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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Douglas’ body tensed up. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I’m filling your intestines with white phosphorus.”

  He was worried as he looked over his shoulder. “What? What is that?”

  “It’s a chemical that gets a thousand degrees when ignited.” He looked Douglas in the eyes as he pumped the handle. “That sounds like you’re going to have a blast, pal.”

  Douglas was making a strange facial expression as if he had to take a really bad shit. “Oh my God! Please stop! It’s hurting!”

  “I’m sure.”

  “You’re going to rupture something!”

  Seth looked at a gauge that was mounted to the pump. “Almost. Just a few more pumps and you’ll be at the maximum pressure to prevent that, so be thankful I’m so generous.”

  He became angry. “You’re a fucking bastard!”

  Seth kept pumping. “Tell me when you feel a sharp pain.”

  “Please stop! It’s….” Something popped in his abdomen, causing him to scream.

  Seth looked at the pressure gauge and noticed the pressure had dropped. “Yep, that was part of your intestines ripping. Now the white phosphorus is filling up your stomach cavity.”

  Douglas was panicking. “Is that bad? Is it going to kill me?”

  Seth laughed. “I think you have more important shit to worry about.” He sewed a fuse inside his anus cavity, then sewed his asshole closed. He stitched the fuse down the back of his right leg all the way to his foot.

  Douglas was in agony. “Please stop hurting me! I beg you!”

  “Chill out. You’re done for now.” Seth rolled him off to the side, then went over to Brian. “You’re next. And if you run your mouth like Douglas, I will bust your intestines as well.”

  “Please don’t do this to me. I beg you.”

  Seth and Kenneth flipped him over and strapped him down, then Seth inserted the hose. As he pumped in the white phosphorus, Brian was crying. He hadn’t cursed or threatened Seth during the procedure, so when the gauge reached the correct pressure, he pulled out the hose. He sewed in a fuse, closed his asshole, sewed the fuse down the back of his leg, then pushed him off to the side next to Douglas.

  Casey also fought the urge to name call and make threats, so his procedure went without a ruptured intestine. After Seth pushed him to the side, he looked at Kenneth and grinned.

  Kenneth noticed Seth was smiling. “What’s so funny?”

  “I was just thinking about that dirty song you recorded back in 89. It was called Hole Threat or something.”

  Kenneth laughed. “Triple Hole Threat.”

  “Oh, yeah. You thought you were Eazy-E.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Do you remember the lyrics?”

  “Unfortunately, yeah.”

  “Good.” Seth injected Kenneth with a syringe filled with a special drug that renders its victims incapable from exercising free will while remaining coherent.

  “What the fuck did you just….” His eyes glazed over.

  Seth handed him a bag. “Change into that, then perform your song Triple Hole Threat for the group on the balcony.”

  “Okay.” Kenneth pulled off his clothes, then put on an adult diaper, a blue cap with a propeller on top and bright red clown shoes. He walked to the center of the room with a kid’s pink microphone that had a built-in speaker. Seth pulled out his cell phone and started recording him.

  Kenneth pointed to the group above, then started rapping and dancing. “Hey, baby, big daddy gonna put it in ya. Wanna do ya right, wanna do ya all night. Gonna bust you out, gonna make you scream, gonna do you right, gonna make you cream. Everything goes, cause I’m a triple hole threat, pounding all your holes, showing no regret. Stick it between your lips, stretch that mouth, now that it’s wet, gonna take it down south. Spread them thighs, baby oh baby, here’s your big surprise. Two holes down, one to go, let’s get to it, time to stick it in the butthole. I’m a booty hole reaper, driving it deeper, spanking that ass with balls of brass. I’m a booty hole reaper, your butthole keeper, turn on the lights, I’m no shadow peeper. Wanna boom boom in the bedroom, stick ya, lick ya, bend you over, break your ass in half. Gonna make you cuuuuum. Gonna make you cuuuuum. I’m a bitch taker, a punk maker, gonna bust that ass like a stone breaker. I’m a booty hole reaper, driving it deeper. I’m a booty hole reaper, your butthole keeper. I’m a triple hole threat, showing no regret.” He took a bow, then walked back over to Seth. “Hows you like dat shit?”

