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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Elmer looked at Seth. “You should have tinted the glass so they couldn’t see us.”

  Seth was leaning back in his chair, legs propped up on the countertop, drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette. “This pisses them off having to watch me chill while they’re bare-assed and sitting on a cold concrete floor.”

  Elmer noticed the man looked like typical white trash. “Who is this dude?”

  “Before I introduce you to him, I need to give him an attitude adjustment.” Seth picked up the control box. “Tell him to lick up the fucking sombrero.”

  Elmer looked confused. “Huh?”

  “I want him to lick up Thiago’s shit from the floor.”

  “Oh. That’s fucking nasty.” Elmer spoke into the mic. “Hey, you need to….”

  Seth interrupted. “You have to push the button first for the mic to work. It’s the red one on the base. You can also lock it in place so you don’t have to keep pressing it.”

  “Sorry.” Elmer pressed the button. “Hey, you need to lick up all the shit on the floor.”

  Buddy laughed. “You’re fucking….”

  Seth lit him up before he could finish his sentence. At first, he was hesitant as he fought the pain. Seth sat forward, grabbed the mic and shouted, “Eat that fucking sombrero, you motherfucker! Or I’m going to turn you into a pretzel.” Seth turned up the voltage.

  Buddy screamed at the top of his lungs as his body twisted around. He finally shouted, “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!”

  Over the next twenty minutes, Seth made him lick all the shit off the floor. He vomited several times, but Seth told him to leave it for the next asshole. When he was done, he stood in front of the window with his head down.

  Seth leaned back in his chair. “This is Buddy Lee Thompson. He’s the founder and leader of a small anti-government, pro-white, anarchist group called the Freedom Federation here in the US. They also had a thing for burning churches and government buildings. What got him sent here is one of those buildings had a daycare in it and several small children were killed.”

  Seth pointed to the back of the room as he looked at Buddy. “Go sit your ass back down, you fucking punk.” Seth pointed at the black man, then motioned for him to come to the window. Elmer noticed that he was tall and muscular with long dreadlocks and a thin mustache.

  “This crazy looking fucker is Jamal Keyon Madaki. He’s from Zimbabwe, and the leader of the Black Crusaders, which is nothing more than a radical militant group that forces the natives to illegally mine diamonds. His group murders anyone that gets in their way, including anyone that has witnessed what they’ve been doing. They’ve killed white people, Mexicans, Asians and blacks. Basically, if you’re human, this fucker will kill you just for crossing his path. He’s also wiped out entire villages and has killed numerous volunteers from other countries that were there doing humanitarian work.

  Seth spoke into the mic. “Do you wanna act stupid like the other two fuckheads? I have some puke that needs to be cleaned up.”

  He just stood motionless while glaring at Seth and Elmer. Elmer felt uncomfortable. “What the fuck is he doing?”

  “Thinking of ways to kill us.”

  “Send him away. He’s making me nervous.”

  Seth motioned for him to move on, then spoke into the mic. “Hui. Get your ass over here.”

  The Asian man was looking down, ignoring Seth.

  Seth spoke in English with a Chinese accent. “Hey, Chin-Kee, you come now.”

  Hui jumped to his feet, made a karate move with his hands, then charged across the room. He jumped into the air, then with a flying kick, tried to break the glass. Seth lit his ass up before he could kick the window again.

  Elmer was standing in the back of the room. He was frightened. “Where’s he at?”

  Seth stood up and looked through the window. “He’s lying on the floor right below the window.”

  “What’s he doing?”

  “I have his electrodes set on the lowest setting to keep him immobilized for now.” Seth looked back at Elmer. “You freakin’ jumped out of your chair like your balls were on fire.”

  “That scared the fuck out of me.”

  “He’s not a threat anymore, so get back over here.”

  Elmer sat down in his chair. “What the fuck set him off?”

