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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Seth laughed. “What’s wrong, pal?”

  “Dude! This is fucked up! If I’d known there was going to be all this gay shit going on, I wouldn’t have come on this trip.”

  “What gay shit?” Seth was just messing with him.

  “For starters, you got two motherfuckers over there doin’ it doggy style. And then you had that dude back in the RV sucking on someone’s ass through a straw.”

  “Hey, it’s not gay unless you get a hard-on. Just ask Barry. He knows what I’m talking about.”

  “That psychological bullshit ain’t going to work on me.”

  Barry glared at Seth. “Me either.”

  About that time, Brandon yelled out, “Oh fuck! Look what you did to my dick! Oh my god! I can’t believe this is happening!”

  Kenneth noticed Brandon’s penis was missing. “What the hell happened to his dick?”

  Seth laughed. “It broke off inside Brian’s ass.”

  “See. That’s the shit I’m talking about.”

  Missy came walking up. “I guess we’re done now that no one has a dick left.”

  Seth looked confused. “What happened to Brian’s?”

  “The damn thing just fell off when Brandon was fucking him.”

  He looked at Brian, who sat on the ground crying. “Well, didn’t he get lucky.” He nodded towards Robert, who was rolled up in the fetal position being quiet as a mouse. “What about him?”

  “Candy Man? We’re taking him back to the RV so I can do something really fucked up to him.”

  Robert hadn’t said a word during the whole ordeal, hoping he would somehow be saved from this hellish nightmare. He had been extremely distressed about having his balls cut off and his penis filled with the resin, but after witnessing what happened to the others, he was actually thankful to have played such a small role in the nightmare. Up to this point, he had fantasized about how he was going to get even with Seth and his friends, but after hearing Missy’s announcement about doing something really fucked up to him, he started crying. “Please don’t hurt me anymore! You’ve already gotten me back! I’ll do whatever you want if you don’t take me to the RV!”

  Missy pointed towards the three men. “You can join them if you like.”

  “What would happen if I do?”

  “I’ll show you.” She reached out towards Seth. “I need your .45.”

  He handed her a custom Kimber 1911. “Mercy killin’?”

  “Sort of.” She walked up to Brian and Brandon as they lay on the ground crying. “Whoever wants to live, rip off your balls.”

  Brandon glared at her. “Haven’t you done a….”

  She shot him in the head, blowing brain matter all over the sand. Brian was horrified as she pointed the gun at him. He looked at Jerry’s burned corpse and the hole in Brandon’s head. “I guess you’re going to kill me next.”

  “Not if you do what I asked.”

  He got on his knees and started pleading with her. “Please don’t do this. I beg you to have mercy.”

  She fired a round at him, grazing his face.

  “Oh my God!” He screamed as he dug his fingers into his ball sack. The tender skin was easy to tear, but it stretched quite a bit, making it a grotesque sight. When he got his sack ripped apart, he tried to pull his testicles off, but his spermatic cords were too tough to tear. The cords were also tugging on his prostate as he pulled on them, causing a very sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He finally gave up. “I can’t do it!”

  “Bullshit!” She fired another round, blowing off his testicles.

  He screamed as he covered his crotch. “Oh my God! What’s wrong with you?”

  “See, it wasn’t that hard.”

  He wore a grimace of terror as blood ran between his fingers. “I can’t believe you’ve done this! You’ve taken everything from me! How am I supposed to function as a man now?”

  “You should have thought about that before raping that girl.” She shot him between the eyes.

  Kenneth shook his head. “Damn, woman! I hope I never get on your bad side.”

  Candy Man

  Missy walked up to Robert while holding the gun. “Do you still wanna join them?”

  His body was trembling with fear. “Please don’t kill me!”

  “That’s not what I asked you.”

  “I don’t want to die like them.”

  “Good.” She looked at Wyatt and Kenneth. “Please load Candy Man in the truck.”

  He screamed and begged as they dragged him away.

