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"THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND"

Introduction by Chris...

I've gone under many names over the years: Chris, Chris the Puppet Master, Kentucky, Curtis and June Bug. But my birth name is Walter, and this is my introduction. It's my way of preparing you for the long journey you're about to take with my wife and me on this road of desperation, abuse, sexual control, lying and deception...

This book is about a child who never grew up: it's about a child who saw his father shot between the eyes, it's about a child who loved his father so much that he allowed his father's hatred for women to become his own...I was that child. I grew into a boy, then into an egotistical maniac, a controlling, sex craving pimp, and murderer...

I became an inmate serving 30-to-life in New York State's worst "MAX A" prison's.  As an inmate I married a faithful, loving wife and treated her worse than dirt...

My father had always told me, "Son, never let a woman control you and always use them as your own personal little toys and when you get tired of them, throw them away and find a new one to play with."  Those were words I lived by, for my father's words were like words from the Bible to my young ears. they became written in stone deep within my heart and soul...

Growing up, I was what some would call a pretty boy, a high yellow, tall, good-looking, handsome devil, literally. In my mind, I was God's gift to women. I had looks, charm, and a smile that would win any woman's heart. I was so crafty with words that I could melt and destroy any woman's defenses. I knew  how to use these special talents, and I used them very well...

I learned what a women needed and wanted most in her life, which wasn't a great deal or any kind of secret. All a man had to do was take the time to talk to a woman, and she would tell all her hidden and secret desires. Women want a man to know how to treat them, to know what turns them on and what makes them scream with delight and pleasure. They want a man to hold and touch, one who understands their feelings and is willing and able to share his feelings with them. They need and want closeness, the same kind of closeness that a mother and child have, the same kind of emotional bond that sisters have. They w ant to be heard and not just seen. They want to have sex with a friend, make love to their man, and freak out with a stranger. They want to be honest, yet devilish at times. They want to laugh and play and hear a kind word from the man they love. They want someone who cares enough about them to ask, "How was your day" Is there anything I can do for you?" In most cases they say "no," but its the joy of hearing you ask, the acknowledgment that you respect, care and love them enough to ask. These are the things that women need and want in their lives... 

Because of my hatred, I took the time to learn all of this. I wanted to use my knowledge against them, and I did. I learned how to bring pleasure to a women's mind, body and soul. I knew I didn't carry the biggest toy for them to play with, so I had to learn how to use other tactics and methods to make up for my shortcomings. I learned every trick in the book and even made up a few of my own...

I did all of this so my mind and body would be the perfect weapon against all women. I had so much confidence in myself and my abilities and I felt that there was no woman on this earth that I couldn't have or bring pleasure to. Once I felt ready, I set  out to live the rest of my life getting revenge on women for the death of my father...

I started out as a player. I learned all the con games and used them over and over again. Then I added being a gigolo to the arsenal. Women, young and old would pay me to take them to the top of that mountain of pure joy and pleasure, and they would call out my name. Then I stopped selling myself and started selling women. I became a pimp who used woman's bodies to build my empire.

I had no love, nor did I find any kind of pleasure or enjoyment in having sex with any of the women I dealt with. I didn't learn until years later wheat true enjoyment was and what a man was supposed to feel when he was with a woman. I had spend all my life learning their secrets and how to please them and never knew that I was supposed to enjoy it just as much. I faked it big time...

I realize that some of you may be asking yourself this question: Why is he sharing all of this with us? Well, there is another thing women always wanted to know about us men: why do we do the thing we do? What makes a man act the way he does? Why can't he give back what he receives from his woman?...

I can't answer those question for other men. I can only share my own what's why's and how comes. Also, in this book you will hear about my wife, "The Dutchess." She will tell her side of the story in her own words, how an older white woman, seventeen years my senior, gave up everything she had known to stand by me. Over many years she has traveled for many long hours and covered many miles coming and going in order to visit me at almost every "Max A" prison in New York State...

Many of you man call my wife crazy for standing by someone like me. The shame and stigma of prison fell upon her innocent shoulders even more than upon mine. Every day, she stood by me, and she was tormented by the painful fires of adversity, lashed by the cruel tongues of ridicule, and mocked by hypocritical friends and family members. Yet she waged a brave fight to preserve her dignity and to say with a man she loved. Certainly, there is no greater test for love than what we went though. It was the Grace of God that brought this beautiful and loving angel into my life. It was God who gave her strength to deal with an empty-hearted, crazy, mad man like me. And it was her love, faith, and confidence in me that inspired me to become a decent man...

She never turned her back on me, even though I know I deserved it. She gave me nothing but here love, faith, prayers, understanding, and heart...and I gave her pain suffering, and disrespect in return. I was an animal, a sick dog that should have been put to death years ago. I wasn't a man; I was a walking, breathing, talking animal that needed to be caged up. No on can call me names that I've not called myself over the years. No one can know of the shame and pain I've felt over the years, and no one knows how sorry I am for all the things I've done in my lifetime...

