I am God
Hallie Clark had never been an attractive child growing up. She had never been a girly-girl in her youth. No, tomboy described her much better. Hallie had a skinny little frame to her. She towered over most twelve-year-olds her age. Dark brown hair in a boyish haircut, flat chest, and non-existent hips added on to the boy image that she had going on. However, that didn’t stop her from having her own problems with the opposite sex.
His name was Joe Butcher. This boy was a piece of work. He grew up in a misogynist world. His mother left when he was only three-years-old. His daddy always had a sloe of girlfriends that he mistreated for his own amusement. “Women are just bitches,” he constantly preached to his son. Joe took these twisted views deep into his brain. As a result, a mini-monster was born.
Two paths that shouldn’t really cross, right? Well, it didn’t really turn out that way.
This adventure stemmed back in the summer of 1996. No, it goes back a little further than that. Let’s say… summer of ’92. Every summer, Hallie went to stay with her aunt and aunt’s boyfriend in Seattle, Washington. Her mom went on business trips during the season and nannies were too expensive at the time. Plus, her mother wanted her to connect with other family members. Her aunt’s neighborhood didn’t have much to offer, however. There weren’t many kids around during the summer. They went to the beach or the east coast. Hallie always felt lonely in Seattle for eight weeks. In fact, her aunt was barely around to spend time with her niece those days. Her boyfriend on the other hand stood in for the father Hallie had never growing up. He always took her to the water park or to the softball games that he coached at the middle schools during the summer. Yet, that was never really enough for the young tomboy. She just needed someone close to her age to associate with.
However, one day while she was helping her aunt’s boyfriend with the laundry, Hallie happened to look up and notice Joe across the street smoking a cigarette. Curious, she watched him for a long time. Joe didn’t exactly look pretty for a boy three years older than she was. He looked like he could snap her neck in half with one ring. That boy looked six-foot tall in her young eyes at the time. His dirty black hair nearly covered his eyes. He too was a skinny kid just like her. His legs looked scarred up from previous childhood injuries over the years. Joe didn’t fit the description of pretty child just like Hallie didn’t. In fact, they could be considered ugly to the eyes of the outside. But yet, something about him held her attention captive.
That evening while her aunt brushed her hair, Hallie looked up and asked, “Auntie, who was that boy across the street?” Her aunt’s hands began to tremble.
“A very bad boy,” she said.
“Why is he bad?” her niece asked.
“He does bad things to little girls!” her aunt said quickly. “Just stay away from him!” Hallie gave her aunt uneasy nod.
“Okay…” she mumbled. Three days later however, fate took a different turn. Hallie was home alone that particular day. She sat on the front porch eating a cherry-flavored popsicle. The girl happened to look up and see Joe staring intently at her. Hallie looked at him likewise in confusion. Joe beckoned her over to him. She pointed to her flat chest.
“Me?” she mouthed. The boy nodded at her. Hallie hesitated at first. She looked over at the front door. Her aunt and her boyfriend weren’t going to be home until dinnertime. The warning her aunt gave her stayed strong in with her. She turned back to Joe and shook her head. But, the boy wouldn’t give up. He kept trying to lure her over to his house. Hallie found herself in a slight pickle. What could she do? Go over to him or stay home? In the end, the girl dropped her shoulders and crossed the street. Joe stood up with a smirk on his face. Hallie blinked at him.
“What do you want?” she asked. The boy grinned at her.
“To play a game,” he said. Hallie raised an eyebrow at him.
“A game?” she asked. “What kind of game?” Joe grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the shed behind his house. Hallie suddenly had an uneasy feeling wash into her stomach. She looked around at all of the many tools hanging on the wall. They came to a complete stop in the middle of the shed. Joe let go of her hand and turned her to face him. Hallie still didn’t get what was going on.
“Why are we here?” she asked. “What game are we playing?”
“Choo-choo,” Joe said. “I’m the train and you’re the tunnel.” He pushed apart her legs, got down on all fours, and began crawling between her legs. Hallie had to force herself to smile for the rest of the summer as they played this game. She didn’t understand why she was never the train.
Now, cut to summer of ’96. Hallie was twelve and Joe was fifteen that year. Again on one summer afternoon, the girl was left home alone when the boy walked across the street to her. Confused, Hallie looked at him. When he noticed her looking at him, Joe jogged a little bit over to her. His summer neighbor folded her arms across her flat chest.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I have another game to play,” Joe said. Hallie did not look impressed.
“If this is Choo-choo, I’m not…” she began to say. He quickly held up his hand.
“No, no,” he said. “This is a different game.” Hallie looked at him, still unimpressed.
“Really now?” she asked.
“Yeah, come on,” Joe said. He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her across the street before she could say a word. Already, she didn’t like where this was headed.
