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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Kenneth was aggravated. “I knew you weren’t going to do anything to him to make it even, so now he’s mine.”

  Wyatt became upset. “That’s not fair. You can’t take him!”

  “Bullshit! I said I would if Seth didn’t give him a disability.”

  Barry walked up with his chest puffed out. “Fuck that! I want him.”

  Kenneth shoved him. “You better back off!”

  They started pushing each other and cursing. Seth stood off to the side watching them as Missy sauntered up. “Are you going to do something?”

  “Yeah. Let them fight it out.”

  Barry got aggressive and slapped Kenneth in the face. “Fuck you, bitch!”

  Kenneth punched him back, knocking him to his ass. Barry held out one of his hands as he covered his bloody nose with his other one. “Okay! Okay! You can have him!”

  Kenneth turned towards Wyatt. “You want some too?”

  He backed away. “Dude! Chill out! You can have William!”

  Seth marched up with a bag. “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get this started.” He opened the bag and handed everyone a pistol. “These are Ruger Mark 3s, semiautomatic pistols with a silencer and a ten-round magazine.” He handed them a box of ammo from which each of them were instructed to remove ten bullets. “These are white-phosphorus cartridges chambered in .22 long rifle. I made them myself.”

  Wyatt recalled Seth talking about the same type of bullets during the road trip they had taken together. “You’ve used these before.”

  “Yep. With the gangbangers.”

  Kenneth was examining one of the rounds. “I’m glad Wyatt’s familiar with these, but I’m not.”

  “They’re a normal .22 casing with a white-phosphorus projectile. The projectile is encased in a plastic shell so the gun will cycle properly.”

  “What is white phosphorus?”

  “It’s the same shit used to make tracer rounds, smoke grenades and incendiary munition.”

  “Oh shit! That means we’ll be burning the fuck out of them.”

  “Yep. And the best part is they won’t bleed to death because the phosphorous will cauterize their wounds.”

  “So how is this game going to be played?”

  “Simple. We’re going to let our scumbags have a head start, then we’ll go hunt them down. Last couple alive, or in your case Kenneth, just William, wins. But, there’s a catch; each of us will only have ten rounds. If we run out, we have to come back to the truck to get another ten.”

  “Why?”

  “To make the game last longer. If we just kill the fuck out of them, it will be over in no time.”

  Kenneth liked that idea. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

  “Anyone else?”

  Wyatt and Barry shook their heads.

  “Good. Let’s get started.”

  The couples experienced a lot of pain as they were dragged out of the RV. They were moaning loudly and tightly clasped the person to which they were coupled in an attempt to reduce the tension on their stitches. Once the couples and William were outside, Seth got their attention as they lay on the ground crying. “Y’all listen up. You already know why you’re here. I explained it to you earlier. So, let’s not dwell on who is innocent or how this is unfair. We’re passed that shit. But, I do have some good news. There is a chance to get out of this alive.”

  Their eyes enlarged as they considered Seth’s words.

  “Are y’all interested in knowing how?”

  They all nodded in unison as they mumbled through their stitched mouths.

  “That’s the spirit. We’re going to give y’all an hour head start. By then, the sun will be up. If you can escape, you get to live. It’s that simple.” Seth looked at Wyatt. “Help your team get up.”

  Wyatt helped Megan and Rodney to their feet. Since they were in the missionary position, Rodney had to support Megan’s weight as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. As they stood, Wyatt saw blood running down Rodney’s legs. “They’re bleeding.”

  Seth lit a cigarette. “The staples are probably tearing their skin.”

  “Won’t his dick be pulled off?”

  “If they get too aggressive it might. But I also shoved his balls into her ass and sewed her sphincter closed.”

  Wyatt looked under her rear, noticing most Rodney’s ball sack was inside her ass, and there was thick, black thread holding her anus tightly closed. The upper part of his ball sack was grotesquely stretched from its original form. “That looks fucking painful.”

  “I’m sure it is.” Seth regarded the couple. “Y’all can go ahead and take off.”