But God has forgiven me, and so  has my family. for the first time in my life, I'm able to love and give the way I  was meant to. With love, trust, and faith in God, my wife and I were able to overcome, and now we share our hearts and souls and exist together as one...

Some of you women may think after  reading this book that your man may have been like me in some ways, not to the point of killing or going to prison, but maybe he treated you in a fashion you felt you didn't deserve. I hope that with God's love and strength you can find it in your heart to hang in there and never give up on what you want in your life...

God will first help you and then help you receive everything your heart and soul is after. but only if you allow Him to, and trust in Him and keep the faith, no matter what. If you feel that your man and your dreams are truly worth it, then never give up on him or yourself...

For only God knows the true heart of a person, and only He can make a way when other feel or think that there is no way for that kind of person to change. It can happen. I'm the living proof of that. My wife and I, we've changed, and now even behind these walls of broken dreams, we're happy and at peace with ourselves and with God. That's all that matters to us now...

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"Introduction by Dutchess"
My life was totally different from the life of my husband Chris. Our styles of writing are different also. My life may not be as exciting as his, but nevertheless, It's mine. My birth name is Pearl Ruth, but I am called "Dutchess" or "The Dutchess."
I was born in a small city in New York State to Stanley and Reva Ball. At the time of this writing, my dad had already gone to  heaven. My mom is still living. They were the most wonderful parents one could have. Dad truly loved his family of six children, five girls and one boy. Mom has always been a pillar of strength in Dad's life and in the home. I was raised in a Christian home, where Mom and Dad loved their children more than their own lives...
As I grew into a teenager, I didn't have very much self-esteem. I truly believe that is one of the reason I did what I did later on. I had two older sisters and two younger sisters, with the youngest of the siblings being a brother. I was the third child down, and sometimes that isn't the best place to be, although I had a really happy childhood...
My Dad was a pastor in a church in a small town in the Adirondacks. I was sixteen when we moved there. It was there that I met my first husband, I'll call him Don. He was four years older than I was. He was a good-looking young man, and I certainly enjoyed the attention. We went together for almost a year before he proposed to me. Of course, being a young good girl, I said yes. My Mom and Dad didn't approve, but they consented because Don and I had already had six. Back then parents didn't talk about sex very much. Sex really scared me, and by having sex I broke my dad and mom's hearts. Dad, being a minister, married us in my sister's home. But actually I didn't know what real love was until I fell in love with Chris...
I had a very difficult and painful time throughout the twenty-three years in the prison world with Chris. I'm not proud of many things I've done, but I'm so thankful that I have a wonderful God that loved me enough to forgive me. I couldn't have survived that world if it hadn't been for the Lord. In the early years, Chris was a user, an abuser and controller. But I thank God for "Redemption and Deliverance" from within the Devil's Playground, because that is exactly what the Lord gave us...
I was an older white lady dealing with a black man who was seventeen years younger than me. He used to call me a "square" because in his world, I was a square. At that time I didn't know why he called me that, but I didn't let it bother me. I knew nothing about  his world and his lifestyle, and of course, I knew nothing about the prison. But I soon learned...
Some of you may see yourself in me, a women who put up with so much in order to try to keep her marriage together, a woman who was abused, hit, called names, and disrespected by the man she loved, a woman who only wanted to be needed, not used and abused, a woman who would have laid down her life for the man she loved, only to find out that he had at least for to six other women in his life that felt the same way. My life at that time didn't mean anything to him...
There are millions of women and men who will be able to relate to this book. They are the true heroes of life, but they often end up being treated like zeros with no lives. Many of you will call me crazy and sick and think I deserved everything I got for staying with a man like Chris. But when you love someone and trust in the Lord to stand by you, then you can make it though anything. You will see that I reaped what I sowed, ten times over...
Chris and I started out with a friendship that progressed into love, for me anyway. But all the time, he was using his charm, his con games, his lies and his body to entice me. Of course, I had no knowledge of this at the time..
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This book will make you laugh, cry, and even get angry, and you will not be able to put it down. Perhaps you feel you have the right to pre-judge, hate, or call us names. Maybe you even feel sorry for me, but remember that in every story there is a lesson that can be learned. There is new hope that can be found, and most importantly, there is a God who loves us no matter what we have done...
Everyone has a story to tell, I only trust and hope that this story will encourage and help someone. This is real, there are no magic apples or cute little men dressed up in outfits here. Everything in this story is true. With God, we can overcome any obstacles that cross our paths in life...

 

"Greater is He that is in me than He that is in the world." 1st John 4:4
AS I WRITE THIS...WE ARE STILL STRONG WITH GOD AND WITH EACH OTHER...STILL IN THE PRISON WORLD, BUT ONE DAY IT WILL COME TO AN END...

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