They came back to his shed. Hallie deeply frowned.
“This is starting to look like Choo-choo,” she pointed out.
“It’s not,” Joe insisted.
“It looks like it,” she said.
“Just shut up and come on!” he barked. Hallie gave him an odd look.
“E-Excuse me?” she asked.
“You heard me, now get in!” Joe said as he shoved her inside. Hallie nearly stumbled over.
“Okay, okay! Jeez!” she said as she turned to him. Joe closed and locked the shed door behind him.
“Now,” he said. “Here is the game. You put your hands on your head and I ask you a question. If you get it wrong, I get to take a piece of your clothing off.” Hallie made an odd face at him.
“And if I get it right?” she asked. Joe only shrugged at her.
“And… why would I want to play this?” she asked.
“Because I said so,” he pushed. “Now put your hands on your head.” Hallie rolled her eyes and breathed.
“Fine,” she mumbled. The girl slowly put her hands on her head. Joe looked her up and down for a solid moment.
“Good,” he said. The boy walked over to a big, dark blue storage box and sat down on it. “Which position did Jim Brown play?”
Hallie stared at him. “What kind of question is that?” she asked.
“Just answer it,” Joe said. Hallie sighed again.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Wrong!” Joe shouted. “It’s fullback. Now for the penalty.” Hallie rolled her eyes at him.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Shut up and take it,” he said. Joe slid off of the box and walked over to his victim. He grabbed onto Hallie’s white tank top and pulled it off. He tossed it down to the ground. The girl stood there with angry red cheeks. Joe smirked at her.
“No tits,” he snickered. “Such a shame!” Hallie shot a cold glare at him.
“You!” she snapped.
“Keep your hands on your head!” he ordered. The girl did so.
“Now,” Joe said. “A truck is carrying pumpkins, watermelons, and squash on a busy highway. It comes to a sharp curve, what does it drop?” Hallie shrugged at him.
“I don’t know, the pumpkins?” she replied.
“Ooo, wrong!” Joe said. “It’s speed. Now for the penalty.” Joe got off the box and walked over to his target. Down went her jean patch shorts. He smirked at her again.
“Ooo, no hips either!” he called out.
“Shut up!” Hallie growled. Joe pinched her on the nipple.
“Ow!” the girl cried.
“Quiet, you little bitch!” he hissed. She only glared at him harder. That’s how this game went for the rest of the summer. Each day, the questions got much harder and the penalties got more embarrassing. One night however, Joe took it a little bit too far.
July seventh, 1996 turned out to be a brutal night. Joe really wanted to take his torment of Hallie Clark to a whole new level of jacked up. He gathered up five of his friends in their neighborhood and kidnapped Hallie from her bedroom. They climbed over the fence in Joe’s backyard and into the soggy moss. She tried to put up a struggle as they dragged her along the slick, muddy path.
“Let me go!” she tried to scream as one of Joe’s friends, Billy, tried to cover her mouth as they kept walking. Joe kneed her in the lower back. Their victim hollowed in pain.
“Shut up bitch!” the leader hissed under his breath at her.
They dragged her all the way to the woods behind their neighborhood. Joe pushed Hallie under a dying willow tree. Hallie glared at her captors.
“What the hell am I doing out here?!? What do you want from me?!?” she yelled.
“Shut up bitch!” Joe yelled again as he threw an empty beer bottle at her. Hallie did her best to duck. The leader smirked at her.
“We’re going to play our little game,” he announced. Hallie quickly shook her head.
“Oh hell no!” she snapped. “I’m going home!” She stormed away from the willow tree, but Joe pushed her back into place.
“Get out of my way!” Hallie screamed. Slap! He smacked right across the face. The girl tried not to yell out in pain as she clinched her teeth and sucked in a mouthful of air.
“You will play along whether you want to or not! Got me?” Joe barked. Their captor only rolled her eyes at him.
“Whatever,” she mumbled.
“I don’t like her attitude,” another boy, Stanly, said. Joe shook his head as he smirked at their target.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “We’ll teach her some respect tonight!” The leader turned back to his victim.
“Put your hands on your head,” he ordered her. The victim saw fire as she stared at her captors.
“Good to Hell!” she snapped. Billy threw another empty glass beer bottle at her. The girl dodged it just in time. Stanly threw a full can of root beer at her. Wham! Right in her jaw!
“Ow!” Hallie yelped. “What the hell?!?” Stanly prepared to hit her again with another bottle. Joe held out his arm to stop him.
“Stand down,” he said. “We don’t want to hurt her too much. It’ll give it away.” He turned back to their victim.
“Put your hands on your head!” he ordered again. “Or we’ll hit you with another bottle!” She hated them so much, but she complied anyway. Joe smirked at her. Good!, he thought.