  Seth injected him with a chemical to reverse the effects of the drug. Within seconds Kenneth was standing in front of Seth with a confused expression. He noticed he was wearing the diaper and large red shoes. “What the hell?”

  Seth was shaking his head. “Dude! You went crazy. You ripped off your clothes, then started doing that nasty song in front of all of us.”

  He threw the cap onto the floor, then put on his clothes. “Bullshit!”

  Seth pulled out his phone and started the video. “Check this shit out. I recorded it.”

  Kenneth couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched himself breakdancing while singing the song. He became worried. “Oh fuck! What’s wrong with me?”

  Seth laughed. “Remember that kick me sign that you stuck on my back?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, this was payback.”

  Kenneth’s eyes got big. “What the…? How did…? I don’t understand.”

  “I injected you with scopolamine. It makes people do shit that they’re told.”

  “That’s fucked up! All I did was stick a damn sign on your back.”

  “I know. Isn’t playing pranks fun?”

  Wrecking Ball

  Kenneth was upset. “That wasn’t right.”

  “I’m sorry. Sometimes I get carried away.”

  “Is that shit that you gave me safe?”

  “Sure.”

  “That didn’t sound too reassuring.”

  “Yes, it’s fine.”

  “How do you know for sure?”

  “Because your dick hasn’t fallen off. That’s the first side effect if you’re going to have a reaction.”

  Kenneth immediately checked his penis, then shook his head. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

  Seth laughed.

  “Truce. No more jokes.”

  Seth took a deep breath. “All right.”

  He looked at Douglas and his friends. They had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. “What are you going to do with them?”

  “Let ‘em chill for a while so they’ll be extra sore for the next part.”

  “That’s nice of you. But what are we going to do in the mean time?”

  “Play wrecking ball.”

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “You’ll see.” Seth pointed at Aaron as he was looking over the handrail. “Red rover, red rover, Aaron come on over.”

  Aaron stepped back so Seth couldn’t see him. Everyone on the balcony was exhausted. They hadn’t eaten or drunk anything all day and the stress of their situation had taken a toll on them. Jim was still suffering from the Gympie Gympie plant and Kerri’s wounds had become so inflamed and painful that she was lying on the floor motionless. Brad’s body was sore from being tattooed and his skin had scabbed over. If he moved too much his skin would crack and bleed. It was too painful for him to sit or lie down, so he was standing. Paul’s punctures from the flechettes were very inflamed and becoming infected. His eye was so swollen it looked as if he had been sucker punched by MMA fighter Rampage Jackson. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. Arul, Rajat and Michael could barely move their legs now that inflammation had set into their empty ball sacks. Wayne’s penis stub was extremely red and oozing blood, and the extra testicles in his ball sack were causing a lot of swelling. Standing was painful since his sack was so swollen, so he was lying on his back with his legs spread apart. In fact, everyone’s injuries had become more sore and painful since they hadn’t moved in a while.<
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  Seth shouted again, “Red rover, red rover, Aaron come on over.”

  Aaron whispered to Jim as he crouched down. “Shit! What’s he doing?”

  Jim was lying on the floor looking down. “Standing there staring up at us.”

  He was scared. “This is fucked up. What should we do?”

  Michael was sitting with his back against the rails. “We ain’t doin’ shit. He’s calling your fucking name.”

  “What the fuck does that mean? I thought we were going to help each other?”

  Seth pushed a bed under the balcony, then looked up. “I want that bloody wanker to jump his arse down here now!”

  No one said or did anything.

  “If that Macaulay Culkin lookin’ motherfucker isn’t down here in two minutes, I’m coming up there with a mace and beat y’all’s ass.”

  Michael looked at Aaron. “Dude, you’re going to have to go down there.”

  “There’s no fucking way I’m doing that.”

  Seth picked up a wooden club with spikes on the end and headed for the door.

  Jim looked at Michael. “Throw his ass off the balcony.”

