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

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Kenneth walked to the center of the building where Barry, Wyatt and Missy were sitting in chairs that faced two men on the floor. Kenneth sat next to Wyatt and observed that the two men were only wearing shorts and had ball gags in their mouths. Their hands were tied behind their backs and chains secured to the floor wrapped around their ankles. They were upset and attempting to yell but their words were muted by their gags.

  “What’s going on?”

  Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure. Seth just told us to come over here.”

  “I hope he’s not planning on doing any more gay shit.”

  Barry had Seth’s laptop. He turned it so Kenneth could see the screen. “You wanna see what your buddy is up to?”

  Kenneth recognized it was the live feed from John’s camera, who was wildly looking around and screaming for help. Kenneth glared at Barry. “Listen, you little bastard! I’ll knock out your fucking teeth!”

  “Hey, man! I was just fucking with you! Don’t get your panties in a wad!”

  “You’re a fucking idiot!”

  “Chill out! I was just trying to be funny!”

  “Do you see me laughing?”

  “You didn’t get all bent out of shape when Seth was doing it.”

  “You’re not Seth, asshole!”

  About that time, Seth came walking up carrying a ladder. He motioned to Wyatt and Barry. “I need y’all to go get Jimmy.”

  Barry’s eye got big. “I don’t want to touch that nasty fucker.”

  “I’ve already taken him off the wall and he’s by the door. All you have to do is drag his ass over here.” Seth set up the ladder by a beam situated next to the two men. He climbed to the top of it, nailed a pulley to the beam, ran a rope through the pulley, and then climbed down.

  Wyatt and Barry returned dragging Jimmy by the legs, whose feet were secured to the ends of a plow yoke. Seth tied the rope to the steel ring in the center of the yoke, then they hoisted Jimmy up.

  Kenneth was shaking his head. “Why in the fuck did you bring that nasty bastard in here?”

  Seth tied off the rope. “Motivation for Allen and Harvey.”

  “This is fucked up!”

  Seth cut the shrink-wrap from Jimmy, exposing his open torso. “What are you upset about now?”

  “I asked you to get him out of the RV earlier. If you knew you were going to bring him in here, then why didn’t you just do it then?”

  Seth stuck a funnel into Jimmy’s ass. “Because you were acting like a little girl.” He climbed to the top of the ladder, then started pissing into the funnel.

  Kenneth shook his head. “You are one demented bastard.”

  Seth zipped up. “Takes one to know one, pal.” He climbed down and went over to the men. “You two assholes are going to entertain us by fighting.” He nodded towards Jimmy. “And if you refuse, you’ll wind up like that fucker.”

  Jimmy started yelling, producing a robotic sound through the electrolarynx that echoed throughout the building. “Please kill me! I beg you!”

  “See, even he’s warning you.” Seth cut their restraints. “Get the fuck up.”

  When they stood up, Kenneth noticed they were wearing boxing shorts. “So, this is your idea of entertainment; to make them fight?”

  “I figured you’d like this.”

  Kenneth smiled. “Finally, you’re doing something that’s more on my level.”

  “I knew you’d like it.” Seth had the two men face each other with their fists up in a boxing stance as he walked around them. “Let me introduce you to our fighters.” Seth motioned to the taller man who sported a bald head, black goatee and random tattoos covering his body. “This is Allen Bailey. AKA, Mr. Muscles. He’s thirty-two, around six-foot, five-inches tall, and weighs in at two-hundred sixty pounds, give or take twenty. He’s trained in the art of beating women to death, particularly his girlfriend, and warding off the ass bandits in prison.”

  Allen lowered his fists, turned and faced Seth. “I’ll fucking kill your ass!”

  Seth got in his face and yelled, “Do it, asshole! Pull the trigger! I dare you! Don’t just stand there! Pull the motherfucker!”

  Allen looked down.