“You are in a dark room with a lantern, candle, and an oil lamp. Which one do you light first?” he asked. Hallie rolled her eyes at him.
“I don’t care!” she shouted.
“Ooo! Wrong!” Joe said. “You light the match first. Now for the penalty!” The boys grinned as he walked over to her and ripped open her yellow and red pajama top. It found its way to the wet grass below. Hallie stood there glaring at him and his friends.
“She has no tits!” Billy yelled as he pointed at her. The boys all laughed at her. Hallie gritted her teeth the best that she could. Go to hell!, she thought. Now for the next question.
“Alice and Mike are found dead. There’s water and broken glass all around. How did they die?” Joe asked. Hallie felt like screaming now.
“I don’t know! A glass boat broke! I don’t know! Can I go home now?” she yelled.
“Wrong!” Joe yelled. “Alice and Mike were fish! Now for the penalty!” The boys cheered aloud as their leader made it over to their target. He grabbed onto her match shorts and yanked them down.
“Boobless and skinny!” Joe called out. “What an ugly girl!” The other boys laughed. Joe began to try and slide his hand down her black brief panties to add insult to injury. At that point, Hallie just snapped. In one swoop, she kneed Joe in the groin. The oldest boy yelled aloud in pain.
“You bitch!” he yelled. Joe slapped Hallie in the face so hard that she fell straight to the ground.
“Get her!” he yelled out. The other boys all jumped on her from there. They took the game to a whole new level of fucked up. Another boy in the group, Pauly, backed up a big stick and started to beat Hallie in the shoulders and back with it. Stanly and Billy all kicked her in the ribs and side. Hallie refused to scream out through all of the pain. I will not give them the satisfaction!, she thought over and over again. The guy, Tyler, filmed the whole action with his camera.
To the normal eye, it went by too fast. But to Hallie, it all seemed to drag on forever. While it rained in the end, the boys left her alone and seriously hurt in the darkness. She used what little strength she had left to redress herself and walk home. Her aunt’s boyfriend found her in the living room early the next morning, crying and trembling. As he sat with Hallie comforting her, she quietly swore revenge in her head.
Jump a few years later to 2007. Joe was now twenty-six years old, an alcoholic, and divorced. He could be found wandering the streets of Seattle. The man didn’t really have much of a future going for him. He didn’t really care anymore. “I’m dying anyway,” he reasoned. However, tonight took a different turn in an unlikely place.
Joe stumbled across this club called Sur Tes Pas. He blinked at the neon hot pink and blue lights. Huh?, he thought. When has this place ever been here? As if under a trance, the drunken man wandered inside and passed out in the doorway.
A stroke of leather caressed his cheek. Joe fluttered his eyes open. He could smell expensive French perfume floating around him in the air. The bright pink neon lights almost blinded him. He felt his head being pulled up to the front. Gold and jade eyes stared deep into his reddish-brown ones. Shackles and cuffs hung from the ceiling. A Y-shaped stand stood at the back-end of the room. A red and gold throne sat up before him. Whips all decorated the walls. The pink all overpowered his brain as he looked deep into gold and jade mixed eyes before him.
“Do you know who I am?” a woman’s voice asked him. Joe’s brain was too scattered up to grasp the situation he had gotten himself into.
“No…” he slurred out, squinting. The woman snorted.
“You ought to know!” she snapped. Wham! Joe went face down against the cold black floor.
“Ow,” he mumbled.
“Pathetic!” the woman snapped. It was then the man began to do some piecing together about what was happening.
“Hallie?” he asked as he looked up again. This time, he had a clearer view. Hallie had grown quite a ton over the years. Gone was the skinny, pale tomboy he had known over those summers. She had turned out to be a curvy woman with perky breasts, wide hips, narrow waist, and long black wavy hair. She looked more like a whore with her black leather corset and red miniskirt with fishnet stockings. Joe slowly pushed himself to his feet. Hallie shook her head at him.
“No,” she said. “Hallie doesn’t exist anymore. You and your sick little fuck of friends killed her that night. I am Mistress Ruby now.” Joe blinked at her.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“Are you questioning me?” Mistress Ruby asked.
“Yeah, bitch,” Joe replied. Whip! Right across the face.
“Ow!” he shouted. “What the hell?!?”
“You’re in my playground, pig! I’m the one in control, not you!” the mistress barked. “Learn your place!” Joe began to speak, but closed his mouth when he saw that whip being raised again to strike him. Ruby smirked at him.
“I’ve been waiting for this a long time,” she said. Joe raised an eyebrow at her.
“What are you talking about?” he asked. Ruby glared at him.
“That night in ’96!” she snapped. He still didn’t get it.
“What night in ’96?” the man questioned. Slap! Joe nearly fell over to the ground.
“Ow!” he snapped. “Take it easy, will ya?”
