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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Jim shouted out. “What the fuck does that have to do with me? I didn’t have anything to do with that!”

  Seth pointed at him. “Shut the fuck up! Kenneth is trying to explain what’s going on!”

  “I haven’t done shit, so I want to know why I’m in here!”

  “Because you have no respect for animals.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t play stupid.”

  “Does this have anything to do with the Siberian Tiger?”

  Seth clapped. “Wow! You’re not as dumb as you look.”

  “Are you some type of anti-hunting nut?”

  “I’ve been called a nut plenty of times, but I don’t have anything against hunting for food. I hunt myself. In fact, I have a room full of mounted heads. They are my trophies.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “The animals I hunt are deserving. They are the lowest pieces of shit on earth.”

  “You sound like a hypocrite.”

  “Yeah, maybe, but at least my nuts aren’t nailed to a fuckin’ chair.”

  “Why the fuck do you care what I did? It’s no concern of yours, or that black motherfucker standing next to you. I didn’t kill his fucking dog, so you have no right doing this to me.”

  A few of the others jumped on Jim’s band wagon. They were yelling at Seth and getting unruly.

  Kenneth walked up to Jim and grabbed him by the ear, then started dragging him across the floor. He was frantically holding onto the chair, keeping it close to his rear so his sack wouldn’t be torn apart. Kenneth dropped him onto the floor next to Seth. “I think we need to play musical chairs with these assholes.”

  Seth laughed as he looked at Jim. “What do you think of that? Should we make all ya fuckers swap chairs?”

  Jim was lying on the floor on his side with the chair positioned under his rear as if he was sitting in it. He held up a hand. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me anymore. You’ve taught me a lesson.”

  “The lesson is coming later.” Seth raised his paper. “Where are the three stooges: Brian, Casey and Douglas?”

  Three men slowly raised their hands. They all looked to be in their late twenties.

  “Who’s who?”

  A dark haired, heavy set man with a beard waved his hand. “I’m Casey.”

  A skinny man with a bald head and handlebar mustache nodded. “Brian.”

  The other man stayed quiet. He had long black hair and a goatee. Both his ears had large gauge flesh tunnels and his arms and neck were covered in tattoos.

  Seth walked over to him. “You must be Douglas?”

  He was looking down. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe, my ass.” Seth glanced at his paper. “This says you and your butt buddies cut off a cat’s dick before you stuck him in a microwave.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “So, Kenneth is a liar?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “I tell you what. I’m going to look you up on the Internet and if you didn’t do it, I’ll let you go. But if you did, I’m going to have Kenneth cut off your dick with a pair of fingernail clippers.”

  Seth started to walk away. “Okay, okay.”

  “Okay, okay, what?”

  “I might have been there, but I didn’t do it.”

  Seth looked at the other two. “Then which one of you fuckers did it?”

  They remained quiet.

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “Cut off their dicks.”

  Casey shook his head as he held out his hands. “Hold up! If I tell you what happened, will you promise not to kill me?”

  Seth made an X with his finger on his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

  “We did it. But Douglas is the one that cut off the cat’s penis. And Brian is the one that put the cat in the microwave.”

  Douglas got mad. “You cocksucker! Don’t blame me. You’re the one that got the cat and came up with the fucking idea!”

  Brain was glaring at Casey. “Yeah, and you’re the one that turned on the microwave, you backstabbing prick!”

  As the men argued, Seth walked to the front of the room. “Where are Arul and Rajat?”

  Casey interrupted. “Can I go?”

  “What?”

  “Now that I told you, can I go?”

  “No. Now be quiet.” Seth looked around the room. “Arul! Rajat! Where’re y’all at?”

  Casey interrupted again. “You said you weren’t going to hurt me. So why are you keeping me here?”

  “I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to hurt you. I said I wasn’t going to kill you.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Seth walked over to him and whispered in his ear.

  Casey looked like he was going to cry. “Please don’t….”

  Seth put his finger across his lips. “Shhh. If you say anything, I will do it now.”

  Casey began crying hysterically.

  Seth started walking up and down between the rows of chairs. “For some reason, I can’t find Arul and Rajat. Anyone see two bastards from Saudi Arabia?”

  No one said anything.

  “These fuckers poached rhinos in Africa. They made a living from cutting their horns off and selling them on the black-market. But that’s not why they’re in here. Instead of having a tiny bit of humanity and killing the animals, they would tranquilize them, then cut off their horns and most of their faces. They purposely let them live just so they would suffer a slow and miserable death.”

  Seth walked to the front of the room. “The thing that really confuses me is why they mutilated their faces. There’s no value there, so it must have been done just out of meanness.” He looked around the room. “Does anyone see these douchebags? I really want to return the favor.”

  No one commented.

  “Okay. I have an idea that might flush them out. I want everyone to take a turn and say the phrase, you want a slushy?” He pointed to the person in the first row on the far right. “You start.”

  “Uh, you want a slushy?”

  Seth pointed to the next person.

  “You want a slushy?”

  Seth pointed to an Arabic man.

  “Yoū want a slūshy?” He had spoken with a Middle Eastern accent.