  “That’s what I thought. Now face off with that fat fuck.” Allen turned to his opponent. Seth gestured to the other man. He was short and overweight. “This is Harvey Phillips. AKA, Lard Ass. He’s twenty-seven years old, and five-foot nine-inches. I tried to weigh him, but the fucking scale displayed; One at a time, please. So, let’s just say, he’s fucking fat. Mr. Lard Ass is trained in stabbing women to death and purse snatching.” Seth stood between Allen and Harvey with his hands on their shoulders as he looked at the others. “These two fuckers are going to beat the shit out of themselves. The last one standing loses. And I’ve already gone over the rules with them, so they know what will happen if they don’t cooperate.”

  Kenneth raised his hand. “Hold up! You said they were going to beat themselves.”

  “Yeah. They have to square off with each other, but instead of punching their opponent, they’re going to punch themselves. They can only hit themselves in the face. No headshots. The one who knocks himself out first wins. And I’ve already told them that I will be making sure they’re not faking.” Seth looked at Allen. “What will happen if you pretend you’re unconscious?”

  He looked down. “You’ll cut off my dick.”

  “Look at them. And say it louder.”

  He looked up. “My dick will be cut off.”

  “And what will happen if you refuse to fight?”

  “My dick will be cut off.”

  “What will happen if you don’t do your best?”

  “My dick will be cut off.”

  “And what will happen to the loser?”

  “Something bad.”

  “How bad?”

  He looked at Jimmy for a moment. “That kind of shit.”

  Seth sat next to Missy. “Let’s get this show started.”

  Kenneth was aggravated. “This is fucking stupid! I knew you would fuck it up!”

  “I’m putting a hundred bucks on Lard Ass.”

  “What? There’s no way that fat fuck will be able to knock himself out.”

  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

  “I’m not participating in your silly antics.”

  “All bark, no bite.”

  “Okay, motherfucker. Make it five-hundred.”

  “You’re on.”

  Barry pulled out a wad of money. “I want Harvey for a hundred.”

  Missy looked at him. “I’ll take that bet.”

  Seth looked at Allen and Harvey and yelled, “Ding! Ding! Round one, motherfuckers!”

  Allen and Harvey started punching themselves in the face with little enthusiasm. Kenneth laughed. “This is fucking lame!”

  Seth was pissed. He grabbed a bat and started beating the shit out of Allen and Harvey, eventually knocking them unconscious. As they lay on the floor, he cut off their penises and put them in a cooler filled with ice. To prevent them from bleeding to death, he clamped their stubs closed with heavy-duty, potato-chip bag clips. He sat back next to Missy, then looked at Wyatt and Barry. “Go wake their asses up.”

  They started slapping the men in the face as they yelled for them to wake up. Allen was the first to open his eyes. He instantly noticed the pain emanating from his groin. After sitting up, he looked down and saw that his penis was gone, then started spazzing out about it. “Oh God! What have you done?”

  Seth lit a cigarette. “Gave you some motivation.”

  “You sorry motherfucker! I was doing what you asked!”

  “You were half-assin’ the assignment and you knew what the consequences were.”

  Harvey started coming around. He quickly noticed his penis was missing. “Oh fuck! What happened to my dick?”

  Allen was beside himself. “The sorry motherfucker cut them off!” He charged Seth, being stopped only a few short feet away by his chain. “I’m going
to fucking kill you!”

  Seth opened the cooler and pulled out Allen’s penis, then lit a propane torch and held it close to the flame.

  Allen’s eyes got big as saucers. “Don’t do that! You’re gonna burn it!”

  “Then I suggest you calm your ass down.”

  “Okay, okay.” He eased back.

  Seth tossed his penis back in the cooler. “Now that I have your attention, I would suggest getting back to fighting yourself.”

  Harvey was crying. He stood up. “I can’t live without my penis!”

  “Then you should be happy to know, the one who knocks themselves out first not only gets to live, but also their dick will be relinquished to them.”

  Harvey started pacing back and forth, pumping himself up. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He punched himself in the face as he shouted, “Fuck you!” He punched himself again. “Fuck you!” He was pummeling himself as hard as he could. Allen started punching himself too, worrying that Harvey would be knocked out first.

  Wyatt and Barry were on the edge of their chairs yelling. Barry was rooting for Allen and Wyatt for Harvey. By now, both men had bloody mouths and noses, but not much damage beyond that. Barry’s stopwatch beeped. “Time’s up!”

