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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Kenneth revved the motor to antagonize Brad. “I hope you don’t, because I’ve never gotten to cut someone’s ass up.”

  Seth laughed. “Do it anyway.”

  Brad was panicking as he tugged at his penis. “I’m trying! Please don’t cut me!”

  Seth yelled at him. “If you twist it, it will tear off at the base!”

  Brad was dry heaving as he twisted his penis. It didn’t take too many turns before the skin started tearing. He screamed out as he ripped it from his body. “Look what you made me do!” He threw the severed organ at Seth. “You can suck on that, you piece of shit!”

  Seth picked it up off the floor, then shoved it into Brad’s mouth. “No, you can suck on it.” Brad tried to spit it out, but Seth kicked him under the chin. His teeth bit down on it, causing the built-up fluids in the penis to gush out. “How’s that taste, you little prick?”

  The mixture of blood, the inflammatory body fluids, lye and the other unknown chemicals, created a very foul odor and taste. The fluid was running out of his mouth and nose, causing him to gag. Seth stepped away right before Brad vomited.

  Kenneth started getting sick too.

  Seth shook his head as he looked at him. “What’s the deal with the weak stomach?”

  “I can handle the visuals, but foul odors make me nauseous.”

  Brad was staring at his penis as it laid in a pile of puke. “Please put my dick on ice.”

  “For what?”

  “So it can be sewn back on.”

  “We don’t have any ice, but I can put it in some formaldehyde.”

  “Is that safe?”

  “It’ll preserve it.”

  “Okay, okay! Do it!”

  Seth found a jar on a shelf. It was filled with formaldehyde and contained a heart. He removed the organ, then tossed Brad’s penis in the jar and screwed on the lid. He held it out towards Kenneth. “You want it for your collection.”

  “I don’t have a collection.”

  “Yeah you do. You’re going to get his eye, and you already have Amanda’s snatch. And this will go great sitting next to them on a shelf.”

  “I told you I didn’t get the vagina.”

  “Do you want it or not?”

  “You can have it.”

  “Cool.” Seth put it in his bag.

  Brad was pissed. “That’s mine!”

  “Speaking of what belongs to who, we need your green eye, so go ahead and pop it out.”

  “Fuck you!”

  Seth tossed him a plastic spork. “Use that. And make sure you don’t fuck it up. I want to display it next to your dick.”

  “I’m not doing it.”

  “The fuck if you’re not.” He looked at Kenneth. “Cut his leg into pieces.”

  Seth held Brad’s arm down as Kenneth cut his lower leg with the chainsaw. When he had it severed, he moved up a few inches and started cutting again. He continued doing this as he worked his way up his leg. When he got to his thigh, Brad was screaming so loudly that he busted the electro-larynx.

  Seth motioned to Kenneth. “Hold up. Let’s see if he’ll do it.” He let go of his arm. “I want that eye, or Kenneth is going to start cutting your torso into pieces.”

  As soon as Brad got the spork, he shoved it under his eye. He was screaming muffled sounds as he severed the optic nerve. When it fell out, Seth put it in a baggy, then stuck it in his bag.

  Kenneth was standing off to the side looking at Brad, thinking how there wasn’t much left of his body that hadn’t been mutilated. He was lying on the floor in a pile of his own shit, piss, puke and other body fluids. Both his legs were missing, he had no dick, his testicles were hanging out of him, his arm was stuck through his ass and his body was covered in needles. His heart was still moving the plunger in the syringe, and his eye socket and severed tongue were oozing blood. Kenneth looked at Seth. “How much longer do you think he’ll last?”

  “Not sure, but he’s one hardheaded bastard. I like dealing with his kind though. It makes it much more exciting when they’re difficult to deal with because I get to try out new shit on them.”

  “He looks like he’s done.”

  “Maybe, but there’s one way to find out.” He knelt next to Brad’s head with an empty syringe and one filled with the green paint. “Let me drain your eye, then inject this into it.”

  He tried to speak, but the electro-larynx was broke.

  “Is that a yes or no?”

  He tried to spit at Seth, but since his tongue was severed, the spit ran down his chin.

