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

by Garrett, Wade H.

He started to panic. He tried to move around but the ropes were holding him in place. When he realized he couldn’t get free, he started looking around franticaly as he yelled out for help. Suddenly he became quiet and stared in horror when he heard the clicking sound the trap made when I locked the spring-loaded jaws into their open position. I held it up so he could see it. “Got it.” I reached down and picked up a stick, then shoved it into the trap. “Pow!” The trap slammed closed and broke the stick. I looked at him and smiled. “Damn! I’m glad I tested it out on this stick first—that would have castrated your ass.”

  He had a grimace of terror. “Okay, okay. You made your point. I’ll do what you ask.”

  I ignored him as I slightly opened the trap, aligning it where its serrated steel jaws were on each side of his dick and balls, then I eased it into the closed position. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as the cold steel squeezed the shit out of his parts. I stood up, holding the end of a rope. “Hush!”

  Tears were running down his face as he panicked. “Oh fuck! Get it off! You’re killing me! Please get it off!”

  I jerked on the rope. The other end was tied to the trap. “I said be quiet!”

  He took a deep breath as he fought the pain. “Okay, okay! Please stop hurting me! I’ll cooperate.”

  I laughed. “I’m sure you will. And you better be glad that I used the small trap. The bigger one would have crushed through your shit like a hot knife through butter.”

  “You’ve made your point, so can you please get it off?”

  “Fuck no.” I untied the ropes to his legs. “Get your ass up.”

  He just laid on the ground on his back while holding his legs apart. “I can’t move. It hurts too bad.”

  “Then I will have to rip your shit off.” I jerked on the rope.

  He screamed as the serrated jaws started cutting into him. “Okay, okay! I’ll do it. Just stop pulling on it.”

  “Then get after it.”

  He tried to sit forward to get on his feet, but the trap would drag the ground and pull on his package. When that failed, he tried to roll over, but he couldn’t squeeze his legs close enough together. Finally, he laid back down on the ground and stared up at me. “Hey, man, I can’t.”

  “Okay.” I turned around, threw the rope over my shoulder, then started pulling him along the ground. His screams were echoing throughout the woods as he desperately fought to grab the rope. I stopped, turned around and started to speak, but to my surprise, he went from lying on his back to a squatted stance by thrusting his upper body forward and right to his feet. I tugged on the rope. “Let’s go, boy.”

  He tried to stand up, but his legs would press against the trap, causing more pain. “I can’t stand up.”

  “Then fucking hop.” I tugged on the rope.

  “Okay, okay! I’m coming.” He started walking, but in a half squatted and bowlegged fashion.

  I shook my head as I led him into the woods, slowly. “Geez. This is going to take forever. You’re walking like a fucking orangutan.” He was making a grunting noise with each step. “You fucking sound like one too.” I pulled out my cell phone and started recording him as I walked backwards.

  When he noticed what I was doing, he became upset. “Why the fuck are you doing this to me?”

  “It’s funny.”

  “I haven’t done anything to you.”

  “You did to James.”

  He stopped. “Is this what this is about?”

  I tugged on the rope. “Come on, monkey boy.”

  He started walking again. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Same thing you did to James’ dog.”

  He stopped and squatted down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I walked up to him. “You really want to lie in the position you’re in?”

  “That was Steve. He did it.”

  “Now listen. If you weren’t involved with killing James’ dog, then I will gut Steve and only make you pay for vandalizing James’ house and for stealing the rocks.”

  “I didn’t have anything to do with any of that. Steve did it.”

  “Then why did you have the dog’s collar?”

  “I didn’t have it.”

  “It was hanging on your rear-view mirror.”

  “No, it wasn’t.”

  “James took a picture of it with his cell phone.”

  “Wasn’t my truck.”

  “I didn’t say anything about a truck.”

  “I didn’t do anything to James.”

  “His deer camera had recorded you fucking around his yard.”

  “No, it didn’t.” Randy made a weird face. “This thing is really starting to hurt.”

  I looked at his dick and ball sack as they were dangling between his legs and noticed they were turning blue. “I would say so. Your shit is turning blue. They might have to be amputated if we leave the trap on there too long.”

  He looked down. “Oh shit! Please remove it. I told you what you wanted to know.”

  “How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

  He looked at me with surrender in his eyes. “I’m not. I like James.”

  I shook my head. “You’re so full of shit.” I stood up and looked around. I noticed we were close to water. “Are you familiar with this place?”

  “Please get this off me. The teeth are really starting to dig in.”

  “Stop whining about your cock ring. And speaking of digging in, isn’t it illegal to use serrated jaws on animal traps?”

  He didn’t say anything.

  I tugged on the rope. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, they’re illegal.”

  “Then I’m glad they’re cutting into you. Now answer my question; are you familiar with this place.”

  “I guess.”

  “Good. You’re going to call Steve later and have him meet you out here.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can ask him why he stole James’ rocks.”

  “Uh, I don’t know his phone number.”

  I pulled out my sickle. “I guess I will have to go ahead and cut your throat.”

  He stood up into the half-squatted position and started walking backwards. “No, no, don’t.”

