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

by Garrett, Wade H.

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

  “Not sure yet, but I have a hundred things running through my mind that I would like to do to that fucker.”

  Wyatt wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave or stay. He didn’t want to be a part of what Seth was going to do, but his curiosity was also getting the best of him. “Can I stay here in the car?”

  “You can follow the truck if you want.”

  “I would rather do that.”

  “Make sure you stay back so he doesn’t know you’re following him. If we get separated go to Home Depot and wait for me.” Seth walked towards the rig as Wyatt got in the car. He watched as Seth got the man’s attention. They had a short conversation, then he got in the passenger side. When the truck passed by, Seth looked out the window and nodded. Wyatt’s hands were shaking as he pulled out of the parking lot behind the truck. He was second guessing his decision. Maybe he should have went to Home Depot, he thought; that way he could honestly say he didn’t have anything to do with what Seth was planning. Then he started worrying about what was going to happen. All kinds of things were running through his mind, and he was contemplating if he should let the truck slip away. Around twenty miles down the highway, the truck got on the service road, then after another mile or so it turned right on a two-lane road. A short way down, Wyatt was caught at a red light while the truck made it through. He was relieved—now he had an excuse why he wasn’t able to keep up. As the truck disappeared down the road he started to feel anxious, realizing he would be more uncomfortable being alone in an area he wasn’t familiar with, while possibly driving a stolen vehicle. He became pissed at himself that he didn’t run the light, knowing he had purposely slowed down so he would catch it. When it turned green he took off in a hurry, worrying that he had lost Seth. He wanted to speed, but was afraid a cop would pull him over, then he would have to come up with a good reason why he was in Florida in a vehicle that wasn’t his. Suddenly he saw a trail of dust drifting in the air down a gravel road. He was unsure if it was the truck, knowing he had a fifty-fifty chance. If he went after it and was wrong, he wouldn’t be able to make up the time. He made a last second decision and slammed on the brakes, then made a hard right. Relief overcame him when he caught up to the back of the trailer.

  A short way down the road the truck pulled over next to a wooded area. Wyatt was unsure what to do, panicking as he drove on past. The area was secluded and he felt out of place with the whole situation. He was debating if he should go back as all sorts of things were running through his mind; would Seth be mad at him? Would he come find him if he ran? What if Seth needed help? The guy was big. He then worried about getting in trouble with the police for associating with Seth. He was torn on what to do. He slammed on the brakes and came to a stop. He looked in the rear-view mirror as he thought about how it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, then he assured himself that the cops would understand this if he was busted. Wyatt turned the SUV around and threw up a dust cloud as he headed back towards the truck. His heart was pounding as a completely new set of worried thoughts flooded his mind; Seth was a sadistic killer and could be doing something horrible to the man. What if he was really deranged and turned on him? What if the truck driver had taken down Seth? Would he come after him, also?

  A few minutes later he saw the truck; it was still parked. He slowly pulled to the side of the road, opposite from it. He put the shifter in park, then just sat, staring at it. He couldn’t see Seth or the driver. He looked up and down the road, but no sign of them. Now he was worried that Seth had killed him, then took off on foot. He got out and quickly walked over to the cab. He stepped on the footstep and was about to look in the window until he heard voices. He walked around the front of the truck to the other side. Relief overcame when he noticed Seth standing next to the rig, then he noticed that the driver was sitting on the ground with his back leaned up against the rear tires. The man looked upset and he wondered why he was just sitting there—he didn’t look like the type of person who would simply submit; he was big and aggressive looking. His head was shaved, he had a long goatee, his arms were covered with tattoos and he had a hoop earring in each ear. He was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled, which accentuated his large muscular arms. As he came closer, he noticed the man was being bound with trucker straps, then he noticed that Seth’s penis was hanging out of his zipper. He stopped in his tracks.

  Seth looked over at Wyatt with an odd expression. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

  He stood dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond.

  Seth pointed a short club at the man as he looked at Wyatt. “I’m trying to make this fucker drink some piss, but he’s being an uncooperative prick.”

  The man’s face turned red with anger. “Fuck you, motherfucker! I told you I ain’t doin’ it.”

  “Fuck if you ain’t!” Seth struck him in the stomach with the club.

  The man doubled over as much as he could. “Stop fucking hitting me, asshole!”

  “I can go all day.”

  “Fuck you!”

  Seth put his penis back in his pants, then started beating him. Wyatt wanted to run as the man’s screams echoed out. He took a few steps forward and yelled at Seth. “Hey, let’s get out of here!”

  Seth slid the club in his back pocket. “Not until he does it.” He looked at the man. “You ready now?”

  Blood was dripping from his face as he raised his head. “I told you I ain’t fucking doin’ it, you sick motherfucker!”

  Seth pulled out a gun. “It’s seems you need a little more encouragement.” He pointed it at the man’s crotch. “I will blow off your package if you don’t. In the end, you’re gonna do it either way.”

  The man had rage-filled eyes. “I told you I…”

  POW!!!

  The man screamed as he looked down at his crotch. “Oh my God!”