  Wayne tried to intervene as Michael and Paul fought with Aaron, but Jasper and Marcus held him back. Aaron screamed as they threw him from the balcony. As soon as he landed on the bed, Seth and Kenneth made him lie on the floor in the center of the room. Seth chained him down to some anchors in the floor, securing his body, arms and legs. When he was done, he looked up at the group. “Red rover, red rover, Wayne come on over.”

  Wayne fought with everything he had as the others threw him from the balcony. He hit the side of the bed, then went flopping across the floor like a rag doll, breaking an arm in the process. Seth and Kenneth tied his hands behind his back, then nailed his feet to the floor where he was standing above Aaron’s face, looking towards his feet. The two men both look scared, not knowing what kind of sick game Seth had in store for them.

  Seth lit a cigarette, then took a long drag. “Y’all ready to get started?”

  Aaron was scared. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Something special. It was bad enough that you Jerkoffs tortured animals, but what really pisses me off is that y’all stole them. They were people’s pets, which in my book is the same as family.”

  He started crying. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry for what I did! Please have mercy!”

  “Did you show those animals you tortured mercy?”

  “I… I wasn’t thinking. They were just animals.”

  Seth blew smoke at Wayne. “What about you?”

  Sweat was dripping from his face. His feet were throbbing and he was having a hard time standing. “What about what?”

  “Were they just animals?”

  “I didn’t do anything to any animals.”

  Seth laughed. “Back in the conference room you said you did it because you have psychological problems. Do you also have a memory disorder, or are you just a liar?”

  He started staring into space.

  Seth waved his hand in front of his face. “What’s wrong, pal?”

  He looked at Gary’s penis that was hanging around Seth’s neck. He snapped, going from being docile to chaotic. He tried to head-butt Seth as he shouted, “You cut off my fucking dick! Then sewed it on that fucking asshole! I’m going to kill your ass!”

  Seth was standing back far enough where Wayne couldn’t reach him. “Wow! It sure took you a while to get upset about that. You shouldn’t hold in your anger. Bottling up stuff can be bad for your health.”

  Wayne went absolutely nuts. He tried to tear his feet loose, but they wouldn’t budge. He finally became so angry that he was blowing spit out of his mouth as he yelled, “You’re so fucking dead! When I get loose I’m going to rip out your fucking heart! You motherfucker! I hate you so bad! You’re going to wish you never met me!”

  Seth backhanded him so hard that he fell to his back, causing him to scream as he landed on his broken arm. He couldn’t move much as he laid on the concrete. His knees were bent since his feet were nailed to the floor. Seth knelt beside him and took off his necklace. “You can have Gary’s dick since you’re making such a fuss. I’ll glue it on you if you like.” He held it up. “And the best part is it’s bigger than what you had been packing. I think Gary got the short end of the stick. No pun intended.”

  Wayne had spit running down his chin as he held his head up. “Get the fuck away from me, you fucking piece of shit!”

  “I’m just trying to help.”

  “Fuck you!”

  “I thought you wanted it put back on.”

  “By a fucking doctor, asshole! And I want mine! Not that fucking thing!”

  “I’m as close to a doctor as you’re going to get, pal.”

  Wayne looked at Seth’s head mirror and coat. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

  Seth took a six-inch dowel rod with pointed ends and squirted superglue on half of it, then shoved it into the bottom of the severed penis. He covered the bottom of the penis and the other end of the rod with glue, then shoved it into Wayne’s charred wound. Wayne screamed at the top of his lungs as the glue burned his inflamed flesh. Between his feet being nailed to the floor and his hands tied behind his back, all he could do was lie there and take the pain.

  After Seth and Kenneth lifted him to his feet, he became angry as he looked at the penis. Seth had put it on where the urethra was facing up and the dowel rod was causing it to stick straight out. “Get that thing off me, you fucking bastard!”

  “Don’t be so negative. You’ll be able to pound your butt-buddy Aaron’s ass all night without the need for Viagra.”

  “You’re a sadistic piece of shit!”

  “Don’t be like that, you ungrateful prick.”

  Wayne knew Seth was just fucking with him. “I know all about you. You can take your games and shove them up your ass.”

