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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Alayna squealed from repulsiveness of Seth’s torment as she stared in the mirror, watching the fly larvae moving around inside her. “No, no, no! Get them out of me! Please! I beg you to get them out! I’ll do whatever you want! Please have mercy!”

  Missy was covering her mouth. “That’s fucking disgusting.”

  Seth pulled her skin closed, then started stitching it back together.

  Alayna was freaking out, ignoring the pain of being sewn. “Oh my God! You can’t leave them in me! Please stop! I beg you!”

  Seth had to sew her up quickly to keep the maggots from escaping. There were so many inside her that they were coming out between the stitches and the holes where her vagina and anus had been cut out. Some had found their way into her severed esophagus, sending her into spasms as she coughed them up. She was horror-stricken by the maggots crawling out of her mouth and nose.

  When Seth was done, he looked at Missy. “That wraps up the autopsy. Now we need to embalm her.” He inserted two large catheters into her neck. One in her right carotid artery, and another in her internal jugular. He connected the hoses to a pump running through a set of coils that were submerged in ice water hidden under the table. He did this to cool her blood to make her think she was being embalmed.

  When he started the pump, Alayna could feel her body get cold. She thought this was the end and that these monsters were going to finish her off finally. “I’ll see you motherfuckers in Hell!”

  Seth injected a neuromuscular blocking agent into the return hose going to her neck, paralyzing her body, but leaving her conscious. She was relieved, thinking her body was shutting down, ending her suffering. But to her extreme dismay, she felt the skin on her throat being cut as Seth performed a tracheostomy on her. She tried to scream, but only a faint moan escaped from her. An overwhelming amount of fear overcame her as she lay trapped within the vegetative state, worrying her suffering might not end.

  When Seth was done, he wired her jaw shut and filled her nostrils with glue. Panic set in as she tried to breathe through her mouth and nose. It felt very strange that she wasn’t breathing normally. It was as if she was drowning, but she wasn’t dying.

  Suddenly, a terrifying thought came into her head; maybe she was dead, and what she was experiencing was what happens when you die. That made sense, considering what her body had gone through and she wasn’t dying, not to mention no one was hearing her pleas. If she were dead, how long would she have to suffer? Eternity popped into her mind, creating an enormous amount of anxiety. She wasn’t a religious person, or believed in an afterlife, but knew about Heaven and Hell from watching TV and hearing others talk about it. She always thought it was something people made up to keep society in line. Now she was second guessing her beliefs. Feelings of guilt and dread gripped her as she thought about it. What she was enduring wasn’t wonderful or peaceful, meaning she wasn’t in Heaven, but in Hell. That thought was very disquieting.

  She had been in a daze, not paying attention. When she looked in the mirror above, her face was now painted like a Mexican sugar skull. She didn’t understand why. Morticians wouldn’t do something like that. Then the thought of the afterlife popped back in her mind. She must have been in Hell the whole time. The mutilation of her body and the pain she endured must be part of her punishment, and the two people doing it weren’t humans, but demons or something. A petrifying sensation of terror completely overtook her mind.

  Seth unlatched Alayna from the table and requested Missy’s help to transfer and lay her in a wooden coffin. Attached to the underside of the coffin lid was a full-length mirror lined with LED lights. Seth knelt and looked Alayna in the eyes. “You just thought you were in Hell. But don’t worry. What you did to your child, you’ll be heading there very soon.” He shut and locked the lid.

  FUCKIN’ CUNT

  Seth went up front and sat in the passenger seat. The sun was just starting to rise. “What a nice morning.”

  Wyatt glanced at his watch. “Yep. And we’re making good time. We’ll beat Kenneth to the park. And then maybe I can get some fucking sleep.”

  “You’re the man.”

  “Don’t patronize me.”

  “I wasn’t.”

  “Did you come up here just to fuck with me?”

  “No. We need to find a secluded area to bury Alayna.”

  “Okay. So, what did y’all do to that bitch? All she did was scream.”

  Seth handed Wyatt his Android. “I took some pictures.”