  “That was just a graze, but you might have lost a ball or two depending on how you packaged your shit. If you have a big dick, you might have lost a head as well.”

  The guy noticed blood was soaking into his pants. He looked up at Seth with disbelief. “Please call an ambulance.”

  Seth holstered his pistol, then unholstered his dick. “You could bleed to death, so let’s get the party started.”

  The man opened his mouth, then Seth started urinating. The stream struck the top of his head first, then Seth splashed him in the face for a few seconds before moving it to his mouth. He looked over at Wyatt, who had a disturbed look. “Just like warm lemonade.” He laughed. “Or more like piss flavored lemonade.”

  Wyatt couldn’t believe his eyes. “Uh… We need to…”

  Seth looked down. “Don’t you fucking miss a drop!” The man turned his head and started dry heaving. Seth continued to piss on the side of his face. “You’re fucking wasting it, asshole!”

  Wyatt started getting nauseous, then he turned his head and tried to block out the man’s gagging.

  A few seconds later Seth shook the last drop on his head. “Now listen here, fucker…” He zipped up. “…you better think twice about being an asshole. And if I find out that you’ve harmed another animal, I’m not going to be so generous next time.”

  The man’s face was white as a ghost as he held his head down. Seth pulled out a knife and cut the strap that was securing his arms, leaving one around his waist. He held up a cell phone. “Look at me.”

  “What?”

  “Your phone will be over in the woods. You can crawl your ass over there after you unstrap yourself.” Seth tossed the phone towards some trees. “And remember, I will come back for your ass if you don’t start acting right.” Seth thought for a moment. “In fact, I want you to start donating to PETA as well.”

  The man had a don’t-give-a-shit expression. Seth squatted down. “Hey, fuckhead. You know who I am?”

  He glared at Seth as if he was waiting for him to shut up and leave so he could start his quest to get some pay back after he got his manhood
fixed. “Naw, don’t care.”

  Seth looked over at Wyatt as he was holding his hand over his mouth. “Hey, come here for a moment.”

  Wyatt looked scared. “We need to get going.”

  “In a moment.” Seth looked at the trucker and nodded towards Wyatt. “He’s doing a story on The Angel of Death. He has the special privilege of knowing him in a, let’s say, non-painful way.”

  The man looked up with hate. “I don’t have time for this shit.” He looked at Wyatt. “You need to get this fucking psycho away from me and call the police if you know what’s good for you.”

  Seth laughed. “You got the psycho part right, and I’m not going anywhere until you play along.”

  The man glared at Seth. “So, what the fuck do you want me to say?”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “How would you describe your new buddy?”

  Wyatt looked at Seth, then the man, then back at Seth. He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

  “Go ahead. Tell Mr. Dog kicker how you would describe The Angel of Death as of right now, this very moment.”

  Wyatt wasn’t sure about answering. “We need to go.”

  “Tell him. I can spend the rest of the day here. I don’t give a shit.”

  “Like a normal looking man, I guess. Brown hair, brown beard. Dark tan like he’s been in the sun too much. He would be wearing a black buttoned up shirt, slightly worn blue jeans, sunglasses, a cap, brown western boots and a black tactical style jacket.”

  The man looked at Wyatt, then Seth. “You’re fuckin’ nuts.” He started laughing, even though he was in pain.

  Seth stood up and looked at Wyatt. “I was hoping to play the boogieman card so he would fuckin’ act right, but I guess I’m going to have to put the fear of the reaper in his ass.” Seth started to reach inside his jacket.

  Wyatt held his hands out. “Hold up. I don’t want to get in your business, but hasn’t he gone through enough?” He looked at the blood that had stained his clothes. “You’ve already messed him up pretty good, and made him drink your urine. That should be enough.”

  “Unfortunately, he’s going to act more like an asshole now that he’s probably less of a man.”

  “There’s got to be another way.”

  Seth didn’t want to upset Wyatt further, knowing he would lose his trust if he did anything else. “You’re right.” He looked down at the man. “It’s your lucky day, pal.”

  The man looked at Seth. “Fuck you!” He then looked at Wyatt. “Fuck you, too! And I’m gonna tell ‘em that you were involved also.”

  Wyatt held his hands up. “Hold up. I didn’t do anything to you.”

  “It’s your word against mine.” He nodded towards Seth. “And I’m going to make sure you go down with this fucker.”

  Wyatt was scared. “You know I had nothing to do with this.”

  He glared at him with a stern look. “I suggest you get me some help then, unless you want to get pounded in the ass every night for the rest of your life.”

  Wyatt started pacing. “Oh shit! I didn’t expect this.” He looked at Seth. “I don’t want to go to prison.”

  “He’s just playing you for a fool—it’s the only hand he has.”

  Wyatt looked at the man, then Seth. “He’s fucking being serious.”

  “He’s just in survival mode and will say anything to get out of this.”

  “So now what? Do we just let him go?”

  The man looked at Wyatt. “That’s your only chance.”

  Wyatt looked at Seth. “Are you going to let him go?”

