What question?”

  Seth nodded at Kenneth. “Cut off his dick.”

  The man’s eyes got big. “Okay, okay! I don’t want you to be that person.”

  “So, you were listening, meaning you were just being a prick. I’ll remember that later.”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because you’re a cruel son-of-a-bitch.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Paul.”

  Seth looked at the piece of paper. “You’re from East Texas.”

  “That’s right.”

  “That wasn’t a question, dumbfuck.”

  He started getting upset. “I’m not a dumbfuck!”

  “Sure, you are. And you’re also a lowlife, piece of shit.”

  “Why are you treating me this way?”

  “Because you get off on torturing animals.”

  “Torture? You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

  “Really? So, you didn’t steal someone’s donkey and drag it behind your truck?”

  “Nope.”

  “So, you didn’t cut off his dick and balls after you dragged him?”

  “Wasn’t me.”

  “And it wasn’t you that spent a whopping six months in jail for it?”

  He smiled arrogantly. “Sure wasn’t.”

  “You’re a lying bastard.”

  His eyes got big. “Hold up! I told you I didn’t do that.”

  Seth held up a folder. “Bullshit! I have all the proof right here.”

  “Why are you playing games with us?”

  “Games? How do you figure that?”

  “You’re acting like you don’t know who we are, but you apparently do. So, that makes you the fucking liar.”

  “For your information, Kenneth is the one who put this together and sent out your letters, so I have no idea who is who, as far as what you look like. And by the way, you mouthy motherfucker, I can’t wait until you’re begging me for mercy.”

  He looked worried. “Begging? What are you talking about?”

  “You’ll find out later. All of you will.”

  “What are you going to do to us?”

  Seth held up a sheet of paper. “That’s on here, but it’s a secret.”

  Everyone was too scared to speak, but Gary was boiling with anger. He pointed at Seth. “You have no fucking right to do this! I’m going to kill your ass when I get loose!”

  Seth grabbed his own crotch as he looked at Kenneth.

  Gary shouted as Kenneth walk
ed up with his knife. “You stay away from me, you fucking black piece of shit!”

  He put his knife back in a side holster, then grabbed Gary’s penis. He pulled on it so hard that he lifted him and his chair off the floor. Gary was holding onto Kenneth’s hands with all he had as he screamed. Suddenly, he and his chair fell back to the floor. He pushed Kenneth away. “Get the fuck away from me, asshole!”

  Kenneth pulled out another strip of leather and started tying it around something. Gary looked confused for a moment, then looked down. “Oh my God! You ripped off my dick!” He covered his wound with his hands. “You’re going to pay for this, you sorry motherfucker!”

  Seth walked up. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll poke out your fucking eyes!”

  “You can go fuck….”

  Seth grabbed his face and shoved his thumb in his left eye, then started smashing it.

  “Please stop! You’re going to pop it! I’m sorry!”

  He shoved his head away. “Keep your mouth shut!”

  Gary didn’t say a word as he held one hand over his crotch and the other over his eye.

  Kenneth handed Seth the penis. He put it around his neck, then looked at his watch. “We need to get this shit wrapped up.” He walked to the front of the room. “Anyone else want to give me a souvenir?”

  Everyone sat quietly as they stared at Seth. The severed penises were dripping blood all over the front of his tan shirt as he stood in front of them. “Okeydokey.” He looked at his paper, then the group. “So, who’s going to go first?”

  Jim looked angry. “I will.”

  “I already know who you are, dipshit.”

  Someone in the back of the room shouted out, “Why are we here?”

  Seth looked around. “Who said that?”

  No one spoke up.

  “If the one who said that doesn’t speak up, I’m going to have so many dick necklaces around my neck that I’ll have to have a back brace to support them.”

  Kenneth stood next to Seth. “I got this.”

  “Fuck that! I want some more necklaces.”

  “Seriously. I got this.”

  “All right.” Seth sat on the edge of the desk.

  Kenneth looked at the group. “I’ll tell y’all why. Some piece of shit broke into my house and cut the head off my dog, Roxie. I asked Seth to help me….”