  Wyatt was shaking his head as he went through them. “That’s fucking disturbing. And you never cease to amaze me with the shit that you come up with.” The last picture was of Alayna laying in the casket. “Why did you put a mirror with lights in there?”

  “So the bitch can see herself.”

  “Wait! She’s still alive?”

  “Yep. And when the paralyzing agent wears off, she’ll go fucking nuts. I left a hatchet inside her, making sure she knew it was there. She’ll tear herself apart to get it so she can have a way to dig out.”

  “The bitch deserves that, but she’ll probably run out of air before then.”

  “Nope. I’m going to connect some oxygen bottles to the casket. She also has several I.V. bags that will keep her body nourished. I’m hoping she will live for a few days. That way the bitch can stare at herself in the mirror and think about what she’s done.”

  He laughed. “You’re one twisted fucker.”

  Seth pointed out the window. “There’s a rest stop. Pull in. We’ll bury the bitch here.”

  Wyatt noticed the area was just a place to get off the highway temporarily. It didn’t have a restroom or any other kind of facilities, but it was next to a wooded area. There was no one else there, so it was a good place to get rid of Alayna. Missy stayed in the RV as a lookout while Seth and Wyatt dug a hole in the woods. When they were done, they lowered the coffin into the hole, which was around five-feet deep. Seth connected three oxygen tanks to her coffin, and he ran a rubber hose to the surface to discharge carbon monoxide. He also ran a cat. 5 cable from the coffin to the surface. After they filled in the hole, Seth connected the end of the cat. 5 cable to a cell phone, then hid it and the end of the rubber hose under some branches.

  Missy came walking up with a stone. She laid it on the grave, then walked back to the RV. Seth laughed when he noticed Missy had carved FUCKIN’ CUNT in the stone.

  When they got back on the road, Seth opened his laptop. “Check this shit out.”

  Wyatt noticed it was a video of Alayna laying in her coffin. “Did you film that before we buried her?”

  “Hell no. It’s live. It’s being fed straight to the internet.”

  “So, we’re going to get to watch how she reacts once the paralyzing agent has worn off?”

  “Yep.”

  “That’s fucking awesome”

  Missy came up front. “How long do we have before we get to White Flint Park?”

  Seth looked at his watch. “About two hours.”

  “I’m going to go take a nap. Wake me when we get there.”

  “There’s a blow-up mattress with an air pump in the bathroom cabinet.”

  “Okay, good to know.” She walked off.

  Wyatt looked aggravated. “Why didn’t you tell me about the mattress?”

  “Because I didn’t want your cooties on it.”

  “That’s fucking….”

  “Chill out! I’m just messing with you.” He set the laptop on the dash and stood up. “Change places with me so you can get some rest.”

  Wyatt looked at Seth, then Alayna, then back at Seth. “I don’t want to miss what happens to her.”

  “The video is being streamed to the internet. There’ll be thousands of copies floating around that you can watch later.”

  “I don’t want to watch it after everyone else got to see it first.”

  Seth sat back down. “Fine. But don’t bitch about being sleepy.”

  “I won’t.”

  Seth le
aned back in his seat to get comfortable and lit a cigarette. “How’s everything been going at home?”

  “No complaints. My daughter is growing like a weed. And I’m seeing someone.”

  “Does she know you’re a serial killer?”

  “I’m not a fucking serial killer.”

  Seth laughed. “I know. That would be like a few notches down for us. There’s not even a name for the shit we do.”

  “I would call you a sadistic fuck. And no, I haven’t said anything to her about this. It’s not really who I am. Don’t get me wrong though. I enjoy these trips, but I wouldn’t do this on my own.”

  “So, if someone raped and murdered me, you would avenge my death?”

  “Of course, I would.”

  “See, you are a sadistic fuck just like me.”

  “Only around you, pal. And why in the hell would someone want to rape you.”

  “I was just using that as an example.”

  “Oh, and I love the Camaro. I got three tickets in the first month.”

  “That’s good.”

  “Tell that to my insurance company.”