  Seth handed Barry some body bags. “Let’s bag up the other assholes.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m going to dispose of them so there will be no evidence this happened.”

  “Can’t we just bury them in the sand?”

  “Stop being lazy.”

  After they loaded them up, they picked up the severed body parts, then poured gas on the blood and burned it. Once the sand was raked, there was no visual evidence they had been there except for their tire tracks.

  When they got back to the RV, they loaded the Toyota in the cargo area, put the bodies in the freezer and strapped Robert to a table.

  Seth got everyone together. “From here we’re heading south.” He handed Kenneth a folder. “Here’s the info on Alayna. She’s living in a trailer park in a small town called Terlingua.”

  He looked at her picture. “Is this the bitch that threw her baby in the dumpster?”

  “Yep. And be careful. She’ll cut your ass if she gets a chance.”

  “I ain’t fuckin’ scared.”

  Seth looked at his watch. “It’s almost 9 PM. It’s a five-hour drive, so you’ll have the cover of dark when you get there. We’ll meet up with you in the Big Bend National Park around 3 AM. The GPS coordinates are in the folder.”

  Seth tossed Barry some keys. “You’re going to take Missy’s truck.”

  “Where is she goin’?”

  “She’s riding with me in the back of the RV.”

  “Can I stay with y’all?”

  “No. Someone has to drive her truck.”

  “What about Kenneth?”

  “Were you not listening? He’s picking up Alayna.”

  “Oh yeah. What about Wyatt?”

  “He’s driving the RV.”

  “Of course, he is. So why can’t he drive her truck?”

  Wyatt was standing off to the side. “Because we can’t risk you wrecking the RV.”

  “Look who’s talking. You’ve already wrecked it, asshole.”

  “Why do you always have to act like a dick?”

  He grabbed his crotch. “I got your dick hanging right here, motherfucker.”

  “What is your problem? All you want to do is start shit.”

  “When I start it, you’ll know. And you’re the one with the fucking problem.”

  Missy glared at Barry. “Your ice is starting to crack.”

  “I’m sorry! I’ll drive your truck.” He quickly walked out of the RV.

  Seth looked confused. “What the hell was that about? Did I miss something?”

  Kenneth laughed. “Yeah. He’s more scared of Missy than you.”

  “I’m glad someone can make him mind. The fucker doesn’t listen to me.”

  She grinned. “He knows I’ll fuck his ass up.”

  “Like I won’t?”

  Wyatt added, “Damn! Seth has already cut off his fucking dick. I’d sure like to know what you threatened him with.”

  “Let’s just say we have an understanding.”

  Kenneth walked to the door. “Whatever it is, hopefully it will keep Spanky in line.” He tapped his watch. “Gotta go if we’re going to stay on schedule.”

  Seth nodded at him. “Alright. See you in about six hours.”

  Wyatt was looking at Robert, who was bound and gagged on a table. “This fucker looks familiar.”

  Seth laughed. “Yeah. He looks like Kyle Gass.”

  “Who?”

  Seth showed him a Wikipedia page
. “Kyle Gass the actor.”

  “That’s who I was thinking of. How funny. So, what are y’all going to do to him?”

  Missy smiled. “Since Candy Man likes to lure kids with sweets, I thought we’d bake some goodies.”

  “Baking? Uh, okay.”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “I seriously doubt it’s what you’re thinking.”

  Wyatt noticed the resin had caused Robert’s penis to swell enormously. It was about eleven-inches in length with a diameter of around four-inches. The outer skin was so tight that it torn in numerous places. “She’s already turned him into a three-legged freak.”

  Seth laughed. “Shit is a lot better than Viagra. Not only does it keep you hard, but turns you into an instant porn star.”

  “Maybe for a torture porn.” He glanced at his watch. “I guess I need to get this rig rollin’. Y’all have fun fuckin’ him up.” He walked to the front of the RV.

  Missy looked down at Robert. “Hey, Candy Man? Or should I say, baker's man. You ready to play pat-a-cake?”