  Kenneth hadn’t said much. He looked at Wayne. “Listen, dude, just do whatever he asks. It will save you a lot of agony.”

  Wayne spit at him. “Screw you, too!”

  Seth threw him back onto the floor, then shoved his knife under his mouth. He cut out a large hole, then pulled his tongue through it. He stretched it downwards and sewed it to his Adam’s apple. Wayne’s eyes were opened wide as he tried to figure out what had happened. Every time he tried to speak, the movement of his tongue would pull on his throat, causing him to gag.

  Seth stood him up. “Now that should keep you quiet for a while.”

  Wayne was moaning as blood ran down his neck. All he could do was stand in place as he stared at the monstrosity sticking out from his crotch. Aaron hadn’t said a word, hoping if he cooperated he wouldn’t be harmed.

  Kenneth looked at Seth. “Now what?”

  “It’s time for them to play wrecking ball.”

  “What is that?”

  Seth looked at Wayne. “I want you to slam that fuckin’ bag down on your buddy’s face.”

  He looked confused.

  “Your fuckin’ balls. I want you to slam them motherfuckers into his face until he’s out cold.” Seth knelt and looked at Aaron. “And you get to bite.”

  Aaron looked as if he was going to cry. “Please don’t….”

  “Hush! I’m tired of hearing it.”

  “But I haven’t said anything.”

  Seth walked off, then came back with a fire poker that had been laying in the kiln. “You two are going to go at it until someone passes out. And if you don’t participate, I’m going to burn out your fucking eyes.”

  Aaron was horrified. “This is unfair. He’s on top.”

  Wayne tried to speak, then started gagging.

  Seth smiled. “Good idea, Wayne.” He looked at Aaron. “Your buddy said he wants to fight to the death.”

  Wayne started shaking his head while mumbling.

  “Don’t say there’s no way you can win. All you have to do is press your sack against his face and suffocate him, or slam down o
n top of him until you break his fucking neck.”

  Wayne was desperately trying to tell Seth that he didn’t say that.

  Aaron became emotional. “I don’t want to die! Please don’t do this!”

  Seth thought for a moment. He knew he needed to give them motivation. “I tell you what. The winner gets to leave this room alive.”

  Both of their eyes got big.

  “That’s right. I’m giving one of you a chance.”

  They looked relieved.

  “Well, get to it.”

  Wayne started to squat down.

  “Hold up! I forgot something.” Seth pulled out his phone and started the song Wrecking Ball by Eric Church. “I really like this song. It’s what gave me the idea to do this.” He motioned to them. “Now y’all can go at it.”

  Wayne dropped down and slammed his rear into Aaron’s face. The impact on his swollen balls and the penis flopping around was excruciating. He knew he had to endure the pain if he wanted to win, so he stood up and slammed down on Aaron again. This time Aaron sank his teeth into his ball sack. Wayne moaned as he tried to stand up, stretching his sack as Aaron held onto it like a dog. Finally, it popped loose. Wayne stood up, but waited to drop back down to give his balls time to stop hurting, but Aaron started biting his left leg. Wayne was shocked. He didn’t expect that. He dropped down hard, slamming Aaron’s head against the floor. He quickly stood up before Aaron could bite his sack, then rammed him again. Each time he dropped down, Aaron was holding his head off the floor trying to bite him. The impact would cause Aaron’s head to hit the concrete floor. The violent up and down motion caused the glue on his penis to come loose. His penis flopped around the end of the dowel rod for a bit, then fell off. Wayne wasn’t fazed as he continued to slam into Aaron as the rod stuck out of him.

  Seth walked over to a table and sat on top of it. Kenneth sat next to him. “Really? Wrecking Ball makes you think of this kind of shit? I thought it was about a man giving it to his woman really good.”

  “Hey, I can’t help it if my mind works differently.” Seth laughed. “You got to admit this is some funny shit though.”

  Kenneth shook his head as he watched Wayne pound Aaron’s head as Seth tapped his foot to the rhythm of the song. “You’re freakin’ nuts.”