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “Nope, he’s not done. Come hold his arm.”

  “Let me kill his ass and be done with it.”

  “I thought you wanted a glow in the dark eye?”

  “I do, but I don’t feel like hearing him whine and cry anymore.”

  “You won’t. He fucked up my gadget.”

  “Yeah, but he’s still making that whimpering sound.”

  “I’ll do it quickly then.” Seth straddled Brad’s arm so he couldn’t move it, then stuck the needle in his eye. After he drained the fluid, he stuck the other needle in and filled it up, then popped it out with the spork. He tossed it to Kenneth. “There you go. An eye for an eye.”

  He stuck it in his pocket. “Now what?”

  Seth picked up the axe and chopped off Brad’s arm, then cauterized the stub. He handed the severed limb to Kenneth. “Now you can kill his ass.”

  “I would rather use the axe.”

  “Yeah, but I told this piece of shit that he was going to be beat with his arm if he didn’t cooperate, and I always follow through with my threats.”

  Seth lay back on a table while smoking a cigarette as Kenneth beat him with his arm. Brad was frantically trying to pull his arm out of his ass as he screamed muffled sounds. Both of his empty eye sockets were bleeding, and every time he raised his head off the floor, Kenneth would hit him in the face. Brad was rolling around on the floor, causing the needles from the syringes to break off inside him. Blood was squirting out of most of them. Even the one in his heart had broken off and blood was squirting out of his chest like a water gun. The pump was making a humming sound as it tried to keep up with his blood loss.

  Seth laughed. “He looks like a fucking lawn sprinkler.”

  After about ten minutes, Kenneth was exhausted. “I’m worn out.”

  Brad was moaning as he lay motionless on the floor.

  Seth sat up. “Damn! That fucker keeps ticking like a Timex.”

  Kenneth tossed the arm onto the floor. “You can finish him off.”

  “I have a better idea.” Seth rounded up a bunch of lye, then dumped it all over Brad’s body. He also filled his eye sockets, mouth and dumped a bunch into his open cavity. Brad started flopping around on the floor as he screamed muffled sounds. He was in absolute misery as the lye burned his flesh and innards.

  A few minutes later he arched his back as he screamed at the top of his lungs, then his body went limp. Seth checked his pulse. “Fuckin’ pussy died.”

  Kenneth sat on the table.

  Seth looked at him as he disconnected the pump. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Just thinking about Roxie.”

  Seth packed up the pump and tank, then picked up his bag. “I’m going to take this stuff out to my van. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  “All right.” Kenneth seemed sad.

  A few minutes later, Seth came back carrying a box. “I have something for you.” He opened it and pulled out a black haired, schnauzer puppy, then handed her to Kenneth.

  His eyes got huge. “Oh my God! She looks just like Roxie did when she was a puppy.”

  “I knew fucking up Brad wouldn’t make the sadness go away, but maybe this little girl will help.”

  Kenneth turned his head to hide his tears. “For such a sadistic bastard, you sure do have a heart.”

  “Before it gets too gay in here, let’s go upstairs and get Jim.”

  He looked at the puppy, and in bab
y talk said, “Did you hear that, Mitzi? There’s the smartass Seth I know.”

  Seth smiled. “Mitzi? I like that. Good name.”

  When they got back to room 227, Jim was asleep. Seth yelled at him. “Hey! Wake up!”

  Jim was startled. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still covered with tape.

  Seth injected him with a sedative, then cut the stitches, freeing him from the baby walker. He put him inside a large duffle bag, then threw the carry strap over his shoulder. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  Kenneth looked confused. “What are you doing with him?”

  “Taking him home.”

  “Why?”

  “He has his trophies, I have mine.”

  On the way out, they found Michael in a hallway. He was scooting along on the floor like an inch worm while leaving a trail of blood and feces behind him. Seth laughed. “What do we have here?”

  He started yelling. “Leave me the fuck alone!”

  “Fuck it.” Seth grabbed him by the hair of his head and started dragging him down the hallway as he carried Jim in the bag.

  Kenneth looked confused. “What are you going to do with him?”