  Seth sat down too. “I guess he didn’t like being called Chin-Kee.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “Chin-Kee is an Asian cartoon character from the 1800s with large buck-teeth, glasses, a long ponytail and wearing a black mandarin hat. The same type of character appeared in several cartoons from back in the day when cartoonist stereotyped other ethnicities. Today it’s considered racist as shit.”

  Elmer laughed. “I guess he’s seen some of those old cartoons.”

  “Yeah, one of the worst ones was Tokio Jokio by Looney Tunes.” Seth shut off Hui’s electrodes, then spoke into the mic. “Get your ass up.”

  When he stood up, he glared at Seth, made a fist, punched his other hand, then pointed at him.

  Elmer looked confused. “What did that mean?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m sure it wasn’t nice.”

  Elmer noticed Hui looked like Bolo Yeung when he played Chong Li in the movie Bloodsport. “This dude is creepy as fuck.”

  “His name is Hui Jang and he’s from China. He’s the leader of the Red Dragons, an organized crime group. He got sent here for bombing a subway station in the US, two buildings in Europe, and murdering a shitload of his own people. He’s also responsible for the disappearance of five American tourists and two reporters.”

  Hui was standing inches away from the window. Seth pointed at him. “Get the fuck away from the window and go sit back next to your butt buddies.” He made the same fist to hand gesture, then walked away. “Abbas, you’re next.”

  A skinny Arab with a long beard and wearing a keffiyeh came walking up. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He stood still while covering his private parts. Seth leaned back in his chair, then looked at Elmer. “Do you remember the parade in New York that was bombed, killing fifteen people and injuring twenty-seven?”

  He nodded. “Of course, I do. That happened last year.”

  “Well, this is the fucker that did it.”

  Elmer’s eyes opened wide. “Seriously?”

  “Yep, this is Abbas Abdul Rahman. He’s from Pakistan, and is a fucking terrorist.”

  “I remember him. I saw on the news a few months ago, that he had escaped from prison. People are pissed because he was never brought to justice.”

  “He’s going to wish he was still in prison when I get done with him.”

  “So, I take it he didn’t escape?”

  “Nope. It was staged.”

  “How long has this been in the works?”

  “A few months.”

  “I’m surprised you’re letting him wear that rag on his head?”

  “It’s funny seeing him sporting it around while being nude.”

  Abbas beat on the glass. “Your day of judgment is coming soon, infidel.”

  Seth laughed. “I left the mic on. He heard what we were saying.” He looked at him. “Hey, asshole, I’m talking to my apprentice. Don’t fucking interrupt me again.”

  “You’re going to hell for this.”

  Seth pointed down at the floor. “Get your ass down there and suck up that puke.”

  Abbas went from being calm to yelling in Urdu.

  “Speak English, raghead.”

  He turned his back on Seth.

  “I’m definitely going to have some fun with you.” Seth lit him up until he ate all the vomit, then had him sit back down with the others.

  Elmer noticed the men were staring with hateful expressions. It seemed like they were each plotting ways to kill Seth and him. “That’s a bunch of mean-looking motherfuckers you got there.”

  “Yeah, we definitely have a motley crew on our hands.”

  Elmer looke
d confused. “Like the band?”

  “No, not like the band. ‘Motley crew’ means a roughly organized assembly of characters of various backgrounds, appearances, and characters.”

  Die MF Die

  Seth looked at his watch. “It’s time to get the party started.” He slid the control box over to Elmer. “You can work that.”

  “So I don’t have to do anything to them physically?”

  “Are you wanting to?”

  “Hell no! I was worried that you were going to make me go in there.”

  “Those fuckers would eat you alive. We’re going to hang out in here and let the electrodes do the work for us.”

  Elmer took a deep breath. “Thank God.”

  Seth leaned back in his chair with the microphone, propped his feet up, then lit a cigarette. He keyed up the mic. “Hey, fuckwads, there are some supplies lying on the floor in the corner: one-by-four boards, screws, screwdrivers, box knives, several gallons of superglue, paintbrushes and a sewing kit. First, I want each of you to remove the skin on your dicks. Cut around the base, peel it off in one piece, then toss them into the basket labeled Penises. After that, use the paint brushes and coat your raw dicks with the glue to reduce bleeding.”