  Megan looked upon Seth and the others with much trepidation as Rodney hauled her away, finally disappearing into the darkness.

  Seth motioned to the couple in the sixty-nine position. “Barry, time to get your team up and running.”

  Barry helped Marcus to his feet. Deanna wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as she hung upside-down. They were both moaning loudly as the stitches between their lips and privates stretched the skin gruesomely beyond its normal limits. Seth glowered at Marcus. “Don’t just stand there. Get your ass movin’!”

  Barry noticed Marcus was having a hard time breathing through his nose. “Hold up! He can’t breathe.”

  Seth handed Marcus a bottle of nose spray. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

  Marcus viewed the path ahead from between Deanna’s legs as he quickly hurried away. Seth kicked Jeffery in his side. “Get your asses movin’! And you better not lose if you know what’s good for you.”

  Jeffery and Amanda were in the doggy-style position. Jeffery got on his knees and started slowly scooting along as Amanda walked on her hands and knees. They were having a difficult time due to the position in which they were attached. Seth was aggravated. “You fuckers better find another way to move your asses along.”

  When they stood up, Jeffery had to bend his knees and shove his crotch under her buttocks to relieve the tension. Seth shook his head as Jeffery walked bowlegged behind Amanda, grunting with every slow step. “Why in the fuck did I get stuck with them?”

  Kenneth laughed. “Jeffery looks like a monkey fucking a football. But don’t worry, I’ll put his ass out of misery for you.”

  “You do that.”

  Kenneth pulled William up to his feet. “Time to get movin’, boy.” He pulled his blindfold off. “And you better not let me… What the fuck?” He realized William’s eyelids had been cut off and something was desperately wrong with his eyes. “Why is this motherfucker all googly-eyed and shit?”

  “I fixed him so he doesn’t have an advantage. You knew that.”

  William was holding his hands out as if he was blind. Kenneth regarded Seth with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. “Can this motherfucker even see?”

  “Of course. Just upside-down.”

  “What the fuck did you do to him?”

  “I cut all the muscles associated with both of his eyes, rotated his eyeballs 180-degrees and glued them in place.”

  “Bullshit! That won’t work.”

  “Sure, it will. An eye is only held in place with six extraocular muscles. And the optic nerve has enough flexibility to twist that much. Only downside is, I accidently glued his eyeballs where they’re slightly cross-eyed.”

  Kenneth was raging mad as he watched William tripping over his feet and running into the trees as he wandered away. “Fuck this! I want Megan and Rodney back.”

  Wyatt laughed. “You wanted him, so you got him.”

  Barry popped off. “Your dude is fucking retarded. That’s what you get for being a dick.”

  Kenneth glared at Barry. “Fuck you! I’ll beat your ass again!”

  “You didn’t beat shit! You just blindsided me with a sucker punch.”

  Kenneth raised his fist.

  “Try it, you fuck, I’ll bash in your fucking head!” He pulled a club out of his back pocket.

  Missy intervened before t
hey got onto it again. “Chill the fuck out!” She glared at Kenneth. “You wanted the fucker, so you got him. Pull up your big-girl panties and deal with it.” She glowered Barry. “And you need to put that club away before it gets shoved up your ass.”

  Seth laughed. “You better listen—she’ll turn your ass into a human Popsicle.”

  Orgy in the Woods

  Seth looked at his watch as they sat around a small campfire drinking coffee. “It’s been an hour. Let’s get to it.”

  Kenneth noticed Barry wasn’t around. “Where’s Spanky?”

  Wyatt nodded towards the RV. “He went in there to get ready.”

  Seth knocked on the door. “Hey! We’re heading out.”

  Barry flung the door open. He was wearing a brown do-rag, black shirt and camo pants with his face, neck and arms covered in black and brown paint. “Let’s do it!”

  Kenneth laughed. “What the fuck are you supposed to be?”

  Barry shook his nuts. “Badass! That’s what.”

  “With that fucking eyepatch, you look like a gay pirate.”

