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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Barry laughed. “I take it you’re done playing pin the bone?”

  Seth ignored him as he started cutting Patrick with a knife. He was cutting him from head to toe as Patrick rolled around on the floor hollering out muffled screams.

  Confusion overcame Barry. “What the fuck are ya doin’?”

  Seth continued to ignore him. He holstered his knife, then started ripping Patrick’s skin off. He was showing no mercy as he violently ripped him apart. He looked like a madman skinning an animal alive.

  Barry looked worried. “Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?”

  Within a few minutes, Seth had completely skinned Patrick. Barry was horrified as he looked at him. He was covered from head to toe in blood standing in a pile of ravaged flesh. Patrick was laying at his feet. He looked like one of those human anatomy models that show the muscles. Barry thought he was dead until he noticed his eyes were moving around in their sockets.

  Seth grabbed Patrick by the foot and dragged him to the door. When he opened it, the nighttime air came rushing in. It smelled like freshly-plowed farmland. The wind was making a howling sound as Seth stood in the doorway looking at Barry. “I wonder if pricks can fly.”

  Barry shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what that means.”

  Seth threw Patrick out into the dark.

  “Oh shit! I can’t believe you did that.” Barry ran up to the door and looked out. He laughed. “Well, I guess they can’t fly.”

  “I wasn’t talkin’ about him, dumbass.” Seth kicked Barry in the back as he was looking out the door. The wind instantly sucked him out like he was jumping out of an airplane. He screamed as he disappeared into the darkness. Seth shut the door, then lit a cigarette.

  The Big-Dick Clown

  Seth went up front and sat down in the passenger seat. Wyatt noticed he was covered in blood. “Damn, dude! What the hell have y’all been doin’ back there?”

  “Takin’ care of Patrick.”

  “Is he alive?”

  Seth shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows?”

  Wyatt looked towards the back of the RV. “Where’s numbnuts?”

  “Probably laying in the bar ditch.”

  His eyes got big. “What the hell did you do?”

  “I got tired of his shit and tossed his ass out the door.”

  Wyatt started slowing down. “We can’t just leave him there.”

  “Fuck him. Keep goin’.”

  “What if he tells the cops what we’re doing?”

  “I’m sure he will if he didn’t break his fucking neck.”

  “We have to go back. He knows too much.”

  Seth took a deep breath. “Fuck!” He keyed up on the two-way radio. “K-Dog.”

  A few seconds later he answered. “Go ahead.”

  “What’s your twenty?”

  “Just picked up our next package on the west side of Abilene and waiting for y’all on 495.”

  “Listen up. Leave the package in the trees. We’ll deal with it when we get there. I need you to double back and find Spanky. He should be around….” Seth looked at Wyatt. “It was fucking dark. I’m not sure where he would be.”

  “When did you throw him out?”

  “Right before I came up here.”

  Wyatt grabbed the mic. “There’s a place called Southwest Truck and Trailer off Highway 20 coming into Abilene. You can’t miss it. The parking lot is full of big-rigs. He should be about a mile after it.”

  Seth grabbed the mic. “If the fucker is alive, feel free to cut his throat.”

  Wyatt took it back. “Ignore that. Just pick his ass up regardless if he’s dead or alive and meet up with us later.”

  “I’m not even going to ask what the hell y’all crazy white fuckers are doin’.”

  Seth motioned to Wyatt. “Tell him to send me the coordinates where he leaves Darren.”

  He keyed up. “Seth said send the coordinates where you leave the package.”

  “Will do.”

  Wyatt looked at Seth. “Wow! Barry must have really pissed you off.”

  “The fucker just doesn’t know when to shut up.”

  “I can’t believe you actually threw him out of the RV.”

  Seth laughed. “You should have heard him as he flew through the air. He was screaming like a girl.”

  Wyatt was looking at all the blood on Seth. “What did you do to Patrick?”

  “Made a fuckin’ mess out of him. Then threw his ass out too.”

  “Damn, dude! What’s going on?”