  His eyes were filled with anger as he glared back. Now that he had time to think about what Missy had done to his dick and balls, he was furious. Tape was covering his mouth, causing his words to be muffled as he yelled at her.

  She looked at Seth. “I need him restrained only by his legs so he can help with the baking.”

  Seth ran some ratchet straps from his thighs down to his ankles, making sure the latches were under the table so he couldn’t reach them. When he released his arms and torso, Robert sat up and ripped the tape from his mouth. “You motherfuckers! You’re going to pay for what y’all have done to me!” He started jerking at the straps. “When I get loose, I’m going to fucking kill y’all!”

  Missy struck him in the face with a baseball bat. He screamed as he held his bloody nose. “You broke my nose, you fucking bitch!”

  She started slamming the bat across his legs, and as he tried to block it, his arms were being severely beaten. “Oh my God! Please stop! You’re fucking killing me!”

  She pointed the bat at him. “I will beat your ass into a pile of tenderized meat if you don’t cooperate.”

  “Okay, okay! I’ll do whatever you want!”

  She handed him a chef hat. “Put that shit on.”

  “Why?”

  She cracked him across the jaw with the bat.

  “Stop fucking hitting me!”

  She struck him again.

  “Okay, okay!” He put the hat on.

  “You wanna start with some chocolate covered nuts?”

  He was so angry he wanted to kill her, but he knew if he tried anything or argued she would hit him again. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

  “Great.” She went to a cabinet and gathered up some supplies, putting them on a cart. She pushed it over next to him, then handed him a bowl and a bottle of Hershey’s Syrup. “Alrighty, Uncle Touchy, get to it.”

  He looked in the bowl, noticing two oblong-shaped items. “And what do you want me to do?”

  “Pour some of that fuckin’ syrup on those nuts and get to munchin’.”

  “This is fucking stupid.”

  You didn’t think it was stupid using sweets to lure kids.” She raised the bat.

  “Alright, alright!” He poured syrup on the nuts, outside the bowl and all over his hand. “Satisfied?”

  “I don’t give a fuck how much of a mess you make as long as you eat those nuts.”

  “I ain’t eatin’ shit.”

  She struck his right knee with the bat.

  He let out a wail. “Okay! I’ll do it!” He shoved one in his mouth, but spit it out. “What the fuck is that?”

  “It’s a cream filled nut.”

  “Bullshit! I know what nuts taste like.”

  “It’s interesting to know you’ve eaten human testicles before.”

  His eyes got big. “What?”

  “Yeah, those are your nuts. The ones I cut off you.”

  He threw the bowl at her. “You fucking bitch! I will fucking kill you!”

  She slammed the bat into his right shin. When he leaned forward to grab his leg, she struck him in the face, knocking his hat off. He was holding his mouth with one hand as he raised the other. “Please don’t hit me anymore! I’ll cooperate.”

  “Put your hat back on.”

  “What?”

  “I said put your fucking hat back on.”

  He looked aggravated. “Really? You’re worried about that after all the shit you’ve done to me?”

  “Yes. And I’m not telling you again.”

  He picked it up from his lap and put it on. “You’re fucking deranged. You know that?”

  “Whatever. Now hold your foot still.” She lowered the bat until it touched the ends of his toes on his right foot. She raised the bat, then took a practice swing, aiming downwards where the impact would shove his toes back into his foot.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to see how many toes I can crush with a downward swing. Now hold your foot still.”

  He started moving it around. “Please don’t! I beg you! I said I was going to cooperate!”

  She struck him in the same shin.

  He grabbed his leg. “Oh my God! You’re gonna break….”

  She hit him in the face, knocking his hat off again. “I can do this all day.”

  Tears were running down his cheeks. “Please stop! I beg you!”

  She made eye contact with him, then looked at his hat that was laying in his lap. He snatched it up and put it on without having to be told.

  “Now we’re getting somewhere.” She started making practice swings again. “Hold still.”

  “I can’t let you do this!”

