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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Marcus ran up to the camera and yelled. “You’re a sadistic son of a bitch!”

  “That means a lot from someone who ripped out a woman’s eye to save his own ass.”

  “Fuck you! If you had any balls, you’d come out here and face me like a man.”

  Seth laughed, then started the drill, twisting Michael’s ring finger off. His ligaments twisted into knots inside his arm like the others had done. Seth tossed the finger onto the floor, then did the next finger, then the next. Michael’s body was flushed and he was sweating profusely as he screamed at the top of his lungs. When Seth was done with all of his fingers on that hand, including his thumb, he burned the wounds to stop the bleeding. His arm looked like it had twisted rubber bands under the skin from where the ligaments had bunched up. Seth lit a cigarette, then started on his other hand.

  Michael was begging for Seth to stop, but he ignored him as he twisted off one finger after another.

  Kenneth came into the room pushing a four-wheeled dolly. He left it by the door and walked over to Seth. “Hey! I’m back.”

  Seth couldn’t hear him over Michael’s screams. He stopped the drill. “What was that?”

  “Just lettin’ ya know I was back.” He looked at Michael’s hands and arms. “Damn, dude! That’s some twisted shit!” He laughed. “No pun intended.”

  Seth started the drill.

  Kenneth noticed Seth had a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and his expression said he didn’t have a care in the world. “It amazes me how you can do this kind of shit like it’s no big deal. It’s like a job to you.”

  Seth shut off the drill. “Sorry. I couldn’t hear you over this pussy’s screaming.”

  “It was nothing important. But I did get the Rigid pipe threader, hammer drill and anchors that you wanted.”

  “Good. If you want, go ahead and set up the threader in the center of the room and anchor the legs to the floor.”

  “Will do.” Kenneth walked off.

  Seth knelt by Michael’s feet with the drill. “You ready to have your toes twisted off?”

  He had already suffered immensely and was at his limit. He was panicking as he looked down. “Please don’t! I beg you! Please have mercy!”

  He chucked his left pinky toe in the drill. “Did you show that animal mercy when you twisted off its legs?”

  “I’m sorry. You’ve already gotten me back. You took my balls and my fingers. That should be enough. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I can’t take the pain.”

  “I’m sure the kitten didn’t like the pain either, but you didn’t stop, so I’m not going to stop.” Seth looked up at him. “In fact, we’re just getting started. And just to let you know so you can ponder on it, I’m going to twist off your dick later.”

  Horror overcame Michael. “Oh my God! Please don’t! I will do anything you ask if you don’t do that!”

  Seth thought for a moment. “Okay. If you twist off all your toes, I’ll save your dick.”

  “I… I, uh…” He closed his eyes as he thought about it. “Yes. I will do it.”

  Seth got excited. “What a sport!” He looked at Kenneth. “Bring the vice over here, please. It’s the large one.”

  He set it onto the floor next to Seth. “What are you up to?”

  “Giving Michael a chance to save his precious ding-a-ling.” He slid the vice up to Michael’s left foot, then clamped the drill in it, which was still attached to his pinky toe. He taped the male cord cap from the drill to Michael’s right hand, then taped the female cord cap of an extension cord to his left hand. “There you go. I locked the trigger in the ‘on’ position, so all you have to do is plug those in and it will start.”

  Jasper and Marcus were pacing back and forth. Amanda was still sitting against the wall pouting. Arul and Rajat were at the other end of the hallway looking for a way to escape. Paul was sleeping. Jim was sitting in the wheelchair watching the monitor, knowing Seth was just playing mind games with everyone. He was boiling with anger because his arms had been cut off. Now what was he going to do, he thought? He couldn’t imagine living like a cripple after the life he had lived. As he thought about it he became so upset that he yelled at Seth. “I hope someone fucking kills you very slowly, you piece of shit! If your mother is alive, I hope she dies a painful death just for giving birth to your sorry ass!”