  “Sure.”

  “Do you think he will say anything?”

  “Oh, he’s definitely going to tell on us.”

  Wyatt looked as if he was going to cry. “But you said he was…”

  Seth raised his hand. “I know, it’s a fucked-up situation. That’s what happens when you show weakness to these fuckers.”

  “Then what do you suggest?”

  “You can take back what you asked of me?”

  Wyatt looked nauseated.

  “All you have to do is go back to the SUV. You will never know what happened.”

  Wyatt thought for a moment, then looked at the man. “Sorry, you didn’t leave me with any choice.” He turned and started walking away.

  “Sorry my ass! You’re making a mistake, you fucking coward!”

  Seth pulled out his sickle. “I’m about tired of your mouth.”

  He realized he had made a mistake, knowing that normal people didn’t carry such an unusual weapon. “That’s not necessary. I won’t say anything about what happened. I was just trying to scare your friend.”

  Seth squatted down. “You’re leaving me in a hell of a predicament.”

  He looked at Seth with surrender in his eyes. “I won’t say anything, I swear.”

  Seth thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’m not worried about me, but I also have to protect my buddy Wyatt Carter over there.” Seth looked at him with an oh-shit expression. “Wait a second. Did I just say that out loud?”

  “Say what?”

  Seth stood up. “Tell you my friend’s name was Wyatt Carter?”

  “No, you didn’t.”

  Seth scratched his head. “Oh, I must have just thought it then. That would have been bad. You could have gone and tattled to the police that the guy with me was named Wyatt Carter.”

  The man looked scared, knowing Seth was messing with him. “I won’t say anything.”

  “You’ve said that several times now, but I’m not feeling it.”

  “I swear.”

  “You’ve said that, too.”

  His eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t do this.”

  “Hey, it’s been fun playing the name game, but let’s get this shit over with. How do you wanna die?” Seth squatted down in front of him. “I can think of a whole bunch of ways, but I’ll let you make the decision since it’s your lucky day.”

  He didn’t respond.

  “Come on, buddy, give me a suggestion.”

  He remained quiet.

  “Can’t think of anything specific? I know. Stop me when I say one that tickles your fancy. I can use a gun, knife, saber, tiger claw, mace, bow, tomahawk, dao.”

  “Okay, okay. You’ve made your point. I just want to go on my way.”

  “Brass knuckles, poison, grenade, fire, katar, axe, cleaver, hammer, tire tool.”

  The man started dry heaving and holding his chest.

  “Heart attack, torch, screw driver, blowgun, nunchucks, stiletto, flail.”

  He vomited.

  “Choking on puke, slingshot, boomerang, garrote or a razor blade. That’s just what I have in the back of the vehicle, but I can also get a tree limb or rock from the woods, if need be. Just let me know how I can be accommodating.”

  He was crying hysterically. “You’re crazy, dude! You’re fucking crazy! I don’t deserve this.”

  “The dog didn’t deserve what he got either. Now what will it be? Vigilante’s choice perhaps?”

  Seth heard a vehicle pull up. He quickly knocked the man unconscious before he could yell out, then looked under the truck. He noticed it was a cop car. He pulled out his gun and sat still, waiting to see what they were going to do. A cop got out and started for the cab. Seth crawled under the trailer to get closer. He had no desire to kill an innocent person, so he pulled out his tranquilizer gun and shot the cop in the leg. Within seconds a man fell to the ground. Seth looked over at the cop car to ensure no one was with him, then quickly ran over to the cop and pulled the dart from his leg. Seth went back over to the trucker. He wasn’t breathing, so he felt for a pulse; he was dead. Wyatt was about to wet himself as Seth ran up to the SUV. He opened the driver’s side door. “Move over; I’m driving.”

  Wyatt looked as if he wanted to cry. “Oh my God! What’s going on? Did you kill the cop? Oh shit, we’re going to prison. Did he see you? What abou…”

  “Chill out!” Seth took off down the gravel road like a bat o
ut of hell.

  Wyatt was crouched down, hiding, as they turned on the highway. “What happened back there? Did you kill the cop? They’re going to fry us for this.”

  “Everything is alright. Stop worrying.”

  “You must have done something bad—you look upset.”

  “I got piss on my boots.”

  Wyatt didn’t say anything for a moment. “How can you joke around at a time like this?”

  “I’m not fucking around. The wind was blowing from under the truck when I was using the human urinal.” Seth looked at Wyatt. “You know the saying, pissing in the wind.”

  Wyatt was now looking out the back window, worrying if the cops were coming after them. “Did you kill the cop?”

  “No.”

  Wyatt looked at Seth with an unsure expression.

  “No, I didn’t kill him. I shot him with a dart. He’ll be fine.”

  Wyatt looked back out the rear window. “Do you think they’re looking for us?”

  “You look suspicious. Sit down”

  Wyatt sat forward. “That was fucked up. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

  Seth cracked the window, then lit a cigarette. He handed one to Wyatt. “You’re not. You had nothing to do with it.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I’ll be guilty because I was present during the commission of a felony.”