  No one moved.

  Elmer was staring at Seth. “Really, you’re going to start with their dicks? They’re going to go nuts.”

  “Good. And by doing this first, it will break their spirits from the get-go, making the rest of the shit they have to do be less dramatic.”

  “If you say so.”

  Seth spoke into the mic. “Get to it, or suffer the consequences.”

  Still, no one moved.

  Seth looked at Elmer. “Put everyone’s knob at seventy percent, then light their asses up until I say stop.”

  “You sure? That’s the setting that broke Thiago’s arm.”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t have time pussy footing around with these assholes.”

  “Okey-dokey. He adjusted the knobs. “Here we go.”

  “Hold up.” Seth leaned forward and started the song, Die Motherfucker Die by the band Dope. The music was so loud in the other room that some of the men were covering their ears. Seth nodded towards Elmer. “Okay, do it.”

  When Elmer turned on their electrodes, they all started flopping around on the floor as their bodies violently shook and twisted around. Seth turned off the lights so the internal arcing inside them could be seen more clearly. Their bodies looked alien-like and their illuminated arms and legs looked like electric eels as they flopped around. Over the next minute or so, the halite block room was filled with loud music and a lightshow of chaotic movement. Eventually, the movement slowed down and was replaced by screaming so loud that it could be heard over the music.

  When the song was over, Seth turned on the lights. Elmer shut off the unit, then stood, staring in disbelief. All five men were fucked up in different ways. Abbas had bones sticking out of both of his legs, and his head was cocked to the side as if he had damaged his neck.

  Hui’s face was covered in blood where he apparently hit it on the floor numerous times and his right arm had a bone sticking out through his skin.

  Jamal’s left arm was bent backwards where his elbow had been hyperextended and a bone was sticking out of his right leg.

  Buddy was lying on the floor in a twisted and unnatural way. His spine appeared to have been tweaked. His nose was smashed to the side and bleeding, and most of his front teeth had been knocked out. His left arm was broken in two places, and bones were sticking out through his skin. He seemed to be in worse shape than the others.

  Thiago’s legs were bent forward and his feet were next to his chest. The ligaments in his knees had to have been completely torn apart to allow them to be in that position.

  Seth spoke into the mic. “Get them dick skins off, or I’ll jam for the rest of the day.”

  Buddy had tears running down his cheeks. He was holding his stomach. “I’m hurting really bad. Like I’m on fire on the inside. Please help me.”

  Seth thought for a moment, then looked at where Elmer had Buddy’s control knob. “Hey, pal, you got his set way too high.”

  He noticed it was at eighty percent. “Oh shit! I thought it was at seventy percent. I messed up. Is that bad?”

  Seth laughed. “Not for us. But at that output for that long of a duration, he’s fucked.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Hey, your lithium battery pack is overheated.”

  Buddy looked scared. “Am I going to die?”

  “You will if it doesn’t cool down. The damn thing can explode if I turn your electrodes back on.”

  “Please don’t do it! I’ll do whatever you ask!”

  “Then do it.”

  He was playing dumb. “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t play stupid, asshole. You know what I want you to do.”

  He looked down. “Just forget I said anything.”

  “Do it, motherfucker, or I’ll make that pack blow a hole in your guts.”

  “Why are you picking on me?”

  “Because you moved yourself into the spotlight when you opened your mouth. Now cut off that dick skin.”

  “I… I don’t know if I can.”

  “I’m not telling you again, fuckstick.”

  He raised his right hand. “Hold on. Let me think.”

  “You don’t have time for thinking.” Seth left the mic turned on as he looked at Elmer. “Watch this shit. I’m going to blow out his guts.”

  “Are you really going to do it?”

  “Of course. He’s so worried about his dick that he’d rather have his intestines blown all over the room instead of cooperating. And the funny thing is, the battery pack is sitting in his lower abdomen, so it’ll probably blow off his dick anyway.”