  Seth was getting sleepy. He stood up. “I’m gonna take a nap with Missy.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re going to be doing the nasty again.”

  “Dude, I said I was going to take a nap. Get your head out of the gutter.”

  “Don’t you want to see what happens to Alayna?”

  “Not really.”

  “Okay, but you’ll be missing out.”

  “You can tell me later about what happens.” Seth walked off.

  Wyatt was excited as he drove down the highway, keeping an eye on the laptop. Mile after mile went by with no movement from Alayna, creating frustration. Maybe Seth was full of shit, he thought. That’s why he didn’t want to stay up front—he knew the bitch wasn’t going to wake up. He became mad as he thought about how Seth had fucked with him. He started to yell for him to come up front, but detected movement of Alayna’s arm. His mood instantly improved and he underwent a transformation from being pissed to extreme excitement. His eyes were big as he watched to see how the bitch was going to react. The LEDs were bright, illuminating her. The camera was installed above her feet, so he could see her entire body. He could even see the maggots that were crawling all over her. Within a few minutes, she had regained control of her body. The first thing she did was try to open her mouth. When she realized it was stuck, she started pulling on it. Wyatt could hear her moaning in agony as she tore the wires loose from her jaws. Though she was able to breathe through the tracheotomy in her neck, it must have been so restrictive that she was willing to endure severe pain just so she could open her mouth.

  Wyatt lit a cigarette as he watched with anticipation. Alayna was now freaking out as she slapped the maggots off her face and body. As fast as she could knock them away, new ones would crawl out of her mouth, nose and Y-incision. The ones coming out of the holes between her legs were crawling all over her legs and lower torso. She finally gave up and went after the lid, pushing on it to see if she could get it open. When it didn’t budge, she started hitting it with her fists and screaming for help. She was breaking the mirror, which resulted in her hands getting cut up. She began to panic and started hitting, clawing and kneeing at it with all her strength in a frenzied attempt to get out. The broken glass was cutting her into pieces as she fought the lid. She finally became exhausted and gave up, and as she lay motionless, maggots continued crawling all over her body.

  Over the next few minutes, she cried as she considered her predicament. She knew the only way to get out was the hatchet, but the pain wasn’t going to be worth it. She wanted to live, but she also knew what Seth had done to her ensured death was inevitable. There was no way her body would be able to function without a digestive system and urinary tract. That angered her, knowing the man that had done this to her was still living his life. Her mindset had changed. The only thing she was focusing on now was revenge. Having a chance to alert the authorities to what he did allowed her to overcome her fear and pain. She grabbed the bottom portion of her Y-incision with both hands and tore it open, causing maggots to pour out. She screamed as she shoved her hand inside herself, digging through the maggots in search of the hatchet. When she found it, she pulled it out and started hitting the lid. Suddenly, the tool broke in her hand.

  Wyatt looked closer at the screen, noticing the handle was hollow. Alayna became furious when she realized the hatchet was made of plastic. She started punching and kicking the inside of the coffin like a mad woman as she screamed for Seth to die. During her fit, she kicked the camera and the feed went dark. Wyatt shook his head as he thought about how Seth had put a toy inside her. He laughed, knowing she was going to spend the rest of her short life cursing him.

  The Return of the Living Dead

  Around lunchtime, Wyatt pulled into White Flint Park, which was west of Temple off Highway 36. He went to the back and found Seth snoring like a bear as he laid next to Missy. He nudged him in the shoulder with his foot. “Hey! We’re here.”

  He rolled over. “Okay.”

  “Are you getting up?”

  “Is Kenneth here?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Have you talked to him to see if everything is okay?”

  “Yeah. He’s about three hours away.”

  “Was he able to get the scumbags?”

  “He said he did.”

  “Did he find Barry?”

  “Yeah, but he got his ass kicked when they were picking up Jimmy.”

  “Good.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Take a nap and leave me alone.”

  A few hours later, Wyatt awoke to someone bitching and cursing. He was in the back of the Toyota, and when he got out, he found Kenneth and Barry standing over a black man, a Mexican man and a white woman. They were tied up with ratchet straps and gagged with ropes. Wyatt looked at Kenneth. “What’s going on?”