  Seth yelled out, “That’s it! Take a few minutes to rest.”

  Harvey was exhausted and fell to his knees. Allen started pacing as he breathed heavily. Kenneth looked at Seth. “There’s no way a person can knock themselves out.”

  “That was round one. Round two will be a little more intense.” Seth tossed two pairs of brass knuckles on the floor. “Y’all put those on.”

  Kenneth shook his head. “Hold up! You’re changing the rules.”

  “Do you think Harvey will have an advantage now that he has brass knuckles?”

  “No, because Allen has them too.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “Nothing, I suppose.”

  “Good.” Seth looked at Barry. “Start your stopwatch.” He looked at Allen and Harvey. “Ding! Ding, motherfuckers! Round two! And last man standing gets his guts ripped out of his ass.”

  They had no doubt Seth wasn’t bluffing based on their viewing of his atrociously wicked and gruesome torture of Jimmy. And now the stakes were even higher since he had cut off their penises. They both began sadistically punching themselves in the face. With each blow, the brass knuckles were causing damage, from minor bruises and lacerations to nasal fractures and broken teeth.

  Missy enthusiastically watched the men thrash themselves. She was yelling at Harvey. “Come on, you fucker! Punch harder! Knock yourself out!”

  Seth laughed. “Did you hear that? Mama said knock yourself out so I can get paid.”

  Kenneth was yelling at Allen. “Let’s go, asshole! You better not let that fat fuck win!”

  Seth thought about the phrase, mama said knock you out. He hurriedly pulled out his phone and started playing the song Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J. Everyone was cheering as the men hammered the shit out of themselves to the rhythm of the song.

  Allen fell to his knees. He was punching his face as hard and fast as he could, dazing himself. His skin was beginning to resemble tenderized meat, and with each blow, blood splattered on the floor. Kenneth stood up and started yelling. “Do it, motherfucker! Do it!” He looked at Seth. “Looks like I’m the one that’s going to get paid!”

  Harvey was getting winded as he pounded his face. Seth yelled at him. “If you don’t knock yourself out, I’m going to make you eat your fucking dick before I rip out your guts!”

  Allen was almost out when Barry’s stopwatch sounded. “That’s the end of round two!”

  Kenneth was pissed. “That’s bullshit! Allen was winning!”

  Barry shrugged his shoulders. “Dude, time was up.”

  “You’re fucking cheating! You stopped the round early!”

  “No I didn’t! And for your information, you fucking cunt, I have money on Allen too, so why in the fuck would I help out Harvey?”

  Kenneth walked over to Allen as he lay on the floor breathing heavily. His face and the front of his body coated with his own blood. Kenneth knelt next to him. “If you cause me to lose five-hundred bucks, I’m going to fuck you up myself.”

  Allen’s mouth was full of blood and he could barely speak. “My head is killing me! I don’t think I can go on!”

  “You fucking better if you know what’s good for you!”

  Seth tossed two hammers on the floor. “Last round. And if no one is knocked out before the time is up, I’m going to bash in both of your heads with a sledgehammer.”

  Barry got Seth’s attention. “Hey! John is moving his arms. He’s trying to cut the wires going to his dick and balls.”

  Everyone gathered around the laptop to see what John was going to do. He had thirty minutes left before the balloon would explode. Seth shook his head as he watched John cut at the wires. “Why in the fuck does no one listen to me? I told the fucker he wouldn’t be able to cut them.”

  When John realized the wires were too tough to sever, he started chewing at the strap around his wrist that was holding the knife. Wyatt was confused. He looked at Seth. “Why is he doing that?”

  “It’s actually a smart move, which I didn’t think of. He’s going to throw the knife at the balloon to pop it so he doesn’t have to cut off his dick and balls.”

  “Do you think that will work?”

  “He only has one shot. And there are other issues he might have to overcome if it pops; his chute could get tangled up in the deflated balloon or the explosive could go off before he makes it to the ground. So yeah, he has a chance. A small one.”

  Barry laughed. “I can’t believe you didn’t think of that. You’re going to feel like an idiot if he gets away with his dick still intact.”

  “I always have a backup plan.”

  “Sure, you do.”