  “Fuck you!” He bounded out of the RV, raised his pistol, took aim and fired two rounds. The silencer eliminated the sonic crack of the .22 cartridge, making it sound more like a paintball gun.

  Kenneth was caught off guard. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Just took out your bitch, you fucking ass clown!” He took off running towards the woods.

  Kenneth turned and watched as William rolled around on the ground with smoke coming out of him. He had apparently wandered back toward the camp. “Dammit!”

  Wyatt took off running, shooting William as he ran by him. Kenneth roared in anger. “This is fucking bullshit!”

  Seth laughed. “Your guy fucking sucks.” He and Missy dashed off sprinting, and as they passed William, Seth shot a couple of rounds in his back.

  Kenneth was furious. “You motherfuckers are going to pay for this!” He rushed up to William, discerning the numerous smoking gunshot wounds. “Get your ass up!”

  William was in so much pain that he had ripped the stitches from his mouth crying out in agony. “Please help me! I’m on fire!”

  Kenneth jerked him to his feet. “Shut the fuck up and get to movin’!”

  “I can’t! I’m in pain! And I can’t see right!”

  “Then fucking hide!” He shoved him into some bushes before taking off into the woods.

  Seth, Missy and Wyatt quickly caught up to Barry. He laughed as they approached him. “I just killed your fuckers, so I win.”

  Seth detected a foul odor lingering in the air. It smelled like burnt hair and flesh. He strolled a little further and discovered the three couples. They were huddled together under a tree. Barry had shot Wyatt’s couple, Megan and Rodney, and Seth’s couple, Amanda and Jeffery, leaving his team unharmed. Seth noticed their hair had been burned off and parts of their scalps were charred. He looked back at Barry. “FYI, the white-phosphorus projectiles won’t penetrate bone, so all you did was burn the shit out of their scalps.”

  Barry ran over to them and found that they weren’t dead at all, but were holding each other and moaning in agony. “Fuck me runnin’!”

  Seth shook his head as he looked at the couples. It looked as if they were having an orgy the way they were all huddled together in sexual positions moaning. “You dumb fucks! You’re supposed to hide, not just lay down like sheep.” He raised his pistol.

  Wyatt looked at Seth. “If you shoot Megan and Rodney, I’m going to shoot Amanda and Jeffery.”

  “That’s fair.” Seth started shooting Barry’s couple, Deanna and Marcus. Wyatt joined in.

  Barry was yelling for them to stop as they pumped his team full of the incendiary rounds. They were rolling around on the ground in their sixty-nine position, moaning and begging. The rounds created a thick cloud of smoke as the white-phosphorus boiled their fluids. Deanna and Marcus were in so much pain that they tore the stitches between their lips and privates as they screamed. To everyone’s surprise, Marcus stood to his feet, lifting Deanna off the ground with super human strength. He took off running into the woods as Seth and Wyatt shot their last few rounds into his back. Seth was cracking up, thinking how funny it was to see Marcus carrying Deanna upside-down kicking her legs in the air. It looked as if she was running too, but upside-down.

  Barry was pissed. “I’ll get y’all for this!” He took off running back to the camp for more ammo.

  Seth looked at his couple. “You motherfuckers better get to movin’!”

  They were both in agony and had torn the stitches from their lips. Jeffery looked as if he was going to pass out. Not only had he obtained third-degree burns to his head, but also his penis and balls had started tearing from where they were sewn to Amanda. “Please don’t do this! I’m begging you!”

  Amanda was sobbing as she pulled handfuls of singed hair from her head. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

  Seth was pissed. “If you fuckers are still here when I get back, I’ll shoot you myself.” He and Missy raced back to camp for more ammo.

  Wyatt pointed at his couple. “Don’t just lay there! Get your asses movin’ too!” He dashed off behind Seth.

  After a short distance through the woods, Seth found Kenneth standing over Barry. Barry was laying on the ground, desperately trying to get his pants off. Missy laughed. “Did the dumbass get into some ants?”

  Kenneth looked worried. “I accidently shot him. I thought he was one of the scumbags.”