  Seth said something to Kenneth, then left the room. A few minutes later, Rajat and Arul came running down the hallway, followed by Seth. When Jasper and Marcus saw him, they wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go. They both started kicking a door that went into one of the rooms with a large window. When Rajat and Arul came running up, they started kicking at it to. Seth was walking as if he didn’t have a care in the world as he whistled a tune. Right before he got to them, the door busted open. They ran in and slammed it shut. Paul had been asleep, and when he noticed what was going on, he covered his head with his hands as he lay on the floor. Amanda was sitting with her back against the wall. She didn’t move as Seth walked up to Jim. He grabbed the handles on the wheelchair and pushed him down the hall as he continued to whistle. Jim was yelling for help as they disappeared into the dark. Arul cracked open the door to make sure it was clear, then the men came out of the room.

  Paul was confused. “What the fuck just happened?”

  Amanda was shaking her head. “The tough guys left us out here to save their asses.”

  Marcus was pissed. “Screw you, bitch! You don’t know shit!”

  “I know you told him if he had the balls, he should come out here and face you like a man. Well, you had your chance, but scurried away like a scared little rat.”

  “Fuck you!”

  She laughed. “And you even have two sets of balls.”

  Paul pointed at the monitor. “Check it out.”

  Seth had rolled Jim into the room where Michael was. Kenneth walked over to him. “Why did you bring him in here?”

  “For running his mouth.”

  “You would figure these fuckers would learn to keep their mouths shut.”

  “I saw a yellow and blue baby walker in the storage room on the first floor. The round type with toys all the way around it. Will you go down there and get it?”

  “Sure.” He left the room.

  Seth dragged Jim on top of a table and strapped him down. Amanda was upset as she watched the monitor while listening to Jim beg for mercy. She glared at Marcus. “You bastard! You let Seth take Jim without even trying to stop him.”

  “You better watch your fucking mouth. I don’t want to hurt a woman, but I will.”

  She pointed to her eye. “You already have, asshole! But you sure didn’t have the balls to stand up to a man.”

  Marcus raised his fist and was going to punch her, but Arul got between them. “Fighting with each other isn’t the solution.”

  Jim started screaming, getting everyone’s attention. They watched in horror as Seth cut off Jim’s right leg at the knee with a hacksaw, sewed the end closed, then did the same thing to his other leg.

  Kenneth came in as Seth was bandaging Jim’s stubs. He set the baby walker onto the floor. “What are you planning on doing with this?”

  “It’s for Jim. Help me put him in it.”

  Seth and Kenneth set Jim in the center of it, then Seth began stitching the flesh around his waist to the plastic top of the walker. Jim couldn’t do anything to fight back since his arms had been cut off. He just sat there and screamed. When Seth was done, he stuck a plastic dunce hat on his head, then sewed it in place.

  Kenneth was shaking his head as he looked at Jim. It was disturbing seeing a grown man with no arms and short legs sitting nude with a dunce hat in a baby walker. Seth rolled him to the door. “Get the fuck out of here, dipshit.”

  Jim was bitching as he disappeared into the dark.

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  Amanda became upset when she saw Jim coming down the hallway. She ran up to him. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry for what that bastard has done to you.”


  Jim was in a lot of pain. “Please get me out of this.”

  Marcus noticed the stitching around his waist. “We can’t. He has sewn you to it.”

  “No shit. Cut me loose.”

  Jasper knelt beside him. “We don’t have anything to cut the thread.”

  Raul started looking around the floor. “I’ll try to find some broken glass.”

  Paul got on his knees to see if he could reach the thread with his teeth, but there wasn’t enough space between Jim and the walker. Amanda tried to remove the dunce hat. “The fucker has sewed this to his head.”

  Jim started crying. “Look what he’s done to me! I’m a fucking freak!”

  Amanda ran up to the camera and started yelling, “You’re a sorry motherfucker! You’re going to pay for this!”

  Seth ignored her as he stood in front of Michael. The drill was still in the vice and attached to his left pinky toe. Seth pointed to the cords in his hands. “When you plug these in, the drill will rip off your toe.”