  Barry glared at him. “While you were getting your beauty rest, we’ve been busting our ass.”

  Wyatt noticed Barry’s face was bruised and bloody. “More like getting your ass kicked.”

  “You wouldn’t know anything about that with your cushy job.”

  “Don’t blame me because Seth doesn’t trust your ass to drive the RV.” He looked around. “Speaking of Seth, where is he?”

  Kenneth laughed. “He and Missy went to the movies.”

  Barry popped off. “And he said we can do whatever we want to these fuckwads.”

  Kenneth interrupted. “We can’t touch the Mexican. Seth wants to save Humberto for later.”

  Wyatt observed that Humberto was short and stocky and dressed like a gangbanger. He had a bald head, goatee and covered in tattoos. “Has Seth told you why he’s saving some of them?”

  “He’s going to make them fill out their death certificate and choose the way they’re going to die.”

  Barry was excited. “That’s a cool fucking idea! I’m going to do that to some motherfuckers one day.”

  Kenneth grabbed Humberto by the shirt. “Y’all help me hang his ass up.”

  Barry and Wyatt grabbed ahold of him and shoved him against the wall next to Gus. Humberto was very strong and fought back as he shouted muffled threats and curse words through his gag. When they had him secured, Wyatt noticed Gus wasn’t moving. “Gus doesn’t look too good.”

  Kenneth shrugged his shoulders. “Of course, not. He’s dead.”

  Barry looked at Gus closer. “Are you sure?”

  “The motherfucker is purple. Unless he’s fuckin’ Barney, his ass is dead.”

  Wyatt noticed Andrew’s skin was pale and his breathing was labored. “I don’t think Andrew is going to make it much longer either.”

  Kenneth looked disgusted. “That’s what happens when you make these fuckers do nasty shit to each other.”

  Wyatt raised his hands. “Hold up! I didn’t have anything to do with that.”

  “Y
eah, but this freak next to me did.” He motioned towards Barry.

  “Hey! That was all Seth’s doin’. He’s the one who made him smoke Gus’ ass.”

  “See, that’s the shit I’m talking about. Y’all white motherfuckers have some issues.”

  Wyatt walked over to the woman and man that were laying on the floor. “Who are these scumbags?”

  Kenneth stood next to him. “The white bitch is Maggie Rose. She stuck her baby in the heart with an ice pick.

  Maggie was shaking her head as she mumbled through her gag, denying what she had done.

  Kenneth pointed to the black man. “This fucker is Jimmy Campbell. He’s a homeless man that stabbed a teenager to death because he only gave him two dollars when he asked for ten.”

  Jimmy started flopping around on the floor, yelling muffled threats. Wyatt noticed he was tall, stocky and had very dark skin. He had dreadlocks, an unkempt beard and wild eyes. “He’s a mean looking fucker. I can see why Barry got his ass kicked.”

  “Fuck you!” Barry threw him the finger.

  “He probably kicked your ass because you were trying to finger him with that.”

  “Keep running your mouth and see where it gets you.”

  Kenneth intervened. “Y’all fucking chill out! I’m not here to babysit.”

  Barry crossed his arms. “I didn’t get my ass kicked. The bastard blindsided me.”

  Kenneth shook his head. “Fuck if he did.” He looked at Wyatt. “We found Jimmy at a shelter. I wanted to wait until he came outside before we moved on him, but fucking Spanky was impatient. The dumbass came up with a way to lure him out, but he refused to tell me what it was. He said he wanted to surprise me.” Kenneth looked at Barry. “You wanna tell him what your bright idea was?”

  He shook his head. “Not really.”

  Wyatt responded with eagerness. “Just say it.”

  “No. But I’m sure Kenneth can’t wait to tell you.”

  Kenneth laughed. “Fuckin’ Spanky got a chain out of the truck, then walked up to Jimmy and asked him if he lost it since he looked like Kunta Kinte. Jimmy snatched the chain from him and beat his ass with it.”