  “Taking him home too.”

  “Are you leaving Kim and Aaron here?”

  “Nope. There’re in my van.”

  “What are you going to do with them?”

  “Something appropriate.”

  Kenneth was too preoccupied with Mitzi to care what it was. When they got to the parking garage, Seth loaded Michael and Jim in the back of the van next to Aaron, Kim, and Joe’s corpse. Seth whistled. A few seconds later, Lola, Scar Face and Kobie came running up. Seth patted the rear floor of the van. “Let’s go.”

  They jumped in and sat down next to Michael. Seth laughed as he looked at the dogs. “If he moves, y’all have my permission to eat his ass.” He shut the rear doors, then handed Kenneth a business card. “If you ever need me again, there are some phone numbers and emails on there that are untraceable. And if the police question you about any of this, which they probably will, just say I forced you to do this. Also, before they ask, tell them I had hacked into your computer and made those comments about Brad and how you wanted the Angel of Death to help you. Tell them I did that so I could set you up if needed.” Seth handed him another card. “They can call me on that number and I will tell them myself. And I will let them know you fought me tooth and nail at first, but I made you participate, and even made you act like you were a willing participant.”

  He looked worried. “They’re not going to believe that.”

  “Sure, they will. They know how I operate. And you’re not the first person that’s worked with me that I’ve gotten off the hook, so don’t worry about it.”

  He was relieved. “Okay.”

  “I’m outta here.”

  They gave each other a half-hug, then Seth got in the van as Kenneth got in his car.

  As Seth was pulling out of the garage, he stopped next to Kenneth and rolled down the window. “Don’t let that nasty bitch rot your dick.”

  “What bitch?”

  “Amanda. Her snatch probably has some funk in it.”

  Kenneth laughed. “I’m sure the bottle rocket decontaminated it, so I’m not worried about it.”

  Seth smiled. “I knew you got her vagina.”

  Kenneth waved. “I owe you, brother.”

  “Just take care of Mitzi.”

  When they pulled out of the parking garage, Seth went one way and Kenneth the other.

  A few miles down the road, Seth reached into a cooler to get a bottled water. He felt something slimy, then pulled out Amanda’s vagina. He laughed as he said to himself, “Nice move, Kenneth.”

  Trophy

  Seth took Arul and Rajat to a drive-through zoo and left them on the side of the road next to a herd of ostriches, then took off. He knew they would be quickly found and taken to a hospital, but it would be funny when it made the news. He dropped Aaron and Kim off on the doorsteps of a pornography company. They were unconscious and had a sign on them that read We are experienced porn actors looking for work. Please treat us like slaves. And do not call the cops.

  When he got home, he stuck Michael in a cage in his basement, then took Jim into a narrow hallway. It was dimly-lit, dusty and the walls were covered with old boards. Jim had been bitching and making threats until he looked around, then he got quiet. There were numerous bodies suspended from the ceiling by wires. The wires were connected to leather straps that wrapped around their bodies, and they were hanging between six and eight feet from the floor. Half of them were men, the other half women. Their arms and legs had been amputated and their heads were inside holes along one wall. Each person had an IV bag that was hanging on the wall next to them. The bags were connected to butterfly needles in their armpits. They were all catheterized, and the tubes ran to a floor drain. Wiring ran from a control panel to each person. They all seemed to be dead, but their chests were moving, indicating they were breathing.

  Seth wrapped a leather harness around Jim’s body, then hoisted him up using a sheetrock lift. He secured some cables to the harness, then shoved his head in a hole that was in the wall. Seth lowered the lift, then clipped some sensors and electrodes to his body. Every time Jim moved or spoke, the electrodes would shock him. It didn’t take him long to figure out he had to be still and quiet if he didn’t want to be shocked. Seth hooked him to an IV bag and catheterized him, then left the hallway.

  Later that evening as Seth sat in his recliner in his living room, he admired all the mounted heads on his wall. He laughed as he thought about what he told Jim, that his animals were deserving. His walls were covered with human heads mounted on wooden plaques. Jim’s head was also hanging on the wall. It was surrounded by a stained plaque with routed edges. It had a bronze plate below it that read Big Game Hunter.