  “Want to bet on if he makes it out alive or not?”

  Barry thought about it for a moment. He knew there was a chance John would be able to pop the balloon. And with a backup parachute, his chances of survival increased. Even if John had to cut off his dick and balls, he would still be able to make it out alive. Barry knew Seth hadn’t thought about that. “Yeah, I’ll take the bet that he will walk away from this alive.”

  “How much?”

  “A grand.”

  “You don’t have that much.”

  Barry was confident he wouldn’t lose. “I can come up with it.”

  “You better, or I’ll take it out of your ass.”

  “I’m not worried about it—I’m not going to lose.”

  Wyatt yelled out, “He’s got the knife loose!”

  Everyone was watching excitedly as John got ready to throw the knife. He took a couple of practice swings then threw it as hard as he could. Everyone made an ‘oh’ sound when the knife bounced off the balloon. Seth laughed. “Looks like I’ll be getting a tooth or ear necklace.”

  Barry glared at him. “You’re not taken’ shit from me.”

  “You wanna bet on that too?”

  “Don’t get cocky. You forgot that it’s not going to kill John when he cuts off his dick and balls. He’s still going to be able to walk away alive.”

  “Wow! You’re right.”

  Barry smiled.

  “But how is he going to cut off his shit when he doesn’t have his knife anymore, Einstein?”

  Barry looked at the screen. “Well, fuck me! I didn’t think of that!”

  “I’ll take two teeth, or one ear. Your choice.”

  “Come on, man! Please….”

  Wyatt interrupted. “Hold up! You still have a chance. John is trying to tear himself loose.”

  Seth turned the volume up on the laptop. John was screaming as he ripped the hooks from his dick and balls. He was destroying himself in his frenzied attempt for survival. Barry started yelling at the screen. “Do it, you piece of shit! Rip yourself loose!”

  About that time, the balloon shot
up into the sky as John started falling. Barry was excited. “Pull your chute, you dumb fuck! Pull it!”

  Everyone was focused on the screen, waiting to see what was going to happen as John struggled to find his ripcord. When he finally got hold of it, Barry shouted, “Fucking A! He’s going to do it!”

  When the pack opened, pots, pans and other camping gear came flying out. Barry’s eyes grew huge. “What the fuck? That’s cheating!”

  Wyatt was laughing as he watched the camping gear drop from the sky towards the ground. It reminded him of the parachute gag he’d seen in cartoons when he was a kid. “I think it’s funny as shit.”

  Missy was laughing too. “That’s my man.”

  Kenneth was shaking his head. “Damn, Seth! That’s fucked up.”

  Wyatt noticed something else had come out of the pack. It looked like a large banner with something written on it. “What is that?”

  Everyone stared at the screen trying to see what it was as John franticly searched for the ripcord to his backup parachute. Kenneth was trying to read the banner each time John’s camera faced that direction, but it was twisting around too much in the wind. “It has Missy written on it, but I can’t tell what else it says.”

  Missy looked closer. “Why is my name on it?”

  Seth acted confused. “I’m not sure how that got in there.”

  Suddenly, the banner straightened out just long enough for her to read, Missy, Will You Marry Me. When she turned around, Seth was on his knees holding a skull ring. “Will you?”

  “Of course, I will! How can I say no to a proposal like that?” She gave him a hug, then a kiss.

  Barry started shouting. “He’s got it! He’s got the ripcord!”

  Everyone looked as John deployed his backup parachute. Barry was ecstatic as it came out of the pack. “He did it! I’m going to win!”

  The sudden jerk of the chute opening caused John’s intestines to rip through his parietal peritoneum membrane where Seth had cut him across his abdomen. His intestines came flying out of him, continuing to fall at a high rate of speed. Within a fraction of a second, they had completely unraveled out of his abdominal cavity. The weight of his intestines combined with their speed was only the precursor to his stomach, part of his esophagus and anus being ripped out of him. Blood was gushing out of John’s open cavity, mouth, nose and rear end as he swung from the parachute. By the time he hit the ground, he had bled to death. Barry was pissed as he glared at Seth. “You knew all along that was going to happen! That’s cheating!”