  “If you move your foot, I will break your fucking leg.”

  His body was trembling as he watched her raise and lower the bat, lining her swing up. “I’ll eat my nuts! I’ll do it!”

  She swung the bat as hard as she could, but he jerked his foot out of the way at the last moment, causing it to strike the top of the table. Before he could speak, she swung again, shattering his tibia bone. She kept hitting his lower leg over and over, shattering his bones. His skin began to rupture, allowing blood and bone fragments to flow out of his leg. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as he tried to stop her, but every time he reached out, she’d jab him in the face with the end of the bat. She finally stopped when the portion of his leg right above his ankle was flat.

  She grabbed his foot and moved it side to side. “Kind of wobbly. Bet you can’t move it now?”

  He didn’t respond as he lay on his back. Seth checked his vitals. “He’s out.”

  “Don’t let his ass die. We have a lot to do.”

  Seth checked his blood type, then connected him to some IV bags. One filled with nutrients and the other blood. He held up a syringe. “This should keep him kicking and screaming for a while.”

  “What is it?”

  “A concoction I came up with a long time ago to keep assholes awake. It’s a mixture of adrenaline, clotting agents, amphetamine, Metoprolol, Provigil and Methyldopa.”

  “Won’t that cause a drug intoxication?”

  “Sure, if I kept injecting him with it. But by the time a lethal CDI could happen, he’ll be dead.”

  “Cool. So, let’s wake his ass up.”

  Seth injected the concoction into his neck. Within seconds, Robert sat up. He noticed his leg right away since it was throbbing. “You fucking bitch! Look what you did to my leg!”

  She pointed the bat at him. “I told you if you moved your foot I was going to break it.”

  “You’ve done more than break it! You’re fucking crazy! I’m going to….” His heart started acting strange. He grabbed his chest. “Oh shit! I think I’m having a heart attack! Please call an ambulance.”

  Seth laughed. “You’re fine.”

  “No, I’m not! My heart feels weird! Like it’s not working right!”

  “It’s from the shot I gave you. I
t will cause your heart to pump a slow, steady rhythm.”

  His eyes got big. “Why would you do that?”

  “For a whole list of reasons, such as to keep you awake, increase alertness, slow down bleeding, to reduce aneurysms, to keep your blood pressure from skyrocketing, but mainly, to keep you from passing out too soon.”

  He was worried. “Is it safe?”

  “I doubt it.”

  “What do you mean you doubt it?”

  “How in the fuck would I know if it’s safe or not. I’m not a fucking doctor.”

  His hands were shaking with fear. “Will you check the internet for side effects?”

  “I can’t. I mixed the shit up in my bathtub.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. And as far as I know, it might make your heart explode. Or it could cause your aorta to pop off. It might even cause your blood to thicken up and turn your heart into one big gloopy mess.”

  “Oh my God! Why would you do that to me?”

  Missy became a little aggravated. “I think you need to be more worried about the predicament you’re in.” She looked at Seth. “Can I move on with the more painful shit?”

  He motioned for her step away. “He has cardio phobia. It’s a fear of having heart related issues. When I find out what someone’s phobia is, I use it to my advantage. Emotional pain is just as important as the physical stuff. In fact, it enhances physical pain tenfold if it’s done right.”

  “Oh.” She walked back over to Robert. “I have some bad news.”

  He looked as if he was going to cry. “What is it?”

  “That shit Seth injected you with can cause your heart to start fluttering. And it can get out of hand, causing severe cardio destruction.”

  “Cardio destruction? What is that? It sounds bad.”

  “It is. It’s where your heart will beat so fast that it will come apart. Just like how a car engine will throw rods when it’s pushed past its limit.”

  Tears were running down his cheeks. “What can I do to prevent that?”

  “You have to keep calm.”

  “Okay. I can do that.” He started taking slow breaths. He didn’t know Missy had made up cardio destruction.

  Missy propped his foot up where his toes were sticking up, then started making practice swings with the bat. “Don’t move.”