  “Not sure. It’s been a real odd day. Shit just ain’t going right.” Seth looked out the window and quietly said as he gritted his teeth, “Fuckin’ little bastard.”

  “What was that?”

  “Just thinking of Barry.”

  Wyatt thought he needed to get Seth’s mind off Barry. “So, what’s the story on this Darren dude that we’re picking up?”

  “He a real fuckbag. He’s out on parole for molesting a seven-year-old boy. He kidnapped the kid from a park while disguised like a clown.” Seth opened a folder and flipped to a picture of a man. He handed it to Wyatt. “That’s Darren Cook.”

  He noticed he looked like a freak. He was short and fat with pink hair. He had piercings in his eyebrows, nose and bottom lip, and he was wearing black eyeliner and mascara. “This dude gives me the creeps.”

  “I know.” Seth stood up. “I’m going to go clean this blood off.”

  “We’re not too far from 495.”

  He sat back down. “Fuck it! I’m probably just going to get covered in more shit anyway.”

  A few miles down the road, Wyatt turned onto 495. It was a rural road out in the middle of nowhere. “Where did Kenneth leave Darren?”

  Seth typed the coordinates that Kenneth had sent him into his GPS. “There’s a dirt road at the corner coming up. Follow it. I’ll tell you when we’re getting close.”

  “How are we going to hide this big ass RV?”

  “I’m looking at Google Maps on my phone. There’s a wooded area next to a pond. It looks like we can park there.”

  Wyatt started driving down a road that was grown up with vegetation. “Are you sure this is right? It looks like a dirt path.”

  “Yep.”

  “Why in the fuck was Darren way out here?”

  “He wasn’t. Kenneth picked him up at his sister’s house. She lives a few miles back down the highway. He was just waiting for us on 495.” Seth pointed. “Pull in right here.”

  Wyatt drove through an opening in some trees and parked. “This is definitely off the beaten path.”

  Seth got out. “Let’s go grab Darren. He’s not far from here.”

  They took off walking through some brush. They walked out a hundred-feet, then Seth stopped. “He should be right around here.”

  Wyatt’s light struck a man under a cedar tree. His arms were tied behind his back and his legs were tied together. He had a chain around his neck that was secured to the tree and his mouth was duct taped. His eyes were huge as he stared back. “Found him.”

  Seth noticed Darren’s black eyeliner and mascara had smeared all over his face and his hair was green instead of pink. He laughed. “He looks like a fat version of the joker.”

  “This dude looks like he’s in his mid-thirties.”

  “Yep, thirty-four.”

  “Isn’t he too old to be doing the emo thing?”

  “What do you expect from a fucking child molester?”

  Darren jerked at his restraints as he yelled curse words and threats through the tape.

  “Cool. I like it when they’re spunky.” Seth unhooked the chain from the tree, then started dragging Darren by the neck as Wyatt followed. When they got in the RV, they laid him on one of the stainless-steel tables and strapped him down.

  Seth pulled out a knife and started cutting off his clothes.

  “Are we doin’ this now?”

  “Why not? We’re already in a secluded area where no one can hear him scream.
”

  “What kind of shit are you going to do to him?”

  “For starters, make sure he never will be able to stick his dick in another kid.”

  Darren’s eyes opened wide after that comment. He was desperately trying to talk as Seth cut off his boxers. Wyatt started to remove the tape across his mouth, but Seth motioned for him to stop. “Leave it on.”

  “Do you not want to hear what he has to say?”

  “Not really. We already know he’s a fucking molester, and anything that comes out of his mouth will be a lie.”

  “I thought you always gave these fuckers a chance to prove their innocence?”

  “No need in doing that with him, or rest of the scumbags, we’re going after. The files Bill gave me are all I need. And before you ask, I confirmed it was all accurate before we started this trip.”

  “That’s good. It’ll save us time.”

  “Sure, in the fuck will. That’s the best part about this trip. We get to fuck up these assholes as fast as we can pick ‘em up.” Seth held up a can of expanding foam so Darren could see it. “Would you like to have a big dick? This stuff will make your shit as big as an elephant’s trunk.”