  I walked towards him. “Can’t leave you alive—you will tell on me.”

  He started panicking. “I know his number, I know his number. I’ll call him.”

  I holstered my sickle, then pulled out his cell phone from my back pocket. I looked at his directory. “Hey, you already have Steve programmed in your phone.”

  Randy had a slightly aggravated look as he glared at me. “Where did you get that?”

  I opened the right side of my jacket, brandishing a custom 1911 semi-automatic. “Same place I found this.”

  “That’s my gun. You have no right taking my shit.”

  “Why?”

  “Fuck you, dude! That’s my personal property.”

  “Really? You didn’t have a problem taking James’ shit.”

  His body turned red with anger as he stood nude. “Fuck you! I told you I didn’t do it.”

  “We’ll see about that when I get Steve’s side of the story. When his lies don’t match your lies, I’m going to hang you by your fucking package.” I tugged on the rope. “Get moving. We have a long hike ahead of us, monkey boy.”

  Truth or Fucking Dare, Vigilante Style

  Wyatt had a look of excitement as Seth pulled off the road and into a wooded area. “Is this the place where you fucked them up?”

  “Sure is. It was about three miles to the north of here.”

  “Are we going in there?”

  “Yep.” Seth got out of the car. “Let’s go.”

  Wyatt seemed eager, but scared at the same time as they headed into the woods. “Do you think their remains are still here?”

  “Who knows? I’m curious myself.”

  “What if the cops found them and they’re watching.”

  “Anything’s possible, but
I have been keeping an eye on the local news.”

  “Did anything come up?”

  “When they first came up missing it was all over the news, then after a few weeks it faded away. After that I never read or heard anything else; no mention of finding bodies, or even foul play, nothing at all.”

  “Oh shit!” Wyatt stopped. “Jim could have kept it out of the news. He could have someone waiting out here.”

  Seth stopped and looked back at Wyatt. “Not in this case, so stop worrying.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  “I used to keep track of his whereabouts through his phone’s GPS.”

  “No shit. How was that possible?”

  “I don’t know how it worked, but I have a friend who knows how to do that kind of stuff. I had him do it for me, so all I had to do is watch Jim’s movements from my laptop. He’s never been to this area, and if he knew about what happened here he would have definitely made the trip.” Seth nodded. “Let’s get moving. We have a long hike ahead.”

  “That explains why you’re always one step ahead of him.”

  “I was, but two years ago I lost the ability to do it. Jim still has the same number, but the FBI must have changed their security settings or something.”

  “If it was that easy for your friend to do that, how do you know they’re not tracking you?”

  “Because I’m not in prison.” Seth laughed. “No, it’s because I always use a burner when I call Jim.”

  “What is that?”

  “A phone that isn’t linked to me. I use it once, then throw it away.”

  “That’s funny that you do that to him.”

  “You want to hear something funny? I stuck one of those phones under his boss’s car after talking to Jim on it. The next day his boss was pulled over by his own department.”

  Wyatt shook his head. “No shit. That actually happened?”

  “Yep.”

  “You like to fuck with Jim, don’t you?”

  “Breaks up the monotony. But unfortunately, he has no sense of humor.”

  Wyatt noticed the area was real wooded. “How did you lure Steve out here?”

  “I made Randy call him and say that he had found a stash of money and drugs that someone had hidden in the woods.”

  Wyatt looked confused. “How did you know he wouldn’t come with backup?”

  “I had Randy tell him to come alone so they could split the find.”

  “You trusted that would happen?”

  “Didn’t really care. If someone came with him I would have simply left. And if he came alone that would just confirm that Steve was an unethical prick, deserving of what laid ahead.”

  “What about your truck?”

  “What about it?”

  “Didn’t Steve notice it?”

  “No, I had hidden it a little way down.”

  “Then how did he think Randy got here?”

  “I had him tell Steve that he was on horseback.”

  “You think of everything, don’t you?”

  “I try to.”

  “So, what happened when Steve showed up?”

  “As soon as he got out of his car, I snuck up on him with a gun, then forced him to strip down nude.”

  “I bet he was mad.”

  “Yep. Especially when I had him secure his arms behind his back with his own handcuffs.”

  “That’s funny.”

  “He didn’t think so, but fuck ‘em. Before we went on our hike, I tied him to a tree while I drove his car off into the reservoir. When I got back, I forced him through the woods with a backpack filled with supplies. He was kind of like my pack mule.”

  “How did he respond to that?”

  “He was a fuckin’ cop, acting just as you would expect; chomping at the bit, cursing and threatening me the entire time. He was especially upset how I had disgraced him by making him strip down to his birthday suit. He was overweight, bald on top and his body was very hairy, so I was also calling him a fucking Sasquatch as I forced him through the woods, which only added insult to injury. When we got to where I had Randy’s cock ring tied off to a tree his attitude changed; he went from bitching and moaning to worried.”

  Wyatt laughed. “I’m sure he was. It makes me tense up thinking about what you did to Randy. And speaking of him, how did he act when y’all came walking up?”