  “Say it again.”

  “Yoū want a slūshy?”

  “Again.”

  “Yoū want a slūshy?”

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “Does it sound like we’re in a 7/11?”

  He laughed. “Fuck yeah.”

  Seth pointed to the next man, another Arab. “Say it.”

  “Yoū want a slūshy?”

  “Yep. I think I found my two Arabs.”

  Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

  Seth looked at his paper. “Who’s the asshat that purposely ran over a group of baby ducks and their mother with a riding mower?”

  No one spoke up.

  “Who is Jimmy Owens?”

  No one responded.

  “Y’all motherfuckers better start answering me.”

  There was silence in the room.

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “Where’s the duck killer at?”

  Kenneth pointed to a sloppy fat man that hadn’t bathed in months. The top of his head was bald and the remaining hair encircling it was gray. He looked to be in his late fifties. Seth walked up to him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  He shrugged his shoulders.

  “I’ve got something special for your ass.”

  He looked scared. “What are you going to do?”

  “You’ll find out later.” Seth looked at his paper, then walked over to Amanda. “Wow! You’re one sick bitch. You want to tell everyone what you did?”

  She shook her head.

  “I’d be embarrassed too.” Seth looked at the group. “This sick bitch got mad at her boyfriend and killed his puppy by putting fireworks in every orifice.” He handed her a large box.

  She looked confused. “What is this?”

  “Burn cream.�
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  “What? Why are you giving me this?”

  “You’re gonna need it later when I’m done with ya. I’d go ahead and rub that shit all over yourself if I was you.”

  “Please….”

  “Shut up!” He walked over to a gothic looking woman. “And you must….”

  Gary raised his hand.

  Seth motioned for him to put it down. “I already know who you are.” He looked back at the woman. “You must be….”

  Gary interrupted again. He seemed desperate. “Will you call an ambulance?”

  Seth took a deep breath. “For what?”

  “So, I can go to the hospital and have my penis put back on.”

  “It’s not yours anymore. It’s mine.”

  Joe popped off. “What the fuck, dude! We didn’t do anything to you or Kenneth.”

  “No, but you asswads fight dogs. And if they don’t perform up to your expectations, they get abused.”

  He became angry. “We’re good to our dogs! They’re like family.”

  “I’d hate to be a part of your family if that’s what you consider good.”

  “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

  “Really? Then tell me about Titus, Butch, Ace, Rocky, Tig and Rufus?”

  His eyes got big. “How do you know about…” He realized he was saying too much. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, homes.”

  “I know more than you think.” He looked at the group. “In fact, I know everything about each of you.”

  Jim was glaring at Seth as he laid on the floor. “You said you didn’t know us.”

  “You think I’ve gotten away with this shit for so long because I’m careless? Kenneth might have put this together, but I still did my own thing in the background to ensure each of you fuckers are deserving of what’s coming.”

  Amanda was upset. “Why are you helping Kenneth? His issue is with the person that killed his dog. Not me.”

  Kenneth came to the front of the room. “I’ll tell you why. Roxie was family.” He looked at Joe and Gary. “Not the kind of family you two fuckers have. She meant everything to me.” He started walking up and down between the rows of chairs. “This young punk named Brad Johnson broke into my house when I was at work. The bastard cut off Roxie’s head and put it in the freezer with a note that said fucking jigaboos must die. The dumbass left finger prints all over my house and my neighbor’s camera had recorded him and his car’s license plate number, so the police were able to link him to the crime. He was arrested, but this judge named Randy Cox dropped the charges shortly after. Brad also had a buddy named Herb Moeller come forward, stating Brad had been with him all day. I found out later that Brad’s father, Richard, was a wealthy prick and he and Randy were friends. That’s why the charges were dropped. And, as far as his alibi, Herb was a lying fuck.”

  Kenneth leaned against a wall. “I didn’t know who Brad was until this event. And I still don’t know why he did that to Roxie or what he has against me. I tried to get the district attorney to refile the charges, but he said all the evidence had come up missing. A few days later, Brad filed a restraining order against me, then I was fired from my job. I had been a security guard at a power plant for fifteen years and had never been in trouble. Come to find out, Richard played golf with one of the owners. It didn’t take a genius to see why I had been let go. After that, Brad started harassing me. He would follow me around, and if I stopped somewhere, he would taunt me, telling me I was violating the restraining order. I finally had enough of his shit and we got into it. All I did was shove him onto his ass, but the little prick said I had beaten him with a club. The police had pictures of him with all these bruises and gashes.”

  Seth walked over to a man in his mid-twenties that looked like a spoiled brat. He was holding his head down. Seth laid his hand on his shoulder. “You want to tell them what happened next?”

  The man stayed quiet.

  “I wouldn’t either if I was in your shoes.” Seth looked around the room. “Guess what happened?”

  No one spoke.

