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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Elmer became aggravated. “He doesn’t have tourniquets. I’ve already said it was because of the clotting agent.”

  “Tim is right. Clotting agents don’t work like that.”

  “It’s not the same shit like at the hospital. It’s a homemade blend. And y’all have been pumped full of it. And I mean full to the brim.”

  Tim was worried. “Is that safe?”

  “I doubt it. I’m surprised none of y’all haven’t already died from a blood clot or a heart attack.”

  Tim looked as if he was going to cry. “Oh my God! Why would you do something like that?”

  “Stop blaming me. I’ve already told you I didn’t do this shit.”

  “Then who did?”

  He looked at the group. “Have y’all heard of the Angel of Death?”

  Tim nodded. “Yes.”

  “He’s the one that did this.”

  Joe knew Elmer was referring to Seth Coker, also known as The Angel of Death. He had been a notorious vigilante that the cops and FBI had been after for decades. Two years ago, the FBI had tracked him down to a house in Oregon. The house exploded and burned to the ground with Seth inside. They recovered a body and ruled the remains were that of Seth Coker. Joe knew Elmer was lying and possibly a copycat killer, or just plain psychotic. “That’s not true. He was killed two years ago by the FBI.”

  Elmer pointed at him. “Say another word and I will cut out your fucking eyes!”

  Joe looked down.

  “Now back to what I was saying. He’s the one that did this to you fuckers. I’m just here to babysit.”

  Charles raised his hand.

  “What the fuck do you want?”

  “Who is this Angel of Death person? I’ve never heard of him.”

  “I take it that gangstas don’t watch the news, read the paper, or even communicate with people that have a brain.”

  Charles glared at him. “Naw, dog, it ain’t like that. I’m street smart.”

  “You’re fucking retarded.”

  “Whatever! It is what it is. Just ‘cause I ain’t heard of this fool don’t mean I’m a fuckin’ retard.”

  Ryan looked confused. “I haven’t heard of him either.”

  “I’m sure. You spend all of your time shooting up and jacking off.”

  “You don’t know shit.”

  “I know you like to blow your load into a sock while spanking it to cartoons.”

  Ryan turned red from embarrassment. “I… Uh….”

  “Cat got your tongue, you sock rapist?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure, you don’t.” Elmer looked at the group. “For the dumbasses that have kept their heads in their asses, the Angel of Death is a really cool dude who goes around and punishes scumbags and lowlifes. From here on out, we’ll refer to this great and exemplary man simply as Seth, even though that doesn’t do him justice.”

  Tim looked confused. “Hold up! I’m not a fucking scumbag.” He looked at Ryan and Charles. “I work my ass off, own a home and pay taxes.”

  Charles flipped him off. “Screw you, white boy! You don’t know shit!”

  Tim looked at Elmer. “This Seth dude must be mistaken.”

  “He never makes mistakes—he’s perfect.”

  Ryan was upset that Elmer knew he jacked off to cartoons. “How do you know so much about me if you didn’t do this shit?”

  “I was forced to watch all of y’all to get information about your habits and routines. Seth made me do it. I had no choice.”

  Ryan became angry. “Are you some type of fucking pervert? You had no right to do that. You invaded my privacy. And look what you did to my fucking toes. You’re a piece of shit. You’re going to get what’s coming to you.”

  Tim was furious as well. “You said you didn’t have anything to do with this, but now you just said you spied on us. I think you did this shit to my legs and put this fucking collar on me.”

  “Seth is the one that set this place up and did that to you. I only brought you here.”

  Tim’s eyes got big. “What? Now you’re telling me that you abducted me also? Wow! You are more a part of this than you led us to believe. It just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? Maybe you just need to stop talking.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means you keep telling on yourself every time you open your mouth. In fact, I don’t think anyone is making you do shit.”

  Joe whistled to get Tim’s attention. He didn’t want to speak since Elmer threatened to cut out his eyes if he did.

  Tim looked at him. “What?”

  Joe covered his mouth, indicating for Tim to be quiet.

  “Fuck that. He’s just jerking us around.”