  Barry was frantic. “I think he shot me in the dick! It feels like I’m on fire! Oh my God! This can’t be happening!”

  When he got his pants off, he noticed the bottom of his underwear was burned. “Oh fuck! This is bad!” He started feverishly feeling of himself, finding his penis intact. “Thank God! My dick is fine.” His relief quickly changed to horror when he felt a hole in the front of his ball sack. “Oh, shit! I’ve been shot in the balls!” He pulled down his underwear to examine himself closer.

  Seth noticed the round had gone through Barry’s nut sack and seared him between the butt cheeks. “You’ll live, but you’ll have a hard time sitting for a while.”

  “If your dick wasn’t so small, it would have been shot too.” Missy thought.

  Everyone looked at her.

  Her eyes got big. “Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?”

  Wyatt laughed. “Yeah.”

  Barry was too worried to let Missy’s comment bother him. “What about my balls? The bullet might have damaged them!”

  Seth noticed the entrance and exit holes were in the center of his ball sack. “I think you’re fine, but feel around to see if the round hit one of your nuts.”

  He felt of his testicles. “It hurts to touch them, but they seem okay.”

  “Now check to see if your vas deferens are still intact.”

  “What are those?”

  “The cords that connect to your testicles.”

  He started feeling for them. “I can’t tell. Will you check?”

  Seth shook his head. “You’re fucking nuts. No pun intended.”

  “Come on, man! I’m scared!”

  Wyatt was smiling. “Just do it. It’s not like you haven’t fondled his junk before.”

  Seth glared at him.

  “Uh… I meant, since you had cut off his dick, it’s not like… You know… To….”

  “I’d suggest you stop while you’re ahead.”

  “Okay.”

  Barry was panicking as he looked at Seth. “What the fuck? You don’t have a problem touching dudes when you’re torturing them.”

  “You made your point. I have a portable ultrasound in the RV.”

  Kenneth felt bad as he helped Barry up. “Hey, man. I’m really sorry. You just came out of nowhere.”

  “I don’t care about that right now. I just want to get my balls checked out.” Barry had to walk bowlegged as they headed back to camp. He was in so much pain, that he didn’t care if he was naked from the wa
ist down.

  “Fore!”

  When they returned to the RV, Seth had Barry lay on one of the tables. He set a portable ultrasound next to him. Kenneth thought it looked like a laptop. “Where did you get this?”

  “From Amazon.”

  “No shit? So how does it work?”

  “Funny you should ask.” He handed him the probe and a bottle of gel.

  “What the fuck do you want me to do with these?”

  “Rub the gel all over his sack, then press the end of the probe on it.”

  His eyes widened. “I’m not touching his shit. You do it.”

  “I’m not the one who shot him.”

  Kenneth held the items out towards Wyatt. “Here, you do it.”

  He stepped back. “In your dreams, pal.”

  “Dammit!” He looked at Missy.

  She shook her head. “Don’t even ask.”

  Barry grabbed the bottle from him. “I’ll do it myself!” He rubbed the gel all over his ball sack and proceeded to press the probe against it. “Now what?”

  Seth was studying the monitor. “Move it to the left.”

  “Okay.”

  “Now to the right.”

  “Okay.”

  “Push harder.”

  “It fucking hurts.”

  “Just do it.”

  “Okay, okay.”

  “Move the probe to the right a poon-hair.”

  “What is that?”

  “Just a little bit.”

  “Okay.”

  “I hope you weren’t planning on having any kids.”

  “Why are you asking me that? Is there something wrong? Is it bad?”

  “It looks like both of your vas deferens have been severed.”

  “Can it be fixed?”

  “No. And since your blood flow has been cut off to your testicles, I’m afraid you’re going to lose your whole sack.”

  Barry’s eyes started tearing up. “Oh my God! This can’t be happening!”

  “It gets worse. We need to amputate your ball sack ASAP before you get an infection.”

  “No, no, no! I’ll wait and go to a doctor!”

  “That’s your choice, but if the infection gets in your dick, it must be amputated too.”