  He mumbled through the tape.

  “I can’t tell what you’re saying. Just blink for yes.”

  His eyes were filled with horror as he fought to keep them open. Seth lit a cigarette, then blew smoke in his face. His eyes instantly began to burn as they filled with tears. He was fighting with everything he had to keep them open. Suddenly, he blinked.

  “Excellent choice.” Seth grabbed his penis and shoved the long nozzle on the can into his urethra as far as it would go. The end stopped in his lower abdomen where the urethra makes a sharp turn upwards towards the prostate.

  Darren was holding his head up and yelling at Seth through the tape.

  “Okay, okay. I know you can’t wait. I’m trying to hurry.” He pressed the trigger and started pumping in foam. At first, there was some resistance, then a pop could be heard.

  Darren threw his head back and started screaming as much as he could through the tape.

  Wyatt looked confused. “What was that popping sound?”

  “The foam busted through his urethra.”

  “Where’s it going now?”

  “It’s pumping into his abdomen.”

  “Did you do that on purpose?”

  “Yeah.”

  “For what?”

  “I’m just curious how many cans I can get in him.” Seth set the empty can down and stuck in a new one.

  “Won’t that kill him?”

  “Not anytime soon, unless the foam causes too much pressure on his heart.”

  All the muscles in Darren’s body were flexing as he endured the pain. His blood pressure was so high that his eyes were bloodshot as he screamed and begged Seth to stop. Seth set the empty can down next to the other one. He looked at Darren. “Don’t worry. I’ll have enough foam left for your dick.” He started pumping in another can.

  Wyatt could see Darren’s abdomen swelling. “Is he going to pop?”

  “I’m not sure. Never done this much before.”

  “I don’t want to be around if he does.” He stepped back.

  “It’ll take an hour or so for the foam to expand to its full potential, so it’ll be fine for now.”

  “Oh. Just don’t fuck around too long so we don’t have to find out.”

  The pain from the foam filling his abdomen became so intense that Darren was throwing his head around as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

  Seth slammed the empty can down next to the other ones. “Alright, you impatient bastard! I’ll do your dick next.” He picked up a new can. He stuck the nozzle in him to where the tip was at the base of Darren’s penis, then started pumping in foam. He looked at Wyatt. “Go grab the stapler. It’s the kind for paper.” He pointed to a cabinet. “It’s in there.”

  He brought it over. “What do you want me to do?”

  “When I pull out the nozzle, staple the end of his dick.”

  “Uh… I don’t know if I can do that.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it.” Seth pulled out the nozzle and grabbed the stapler. He quickly stapled Darren’s urethra closed, then he started punching in one staple after another until the head of his penis was flat.

  Wyatt felt bad. “I’m sorry I froze. It’s just been a while since I’ve been around this kind of stuff.”

  “Don’t sweat it.”

  “When Missy called me and asked if I wanted to help with this assignment, I couldn’t wait. I really do want to help. Just don’t get upset with me like you do with Barry.”

  “Barry is an idiot. He gets off on this shit for the wrong reason.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think he wants to be a serial killer. And I’m not talking about the kind of shit I do, but Jeffrey Dahmer kind of shit.”

  “You think so?”

  “Maybe. That’s why I let him come on this trip. I need to determine if he’s lost it.”

  “Wow! I didn’t know that.”

  “If the fucker didn’t break his neck, keep an eye on him. I still don’t trust the fucker.”

  “Good to know.” Wyatt noticed Darren’s penis was doing something strange. It had stretched about twice its length, but it was grotesquely curving upwards and back onto itself, making a U-shape. He nodded towards it. “Check that out. Why’s it doing that?”

  “The foam is only expanding in his urethra along the bottom of his penis. That’s why it’s curving like that.”

  “It looks like it’s going to burst.”