“On your knees, you piece of shit!” Ruby snapped. The man did so reluctantly. Anger filled his captor’s eyes.
“You and your little friends humiliated me in the woods that night!” she hissed. “You kidnapped me and forced me to play that horrible game with you!” He still didn’t get it at first, but then it clicked to him.
“Look, we were only joking around!” he said. “It was only a little fun!”
“I didn’t think it was fun!” Ruby snapped.
“What do you want from me?”
“What else? Revenge!”
Joe stared on in disbelief. “But how?”
Ruby leaned in close to his ear. “You will be my little pet for this one night!”
“And why should I?”
“You owe me, scumbag!” Whip! “Get down and lick my boot!”
“Go to hell, bitch!”
Ruby grabbed Joe by his hair and forced him down to her boot. “Lick!”
Like he had a choice? Joe stuck out his tongue and took one lick. The taste made him want to gag. Ruby smirked to herself.
“Not so good, is it?” she asked. “Oh, don’t worry.” She leaned in close to his hair. “There’s more where that came from, pig. I’m not done with you yet. I intend to make you pay for every second that I suffered at your hands.” She smirked to herself as she licked his nape. Such a good taste. Ruby could feel her victim shivering at her feet.
The woman grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him to his feet. “Strip!” she snapped. Joe glared at her.
“Rot in Hell, bitch!” he barked. WHIP!
“I said, strip!” Ruby snapped. Whip! Whip! Whip! Joe gritted his teeth the best that he could.
“Okay, okay!” he said aloud. The man stood up to his face and began to disrobe. Mistress Ruby frowned at him. Whip! There went another one to the back.
“Faster!” she barked. Joe had no choice but to comply. His captor slowly began to smile. A strange sense began to flood into that former tomboy. She couldn’t help but to grin to herself. Power was like honey wine to her. Ever since that July night, Ruby had been building up enough of it to be the one in control. Just in time for this very moment too. Joe stood before her waiting.
“To the Y!” Ruby commanded. Her victim sneered at her.
“Do it!” the mistress barked. The whip hit the floor. “And do it without complaining,” she added on. Joe walked over to the cross with her sharp eyes on him the whole time. Ruby followed close behind.
“Back to the cross, arms up,” she commanded. Her victim did so with a deep frown. The mistress gave it her all to repress a giggle. This strange feeling of power developed into something much different and stronger than all of the other previous nights since she first started her career. Those nights were great and all, but this one came with a punch to it. She felt higher than a dominatrix tonight. Ruby felt like… a god. I am god!, she thought. She looked up and saw Joe with his hands on his head. The woman frowned as she shook her head.
“Not like that!” she said. “Put your arms against the branches of the Y!” Joe forced himself to smile as he did so. The mistress strapped down his arms tightly enough to keep him in place. Joe still didn’t cave in.
“What? Are you going to ask me dumb questions and whip me?” he asked. Ruby only snickered at him.
“No questions,” she asked. Joe gave her a blank stare.
“What?” he asked. WHIP! Right across the chest. Joe could barely breathe. Ruby smiled at the pain she caused him. Yes, worship the pain I am causing you! WHIP! Ten lashes. Twenty lashes. Fifty lashes. Seventy lashes. Ruby went all out tonight just to inflict pain upon her victim. Upon the thirtieth lash, Joe began to crack for the first time in his life. The pain drowned his brain to the point that his body began to weaken along with Ruby’s insane laughter. All of those years of macho-power that his father had built up inside of him had come crashing down into dust. Joe tightly shut his eyes as he belted under the pressure. Ruby paused to take in the moment.
“Aw, what’s the matter?” she asked. Joe tried to form words to answer his question, but his breath couldn’t keep up. Ruby whipped him across the chest again. She leaned close to his ear.
“How do you feel?” she asked. “Defenseless? Scared? Helpless? Good!” But then, she paused when something caught her eye.
“Are you… crying?” she asked when she saw the thin stream of tears from his eyes. The mistress ran her finger along his cheek and licked it up.
“Oh, you are!” she said. Then, Ruby paused again when she thought that she heard him saying something.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Fuck… me…” Joe mumbled.
“What? You want me to do what?”
“Fuck me! I am begging you! Please FUCK ME!!!”
Ruby drew back her whip. “You want me to fuck you?”
The mistress snickered as she lowered her whip. Well, she hadn’t expected all of this. This should make for an interesting night. She walked up to him and leaned in close to his ear.
“I’m going to leave you there and think about how bad you want to fuck me,” Ruby whispered. Then, she turned to leave. Joe shut his eyes again and listened to the sound of her heeled boots clacking across the cold, black floor.
My goddess…, he thought as the world began to sink into black around him.
Let a Woman be a Woman and Man be a Man