  “He was leaning back, resting his ass against a tree with his legs apart. I had tied the rope from his cock ring high enough so he couldn’t fuck with it, but that also prevented him from lying comfortably on the ground. I could tell he was exhausted from holding himself in the awkward position for so long. I’d been gone at least a couple of hours. When he saw us, I could tell that he was relieved. I’m not sure if it was because of me, or Steve. He had probably been worried that no one was coming back and he was going to have to rip his shit apart if he wanted to live. He didn’t say anything to me, but immediately shouted out to Steve. “Look what he’s done to me, Steve. He made me call you, then left me tied to this fucking tree.”

  I pulled the backpack off Steve. “Sit your ass down.”

  He glared at me as he sat on the ground. “You’re not going to get away with this. I’m an officer of the law.”

  I laughed. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record. That’s all you’ve been threatening me with since we first started our hike.”

  “Well, it’s true.”

  “So fucking what. And you’re also a crooked piece of shit.” I kicked him in the side of the head with the bottom of my foot, knocking him on his side. “Now shut the fuck up.” I walked over to Randy. “How’s it hanging, pal?”

  He was in absolute misery. “Hey, man, please cut me loose. My legs are burning.”

  “Sure buddy.” I took a rope and tied one end to his feet and the other end to a tree. He was screaming out as his legs were being forced together—it was creating a lot of pressure on the trap. To his horror, I tied another rope around both his wrists, wrapped the other end around a tree, then stretched him out, lifting him into the air to where he was about four feet from the ground.

  Suddenly Steve jumped to his feet and took off running. He wasn’t exhausted like Randy and I really didn’t feel like fighting with him, so I shot him with a tranq’ dart. After I dragged him back, I secured him between two trees as I had done Randy. They were hanging parallel to each other with about eight feet of space between them. Their back ends were slightly drooping and their heads were hanging between their arms. I stood back and laughed; they looked like two guys at a nude resort chilling in hammocks on a Sunday afternoon, but without the hammocks of course.

  Steve would be asleep for a while and the temperature was dropping, so I built a fire between them so I could stay warm. Over the next hour or so as I laid by the fire and smoked cigarettes, Randy moaned and whined about his dick and balls and how I was wrong for what I had done to him. I just ignored him, except for the couple of times that he shouted out for help, resulting in me giving a swift tug on the rope that was tied to the trap.

  Around midnight Steve finally awoke. He immediately started flopping around to get free. I spooked him when I said, “Hey, chief, whatcha doin’?”

  His arms were stretched out above him, blocking his view of me. He raised his head and looked over his arm, noticing the top of my head. He pushed his head back as far as it would go so he could look under his arm. He was pissed when he saw me sitting by the fire cooking marshmallows. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  I held up a stick with a marshmallow. “Having a snack.”

  “Fuck you!” He looked over and noticed Randy. “Why you just hanging there? Don’t fucking give up! Try to get free. He can’t take on both of us.”

  I held up the rope that was running to Randy’s crotch. “He’s not quite as spunky as you are.”

  Steve glared at me. “You’re a sick bastard. What the fuck did I do to you?”

  “I’m glad you asked. Apparently, you stole James’ r
ocks, vandalized his house and killed his dog.”

  “Fuck if I did!”

  “Randy said you did it.”

  Randy seemed nervous. “No I didn’t.”

  I looked at him. “You lying motherfucker!”

  He wouldn’t look at me as he stared up at the stars. “No, I’m not. I didn’t tell you that.”

  Steve became angry. “You think it’s worth going to prison for this shit? You’ve already committed a few felonies. I suggest you end this now before you get yourself in more trouble.”

  I laughed. “What I’m fixing to do to you two fuckers is far beyond a few felonies. They will have to come up with a new level of offense to categorize the horrific shit that’s going to be bestowed in these here woods, partner.”

  Steve had a cocky demeanor about him as he said, “They’re going to hang your ass if you harm me.”

  I looked at him and smiled. “That doesn’t sound so bad. I’ve been worried that they would do something real fucked up, like rub alcohol on my arm before they stick the needle in.”

  “You’re a fucking wise guy, aren’t you?”

  “No. I’m just a guy having fun, hanging out with two dickheads around a nice campfire.”

  “I’m going to tell your ass one last…”

  I interrupted him by poking a red-hot branding iron to his side. He screamed out like a little bitch as burnt smelling flesh engulfed the air. Before he caused too much of a scene I sewed half of his mouth closed. I only did half so he would still be able to speak out the other side, softly of course. I looked over at Randy. “You need your mouth sewn as well?”

  “Please don’t hurt me any more.”

  “Then don’t scream out like this fuckhead.”

  “I won’t.”

  I sat down next to the fire, then pointed to the brand that I had made on Steve. “Check it out. You recognize it?”

  Randy looked over his arm. “I can’t see it.”

  “Then I will burn one on you so you can.”

  He looked under his arm to get a better look, noticing the burnt outline as it glimmered in the light cast by the fire. “Yeah. It’s the one I use to brand my hides.”

  I lit a cigarette, then took a long drag. I looked at Steve as he was holding his head back while sobbing. “Hey, buddy, you gotta four inch tall…” I looked back at Randy. “What the fuck is that?”