  Buddy started crawling towards the supplies. “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it. Just don’t turn that back on.” He was having to drag himself across the floor due to his injuries.

  Seth shut off the mic, then laughed. “That was the motivation he needed.”

  Buddy dug through the materials and pulled out a box knife. He just sat there, deciding if he really wanted to do it as he stared at the blade. Seth lit him up for a few seconds. “Do it, fucktard!”

  The current was causing him to jerk around, inflicting an overwhelming amount of pain to his traumatized body. His hands were shaking as he started cutting around the base of his penis. His adrenaline rush was helping him overcome the pain. When he was done, he just sat there.

  “Don’t just look at it; peel the skin off. And don’t fuck it up. I have plans for it.”

  He looked at Seth in disbelief. “’I… I don’t think I can.”

  “More motivation coming up.” He looked at Elmer while leaving the mic on again. “Cook his ass on the highest setting.”

  Buddy screamed as he started pulling at the skin where he had cut it around the base. He was turning it inside out as he ripped it from his penis. When it got to his head, it tore loose, leaving his shaft raw and bloody. He tossed it on the floor, then shouted, “There, you sick son of a bitch, I did it!”

  “You’re not finished. The skin is still inside out.”

  He glared at Seth as he flipped it around. “You’re gonna pay for this!”

  “When you get done running your mouth, toss it in the basket, then coat your rod with some superglue.”

  He threw it in a basket, then started for the supplies.

  “Wrong basket, dumbass. You put it in the one for Faces. Can’t you read?”

  He was bitching to himself as he pulled it out and tossed it into the one that read, Penises.

  “Now go cover your dick with some glue. And make sure you use a paintbrush.”

  Buddy was angry as he dipped the brush in the can. “You better be glad you’re hiding behind that glass.”

  “Shut the fuck up and glaze that dick.”

  When he ran the brush down the top of his raw penis, he started blowing on it as he shouted, “Oh my Go
d! It’s burning!”

  “Stop whining and coat the whole thing.”

  “This hurts like hell, you fucking prick!”

  Jamal, Abbas and Hui had crawled back to the wall where they were originally sitting. They were horrified as they watched what Buddy had to do to his penis. Thiago was still lying on the floor since his legs were bent forward at the knees, but he was watching in horror as well.

  When Buddy was done, he started crawling back towards the group. His injuries were causing him to slither across the floor like a monster out of a horror movie, and he was moaning like one too.

  Seth yelled at him. “Hold up, what about your ball sack?”

  He paused and looked back at Seth. “What?”

  “You might as well cut the fucker off while you’re at it.”

  He became angry. “I’m not cutting off my nuts, you fucking psychopath!”

  “I didn’t say anything about your nuts. I just want your sack removed.” Seth pointed to the baskets. “When you’re done, toss it into the one that says Ball Sacks.”

  “You’re just fucking with me, right?”

  “Sure. I just labeled a basket with Ball Sacks for the fun of it. Now get your ass back over there and get to cutting before I light your ass up some more.”

  Buddy stood up. It was difficult, but he did it. His body had a twist from his spinal injury and his broken left arm was bent in two places where bones were sticking out. He smiled, displaying his bloody gums where his teeth had been knocked out. “Fuck you! I’m not playin’ along with this shit any more! You can go fuck yourself.”

  Seth looked at Elmer. “We can’t let this motherfucker’s attitude rub off on the others. We’ll have a rebellion on our hands. Light his ass up on max and blow out his fucking guts.”

  Elmer twisted the knob clockwise as far as it would go, then pressed a button. Buddy immediately fell to the ground. His body was shaking so violently that it looked like he was doing the centipede dance move, but on his back. Every time his head came down, it would slam onto the floor. His limbs were flopping around as if he was a rag doll. To everyone’s horror, his abdomen turned bright red and his skin started smoking, then a huge explosion blew intestines, feces and other body parts and fluids all over the room.