  Michael had a solemn look. “I, uh… Well, I’ve been thinking, and….”

  “You’re not backing out on me, are you?”

  He started crying. “Please let me go. I want to go home. I’m sorry for what I did.”

  Seth was aggravated as he looked at Kenneth. “That little bastard in the walker cost me the motivation Michael had going. I should go cut off his fucking dick.” Seth looked at Michael. “And speaking of dicks, I guess I’ll go ahead and twist yours off since you’re being a bitch.” He latched onto it with a pair of pliers.

  Michael started shaking his head. “No, no, no! Please don’t do it!”

  Seth smashed the head of his penis a little. “Ten toes for a wiener. Make your choice.”

  He screamed as he plugged in the cords. The drill instantly ripped off his toe, and as it flopped around in the end of the drill, the tendons were being twisted inside his foot like his fingers had done in his hands.

  Seth tossed the pliers onto the floor. “Excellent job, pal. You can unplug the cords now.” He cauterized the bleeding hole, then moved the drill to his next toe. “Ready whenever you are.”

  Michael was breathing heavily. “Can I have a minute.”

  “Hell no.”

  “I can’t do it.”

  Seth picked up the pliers. “Am I going to have to threaten to rip off your dick each time?”

  “I’ll do it. Just give me a minute.”

  He grabbed his penis with the pliers and smashed his head until blood ran out of the piss hole. “Do it, fuck stick!”

  Michael screamed.

  Seth started smashing it harder. “I’m not stopping until you do it!”

  Michael plugged in the cords, causing his toe to be twisted off. Seth moved the setup to his next one. Michael plugged in the cords before Seth even picked up the pliers. He did the same thing with the next one. Michael was hesitant doing his big toe. It grossed him out thinking about twisting it off since it was so big. The top of his foot was bruised and had twisted and bunched up ligaments under the skin. It looked alien-like. He was feeling sick as he looked at it. “I can’t do it. Please don’t make me.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I said I was sorry. Please stop hurting me.”

  Seth gripped his penis with the pliers and started twisting it. “Do it, or it’s gone.”

  “Oh my God! Please let go of my dick!”

  Seth followed through with his threat, twisting it off at the base.

  Michael was horrified. He couldn’t believe Seth had actually done it. His mindset changed from being scared to angry. “You fucking bastard! You’re going to pay for this!”

  “Not by you.”

  “One of these days you’re going to get caught.”

  “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but either way you’re going to plug in them cords.”

  “Fuck you! You can’t make me do shit!”

  “You think so?”

  “I fucking know so!”

  Kenneth was standing behind Seth. “Sounds like he’s not going to do it since you can’t use his dick for leverage anymore.”

  “That’s what he thinks, but I have other tricks up my sleeve.”

  Michael glared at Seth. “You can go fuck yourself!”

  Seth handed Kenneth a torch. “Cauterize his pussy so he doesn’t bleed to death, then remove the cords from his hands.”

  Michael fought the urge to scream. “Fuck both of you! I’m not giving y’all the satisfaction of begging anymore.”

  Seth laughed. “Yeah you will.”

  “Fuck if I will! You might as well go ahead and kill me! I don’t give a fuck anymore!”

  Seth removed the drill from the vice and put a large knife in its place where the blade was sticking up. “Now I want you to cut off the rest of your toes by sliding them against the knife.”

  Michael laughed sarcastically. “You’re fucking insane!”

  Seth left for a moment, then came back with a strange-looking device. He held it up so Michael could see it. It looked like a four-bladed paddle bit that is used for mixing paint, but each of the paddles had curved barbs. “Guess what this is?”

  “Something you can shove up your ass?”

  Seth laughed as he mounted it into the drill. “You’re half right. It does go in the ass, but not mine.”

  “What?”

  “Yep. I’m going to shove this up your bunghole, and when I start the drill the barbs are going to hook into your rectum. And guess what’s going to happen then?”