  Elmer was getting upset. “I’m telling the truth. I only spied on you and brought you here. Seth did everything else. I’m not a bad person.”

  Ryan’s jaw dropped. “Hold up! What do you mean you’re not a bad person? You cut off my fucking toes!”

  “Shit happens.”

  “What the fuck? All you can say is shit happens? What kind of fucking response is that?”

  “Hey, I’ve gone through some fucked up shit myself, so don’t get me started.”

  “You’re no saint. You’re just as bad as that Seth character. That is, if he exists.”

  Tim thought for a moment. He glared at Elmer. “Wait a minute. You made all this up. There is no person named Seth. You must be the one the cops are looking for. You’re that Angel of Death dude.”

  Elmer was getting angry. “I’m not a fucking liar!”

  “Then why didn’t you go to the police when he asked you to do this?”

  “I can’t.”

  “Bullshit! No one is forcing you to do shit.”

  Elmer raised his hospital gown and showed the group a fresh wound. It ran across the width of his abdomen and was stitched with large, black thread. “He did this to me. He implanted an exploding canister filled with acid in my abdomen that’s activated by remote control. He said he will burn me from the inside out if I go to the police or don’t do what he says.”

  Tim shook his head. “Oh shit. That’s fucked up.”

  Charles’ eyes got big. “I got an idea. If you call the cops, they will take you to the hospital. They can remove it. And I’m sure you will get some type of reward for helping us.”

  “I can’t. He booby-trapped it. They can’t even x-ray it without causing it to go off.”

  Ryan was still angry about his toes. “Why did he do that to you? Did you fuck someone in the ass or something?”

  Elmer glared at him. “Screw you. You don’t know shit.”

  Ryan laughed in a sarcastic way. “Fuck you and your power trip, Elmer fucking Fudd. You’re probably getting off on this. I bet you like staring at our nude bodies, you fucking queer!”

  Elmer’s face turned red with anger. “You just signed your death warrant, punk.”

  Charles intervened. “Hold up you two. We’re all in this together.” He looked at Elmer. “Why is Seth forcing you to do this?”

  Elmer looked sad. “A few years ago, I blamed him for something I did. He….”

  Tim interrupted. “What did you do?”

  “It’s none of your fucking business. But anyway, he made me do some things. Some real bad things to teach me a lesson. Then he let me go. He told me not to go to the police, but I did. So now I’m being punished for ratting on him after he gave me a second chance.”

  Tim’s eyes got big. “That’s good news that he gave you a second chance. That means he’s a rational person. If I can talk to him and explain that I haven’t done anything, he will let me go.”

  “I don’t think so. He has it in for you.”

  “If he gave you a second chance, he can do that for me.”

  Elmer looked down. “He is forgiving, I suppose—he could have done something worse to me.” He looked at Tim. “But for you, you’re fucked.”

  “What? Why can’t h
e give me a chance, too? What makes you so special?”

  “The shit he made me do was some disturbing shit. After that, I became mentally unstable. I wasn’t in my right mind when I went to the police. That’s a lot different than the shit y’all have done.”

  Charles held his hands out, palms up. “I haven’t done shit, so I don’t know why you keep sayin’ I have.”

  Tim got an idea. “You can go tell the cops that we’re here, then take off. Seth can’t set off the device if he doesn’t know where you are.”

  Elmer looked as if he was going to cry. “It has an internal clock mechanism. I have to check in with him so he can reset it or it will explode.”

  “How often do you have to check in?”

  “Depends on how he sets it up. He can adjust the amount of time. He does it with this wireless thingamajig. Right now, it’s set for every forty-eight hours.”

  “You can kill the bastard.”

  “I can’t do that either. He made it clear that if something happened to him I would die too since no one else would be able to stop it from exploding.” Elmer pulled the front of his sweatpants down, revealing another freshly-stitched wound across his lower abdomen. “He also put this thing in me that shocks my innards. It has numerous wires scattered throughout my stomach. He even dropped two down inside my ball sack from the inside. It’s so fucking gross. I can feel them moving around and poking my testicles.” He sat back down on his bucket and started crying. He could barely talk as he cried hysterically. “I have to do whatever he asks or he will shock me. If I go to the police or tell anyone about him, he will make me suffer. My real name is Barry, but he makes me go by Elmer Fudd because of my fat cheeks.” He covered his face with his hands. “I’m his fucking slave… his fucking bitch.”