  Suddenly, Jim sneezed, causing him to get shocked. Seth laughed. “Don’t worry, pal. It’ll take a while before you get the hang of it.”

  Jim cut his eyes towards the others’ heads, noticing some of them were looking back at him.

  Seth yelled out. “Hey! Ya’ll stop moving your eyes! Save that shit for when I’m not in here.” He stood up and stretched. “I’m going to bed, so keep the conspiring to a low roar.” He left the room.

  A man with a long, grey beard looked at Jim. He spoke very softly. “If you don’t move much and speak softly…” Zap! He got shocked. “…we can talk.”

  An old black woman rolled her eyes. “You just ain’t…” Zap! “…gonna learn, Craig.”

  He snapped back. “Mind your own…” zap! “…business, Laquita.” He cut his eyes towards Jim. “What the hell did you do to get put in here?”

  A few others were staring at Jim, but the rest were looking straight ahead as if they were in a daze.

  He was hesitant to speak. “Uh.”

  “You’ll get used to the shocks.”

  “I… Uh.”

  “It gets boring in here, and talking is all…” Zap! “…we have.”

  Laquita shook her head. “Maybe he doesn’t want to get shocked. Your problem is…” Zap! “…you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

  “Be quiet, Laquita.” Craig looked at Jim. “Ignore her. She’s just a…” Zap! “…grouch.”

  A man with red hair and a goatee spoke up. “I can handle the shocks, but the fucking itching…” Zap! “…drives me crazy.”

  Laquita laughed. “Oh Lord. You’re not lying ‘bout that.”

  Jim was confused. “Why are…” Zap! “Dammit!” Zap! “Fuck that hurts!” Zap!

  Craig got his attention. “Easy, buddy. It gets worse the louder you speak. Take your time. And try not to move your head.”

  Jim took a deep breath, then softly spoke. “Okay. I was trying to ask why y’all are so calm?”

  “We have no choice. It might take a while, but you’ll finally…” Zap! “…adjust to it.”

  “Take a while? How long have you…” Zap! �
��…been in here?”

  “Around five or six years, I think. But some of the others have been in here…” Zap! “…longer.”

  Jim’s eyes opened big. “What?” Zap!

  “I know. But it could be worse.”

  “You’ve got to be fucking…” Zap! “…kidding me! …” Zap! “…That sick…” Zap! “…son of a…” Zap! “…bitch!” Zap!

  “Calm down.”

  Jim shouted out, “Seth! …” Zap! “…You mother…” Zap! “…fucker! Zap! “…You’re not going…” Zap! “…to get away…” Zap! “…with this…” Zap!

  Laquita felt bad for Jim. “Listen, son, we can’t change…” Zap! “…the cards we were dealt. This is your new life now. You’ll have to make the best of…” Zap! “…it.”

  Jim started crying as he looked at some of the others, wondering how he could live like this. Most of them lacked facial expressions. Their bodies were alive, but their minds were in a vegetative state, possibly from having to endure years of confinement. Before this, he had a life of riches and had traveled the world. He would rather die than be humiliated like this. Suicide crossed his mind, but he had no way to kill himself. He remembered the comment Seth made about how he had his trophies too. Oh my God, he thought, I’m just a fucking trophy to that bastard. Horror overcame him when he realized he was going to live the rest of his life as a display for some psycho’s amusement.

  The next morning as Seth sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, he smiled as he read the headline on the front-page Man Brutally Murdered in the Most Gruesome Way. The article stated a man named Joe Sanchez had been mutilated. He was found hanging from a streetlight in downtown Dallas with a sign hanging around his neck that simply read I won the dog fight. The article went into detail about how someone had gruesomely altered his body to resemble a dog. He was covered in bite marks, indicating he had been in some type of fight with an animal or animals. The police had no leads at this time, but they were working around the clock to bring Mr. Sanchez’s murderer to justice.

  There was a stack of newspapers from around the country. The story of Joe was on the front page of all of them. Seth had kept his promise; the winner of the fight would make the headlines in every newspaper across the country.