  Michael looked worried. “I, uh….”

  “It’s going to rip your anus loose as it starts twisting your intestines. And I’m not going to stop there. I’m going to keep drilling until your guts are all knotted up.”

  Kenneth was shaking his head. “What’s the deal with wanting to twist shit?”

  “Because this fucker likes twisting shit.”

  Michael was staring at the paddle bit. “Okay, okay! What do you want me to do?”

  “Cut off your big toe by sliding it on the knife, then do all the other ones on your right foot.”

  He started getting nauseous as he looked at the knife. “I… I don’t think I can do it.”

  “Sure, you can.”

  He started crying. “Please don’t make me.”

  Seth walked behind him. “You might feel a little pressure.”

  “Hold up! You don’t have to do this! I’ll do it with the drill!”

  Seth now knew he had a phobia of being cut with a knife. “Naw, I think we’re going to stick with this setup.” He shoved the paddle into his ass.

  Michael screamed. “Oh fuck! You’re ripping me!”

  Kenneth laughed because the paddle was about three inches in diameter. “Feel a little pressure my ass. You’re probably ripping him.”

  Seth laughed too. “I know. I’m sure this feels like he’s at the proctologist getting a colonoscopy.”

  “Yeah, with a freakin’ baseball bat.”

  Michael’s eyes were huge. “Please get it out!”

  “Slice off your big toe and we’ll talk about it.”

  He moved his foot towards the blade, then jerked it back. “I can’t! Please don’t….”

  Seth pulled the trigger, causing the curved barbs to hook into the inside of his rectum, then released the trigger. “How’s that feel, pal?”

  Michael was hollering as he moved his hips around. “Oh my God! Please get it out! It’s killing me!”

  “If you think this is painful, wait until I rip your ass loose.”

  “Please don’t do it! I beg you!”

  “Then slice off your big toe.”

  He placed his toe next to the sharp blade, then started moving his foot up and down. Before the blade made it to his bone he jerked it back. “I can’t do it! Oh my God! Please have mercy!”

  Seth started the drill, ripping his anus from its supporting structures.

  Michael was screaming at the top of his lungs as Seth turned the bit at a slow speed.
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  Kenneth was standing off to the side with a disturbed expression. He had to shout over Michael’s screaming. “What the hell are you doing to him?”

  Seth yelled back. “Twisting his intestines.”

  “How is that possible?”

  Seth pulled back on the drill, allowing some of Michael’s rectum to come out. Kenneth noticed the organ was turning with the drill. “That’s fucking sick.”

  Seth shoved it back in. “And the longer I rotate it, the more it’s going to knot up.”

  Michael was horrified as he looked at his stomach and sides. He could see his skin grotesquely moving around as if he had snakes flopping around inside of him.

  Kenneth noticed it too. “Why is his skin moving?”

  “As his intestines are rotated, they’re bunching up and pushing on his abdominal wall.”

  Michael finally shoved his big toe against the knife and started working it up and down. When he got to the bone he shouted, “It won’t cut through the bone! I can’t do it, but I’m trying!”

  Seth shut off the drill, leaving it hanging from his rear, then walked in front of him. “Kick the vice.”

  Michael was crying. “What?”

  “Kick the vice until you can break the bone. Then you can finish cutting it off.”

  Out of desperation he started slamming his big toe into it. When the bone broke, he shoved the blade back into the gash and started working his foot around. He was screaming as he stared in horror. When his toe fell to the floor, he started on his other foot. With each toe, he had to break the bone on the vice before he could get it severed. He was sweating profusely and he was white as a ghost.

  Kenneth had become sick and was off in the corner of the room vomiting. Seth was sitting on a stool smoking a cigarette. When Michael was done with the last toe, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, then his head fell forward. Kenneth came walking up. “Is he dead?”

  Seth cauterized his toes, then stood up. “No. Just passed out from all the excitement.” He injected him with the automatic injection syringe. “But he’ll be back with us here in a moment.”