  Tim couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Then you’re in the same boat we’re all in. Cut us loose and we’ll find a way to help you.”

  “It’s too late for you. I can’t risk him punishing me anymore, so stop trying to talk me into letting you go.”

  Tim was getting desperate. “He won’t punish you if….”

  Elmer became enraged. “The last time I went against him, he cut off my fucking dick. What the hell do you think he will do if I let you go?”

  Charles grabbed his genitals. “Oh my God! Why would he cut off your dick?” He started to panic. “Is he going to do that to me?”

  “I’m sure dick play is in the cards. He likes doing that kind of shit to assholes like yourselves.”

  Tim, Charles and Ryan became upset and started shouting at Elmer after the dick comment. Joe and Beth were being quiet, as they had been told. Jason and Henry hadn’t said a word since Elmer walked up. In fact, they had been staring downwards the entire time.

  A Dickless MF

  Everyone was still freaking out. Elmer raised his hand. “Hush! Yelling isn’t going to change anything. It’s only going to make things worse.”

  Tim looked as if he wanted to cry. “At least tell me why I am here.”

  “Because you’ve done something bad. Each of you have. Your time has come. The hour of retribution is upon you. Just like Beth said earlier, you are all damned.”

  Tim was terrified. “Oh my God! You can’t let anything happen to us. You will get in trouble too. There must be something you can do.”

  Elmer shook his head. “Even if I wanted to, it’s no use. He’s been listening to what we’re saying.”

  Charles was looking around. “How? Is he here?”

  Elmer pulled the neck of his gown downwards, revealing a device sewn to his upper chest. “He sewed a transmitter to me.”

  Joe was shaking his head. He was fed up with the lies. “This is all bullshit. No one is listening. The Angel of Death was killed in Oregon during a standoff with the FBI. This is your doing.”

  Elmer became aggravated. “I told you not to say anything.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “Yes, you are. And you’re also fucking clueless.” He stood up and glared at him. “And I have no use for cops, especially crooked ones.”

  Joe’s eyes got big. “Crooked? I haven’t done anything.”

  “Crooked and a liar.”

  “You’re mistaken.”

  “So, it wasn’t you that’s been going around raping people?”

  Joe was caught off guard. “I… I haven’t raped anyone.”

  “Oh, then it must be some other lowlife cop named Jose Alberto Del Castillo the third that’s been sticking his dick in underprivileged women that live on the streets of Houston… my bad.”

  Tim became angry and blurted out. “Am I being punished because of that piece of shit?”

  “No. You’re being punished because you’ve been sticking your dick in your eight-year-old daughter.”

  Tim’s eyes opened wide. He felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. At first he didn’t know how to respond. He was now in the spotlight and everyone was staring at him. “That’s not true. You’re making that up. I would never do that to my daughter.”

  Ryan glared at Tim. “I knew it. You are a fucking rapist. What a piece of shit.”

  Elmer shook his head. “And that folks is an example of the pot calling the kettle black.”

  Ryan looked confused. “What does that mean?”

  “It means, when you’re not raping a sock, you’re raping your son.”

  Ryan looked down. “That’s not true.”

  “Sure, it is, asshole. That’s why you’re looking away.” Elmer looked at Henry. “You’ve sure been quiet. But I guess I would be too if I had been having sex with my disabled daughter for the last thirty-three years.”

  Henry was holding his head down. He didn’t respond.

  Charles had a strange expression. “Hold up! Sounds like these assholes are in here for sexual crimes. I haven’t raped or molested anyone.”

  “True. You just murdered a few people. And speaking of killing…” Elmer looked at Jason. “This sorry bastard killed his own mother.”

  Jason didn’t say a word as he stared at his lap.

  Elmer looked at Beth. “And worst saved for last. Do you want to tell everyone why you’re here?”