  “Kenneth had to serve four months in jail and pay Brad restitution. When Kenneth got out, Brad started harassing him even worse. Everyone has their breaking point, and Kenneth had reached his. He started making comments on the Internet stating how he wished he could find the Angel of Death, and together they could make Brad pay in the most horrific way possible. I knew he was just blowing off steam, but after reading what happened to him and his dog, I located Kenneth and said I was game. He didn’t believe that I was the Angel of Death and thought I was just messing with him, so I cut off Herb’s head. When I showed it to him, he was convinced. After that, he jumped on the band-wagon. I’m not sure if it was because he really wanted to fuck up Brad, or if he was scared that I was going to cut off his head too. I came up with the idea to round up some other animal abusing pricks. Why stop with Brad when we can turn this into a fucking clinic. An exhibition of pain and suffering. A way to vindicate our four-legged friends who have no way to defend themselves. Kenneth and I knew we were going to have some fun doing this.” Seth laughed. “I added the fun part. Kenneth probably isn’t going to have the stomach for what I have planned for y’all. The shit I do is way beyond cruel and unusual. In fact, it’s so fucked up there’s not even a name for it.” Seth looked at the man he was standing next to. “But Kenneth is probably going to enjoy fucking you up, Brad.”

  Brad was shaking with fear. “Please have mercy. I’m sorry for what I did. Please don’t….”

  “Shut the fuck up! You will have plenty of time to whine and beg later.”

  Amanda looked worried. “What are you going to do to us?”

  “The same thing you did to the animals. Kind of an eye for an eye thing.”

  “You have no right to do this.”

  “Okay.” Seth walked up to a tall man in his early thirties. He looked like the actor Josh Hartnett. “Are you retarded?”

  The man was looking down. “No.”

  “Are you fucking evil?”

  “No.”

  “Are you on drugs?”

  “No.”

  “Then what the fuck possessed you to do such an atrocious act?”

  He didn’t say anything.

  “I want you to tell the group your name and what you did.”

  “Michael Hill. But I didn’t do anything. You have me mixed up with someone else.”

  Seth held up a news article. “So this isn’t you?”

  He looked at it, then lowered his head back down. “It’s me.”

  “It says you twisted the legs and tail off a kitten, then ripped its head off. What the fuck would possess you to do something like that?”

  He started crying. “I… I’m sorry.”

  Seth looked at the others. “I just don’t get how you fuckers can do such sadistic shit to an innocent creature.”

  Jim popped off. “You have a lot of room to talk considering all the shit you do. You’re the most sadistic piece of shit there is. And you’re no different than these assholes in here.”

  “Thanks for giving me kudos on being the most sadistic piece of shit there is. I try really hard, and it’s nice when someone acknowledges that. But what I don’t do is harm the innocent, human or animals. That’s what separates me from dirtballs like you.”

  Jim was aggravated that Seth was being condescending. “First off….”

  Seth stepped on his head, smashing it against the floor. “Hush! I’m tired of your mouth. Just lie there and be quiet.”

  “Okay, okay!”

  Seth walked across the room and stood by the gothic woman. She was covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. She had jet black hair and was wearing dark eyeliner. She was twenty-four, and the youngest of the group. “So what the fuck do we have here?”

  She had been crying so much that the eyeliner had ran down her cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m a go
od person.”

  “Really?” Seth looked at the group. “This is Kerri. This gothic bitch poured alcohol on a turtle and set it on fire. Then the dumbass put the video on YouTube. After that, she made the news, then was arrested for animal cruelty.”

  Jim was furious. “You’re going to hurt her over a fucking turtle?”

  Seth walked over to him and stood on his head with both feet. “If it would have been just the turtle, I would have probably cut off one of her tits and been done with it.”

  Jim was hitting his legs. “Get the fuck off me!”

  Seth started moving one of his feet as if he was putting out a cigarette. “But the bitch also burned several dogs and cats. The police found the videos on her computer.”

  Jim was screaming. “Okay, okay! I’ll be quiet!”

  Seth stepped off his head, then kicked his chair, causing his ball sack to tear. “But since she’s an evil bitch, yes, I’m going to hurt her… Badly.”

  Jim remained quiet as he lay on the floor.

  Seth walked over to two young men sitting in the back. “Here are some more evil bastards: Jasper and Marcus. They’re from Australia. I read about them online when they were arrested for animal cruelty. They stole a terrier puppy from an elderly couple’s RV, then took him out in a wooded area and cut him into pieces. The dipshits also recorded it on their cell phone and uploaded it to the Internet.” Seth shook his head as he looked at Kerri, Jasper and Marcus. “This younger generation isn’t very bright.”

  Jasper was twenty-five and Marcus twenty-six. They looked like punks. Marcus was on the stocky side. He had short brown hair, a thick mustache and tattoos on his arms and neck. Jasper was skinny, with an eighties mullet and an earring in each ear. He also had a mustache, but it was thin with patches of missing hair. He was covering his penis, but Marcus was letting his hang.

  Seth laughed as he looked at Jasper’s mustache. “Hey, peach fuzz, your boy here must think he’s hung. If three inches in Australia is considered big, then I’d hate to see what you’re hiding under your hands.”

  Jasper became upset. “Screw you! You don’t know shit!”

  “I know if you pop off again I’ll make you suck your buddy’s big dick.”

  Marcus wasn’t saying anything. He looked pissed.