  Seth looked at Darren. His face was covered in a mixture of tears and mascara, and snot bubbles were blowing out of his nose as he lay crying like a baby. “Check out your dick.”

  He didn’t move.

  Seth noticed he was on the verge of passing out, so he injected him with adrenaline. Within seconds, he became alert. Seth grabbed his hair and pulled his head up so he could see it. “Check out what your dick got you into.”

  His eyes opened wide as he stared in horror.

  Seth laughed. “It looks like one of those balloons that clowns use to make animals and shit.”

  He mumbled through the tape as he stared at Seth with sadness.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  He shook his head as he continued to mumble.

  “Oh. And you want a hat to go along with your clown dick. An ass-hat you say? I’ll see what I can do.”

  Darren was shaking his head as he mumbled, “No, no, no!”

  Wyatt knew Seth was just messing with Darren. “What the hell is an ass-hat?”

  “Help me flip him over and I’ll show you.”

  After they laid him on his stomach, Seth took a specially-designed tool and shoved it in his ass. He pulled a lever, extending some steel teeth, then ripped out his rectum.

  The tape covering Darren’s mouth came loose. He was finally able to plea with Seth. “Oh my God! I beg you to….”

  Seth covered his mouth with a new piece of tape. “Be patient. I’m working on your damn hat as fast as I can.” He pulled out about four-feet of his colon, then started sewing it up his back.

  Darren was throwing his head around as the tape muffled his screams.

  Wyatt was confused. “I don’t get what this has to do with a hat.”

  “You’re as impatient as Barry is.” When he was done stitching Darren’s colon up his back, he stretched the end of it over his head and started stitching it in place.

  Wyatt shook his head. “Ass-hat. I should have figured that one out.”

  Seth laughed. “That’s alright. You’re just a little rusty.”

  Wyatt noticed Darren’s abdomen was getting larger. “You need to wrap this up before he fucking explodes and makes a mess.”

  “It’s fine. If it was going to happen, he would have done it already.” Seth forced Darren’s hands to his ass cheeks and sewed them in place, then he flipped him ove
r to his back.

  Wyatt pushed on Darren’s abdomen. “Damn! His skin is tight as shit. He looks like he’s pregnant.”

  Seth looked at Darren as he stared back in horror. “What else would you like done?”

  Darren’s eyes were huge as he looked at Seth, but he remained quiet. He knew pleading would only cause him more pain. Every time he had tried to speak, Seth did something horrible to him.

  “You don’t have to say anything. Your eyes say it all.”

  Darren started shaking his head as he mumbled pleas of mercy through the tape.

  Seth took a knife and cut holes in his chest under his nipples, filled the space between his pectoralis muscles and skin with expanding foam, then sealed the gashes closed with superglue.

  Wyatt was confused. “Why’d you do that?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He shook his head as the foam expanded. “Fucking tits.”

  “Yep. He wanted them to go along with his big dick and baby bump.”

  “That’s disturbing.”

  Seth looked at Darren. “Now what do you want?”

  He didn’t make a sound as he closed his eyes.

  “Great idea!” He cut holes in Darren’s feet and started filling them with foam.

  Wyatt looked at Seth. “I didn’t hear him say anything.”

  Seth laughed. “I read his mind.”

  “I’m sure. And what did he tell you?”

  “That he wanted some red clown shoes to complete his look.”

  “And what kind of look is that?”

  “A potbelly clown with a fat dick, big tits and ass-hat.”

  “It looks like he’s getting his wish. But why are you filling up his feet with foam.”

  “I don’t have any red clown shoes, so I’m having to improvise.” He handed Wyatt a can of red spray paint. “When I get done, paint his feet for me.”

  Wyatt shook his head as he watched Darren’s feet swell up. “You’re turning his damn feet into clown shoes.”

  “Yep.” Seth removed the tape from Darren’s mouth, then sewed it closed. “Only thing left is his makeup.” He opened a toolbox and pulled out a tattoo machine.

  “I take it Missy don’t have any makeup laying around?”

  “She does, But Darren wants it to be permanent.”