  She quickly responded while looking down. “I drowned my baby in the bath tub.”

  Elmer started clapping. “That takes balls to admit to such a heinous act.” He looked at the others. “And for the rest of you lying sacks of shit, each one of you will face your sins in one way or another.”

  Henry started crying. “What are you going to do?”

  “The fat man can speak. Congratulations.” Elmer walked over to the saw. “Before I get to that, I need to explain what all of this equipment is.” He laid his hand on the saw. “This is an industrial radial arm saw; modified of course for just such a special occasion. It’s mounted on a track system so it can travel back and forth from table one to table seven, and it can boom out over the tables. The blade is set an eighth of an inch higher than the table tops and the blade can reach all the way to each of your heads. It’s controlled by a computer and….”

  Tim looked confused. “Hold up! What are you saying?” He looked at the saw, then his expression changed to a grimace of terror. “Oh my God! You’re planning on cutting us in half.”

  Everyone started panicking. Elmer shouted, “Hush! I’m not done explaining how this all works!”

  Jason started screaming like a little girl while rocking back and forth. Elmer walked over to him. “Stop acting like that.”

  He kept rocking as he made high-pitched screams.

  “Stop it! You’re acting like a retard.”

  “Get the fuck away from me, you fucking psycho!”

  Elmer grabbed his penis and started pulling on it as hard as he could. Jason screamed at the top of his lungs as he held onto Elmer’s wrists, pulling them back towards him to relieve the tension. They looked like two kids fighting over a Stretch Armstrong toy, and as they fought with each other, Jason’s penis was being gruesomely s
tretched. Jason’s eyes were huge as he fought with Elmer. “Please stop! You’re fucking killing me! Oh my God, you’re going to tear it! I beg….” Suddenly, Elmer fell on his backside.

  Jason immediately started shouting, “Oh my God! You ripped off my dick! Someone please help me!”

  Elmer stood up and tossed the organ onto Jason’s lap. “At least you’re not going to bleed to death thanks to the clotting agent. Now shut the fuck up or I will rip off your balls next.”

  Jason glared at him with hate as he shouted, “Fuck you! I’m going to kill you for this!”

  “I told you to shut up.” Elmer pulled out an ice pick and poked Jason in the throat.

  Jason covered the hole with his hand. He could feel air coming out of it as he exhaled. When he tried to speak, a sharp pain shot through his neck and his voice sounded raspy. “Oh shit! You fucked up my vocal cords, you motherfucker.”

  “Speaking of motherfucker, I heard you fucked yours after you killed her. Is that true?”

  Jason looked away. “Leave me alone.”

  “Hey, sicko, do you like fucking dead mothers?”

  “Get the fuck away from me.”

  Elmer laughed. “A dickless motherfucker. That’s what we have here, folks.”

  Jason reached out and grabbed Elmer as he shouted muffled screams. Elmer took the ice pick and started thrusting it into Jason’s body like a crazed maniac. At first, Jason tried to block the blows, but Elmer jabbed holes in his hands and arms until they fell limp from trauma. He didn’t miss a beat as he continued pounding holes in Jason’s body. After two hundred plus punctures, Jason fell to his back and became lethargic. Elmer jabbed the ice pick into his chest, leaving it in place. “Now I bet you will keep your fucking mouth shut.”

  Jason could barely speak. “Please kill me.”

  Elmer laughed. “All in due time, you fucking prick.” He looked at the rest of the group who were staring in horror. “Anyone else want a pokin’?”

  No one responded.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  Elmer walked over to the saw. “Now back to what I was saying. This thing is automated. It’s programmed to cut each of you down the center of your legs, from your feet to your hips. It might only cut a short distance, or to your knee. It might even cut all the way to your hip. It’s unpredictable. The saw will start at table one. After it cuts into one of Tim’s legs, it will move to Henry, then Ryan and so on. Once it’s done with Beth, it will start back over with Tim. The blade might go back into the same cut, cutting more of his leg, or it might start on his other leg. It’s also programmed to cut into the crotch after the legs have been cut.”