A Voice Split the Darkness


Something was happening. Kimberly Allen felt the pressure around her neck, as though a noose was getting tighter and tighter. She felt the pressing of thumbs and a faint sizzling sensation in her throat. She couldn’t fight back because her hands and feet were tied down. She was completely helpless.

Sweat poured down her face, broke over her thin jaw, and drained down her neck. Her hands were trembling and the veins popping up as she tried pulling against the constraints. She held her breath while trying to fight off the premature stages of death.

A voice split the darkness. “It will be over soon, and perhaps I will do you the honor of killing you quickly. I must be honest with you, I do enjoy slow deaths.”

“Please, do what you have to do to me, but let me go. Don’t kill me, I promise I won’t fight you. I have a family; I have a little boy who needs me.”

“I’ll think about it,” the voice replied calmly. “However, there is approximately a ninety five percent chance that you will not survive the rape.”

Desperate now, Kimberly Allen raised her voice. “I have a family who needs me, please.”

There was more pressure around her neck, less air. There was a faint movement around the room as if they were being watched. Kimberly Allen gritted her teeth as weakness flooded into her limbs.

She knew all reasoning went out the window, but if she could only see death coming, perhaps she could reason with it. Death doesn’t mutilate, or shock the body. It enters quietly and removes the soul away with gentle hands.

Then cold truth hit her square in the face. When death comes, it’s too late. Kimberly Allen misunderstood the role of a victim. There was no reasoning with a madman and there was nothing she could say that would stop him.

She bit her bottom lip until blood sprayed. As if to mock her fading hope and fan her fear, as the unwanted pressure between her legs began.

Her body rattled and howled in pain, as she slid far to the left before the constraints reminded her that she couldn’t move anymore. The violence just gnawed at her. She didn’t have to grab for balance no matter how much she shook, but she wished she could be anywhere else.

She was angry, but the anger left her face when she started to think of her family. She knew they would miss her and wondered if she’d miss them in death.

The darkness grunted like a pig, and she stared at him, her face numb, her hands cold, yet they were sweating so she clenched them. Her eyes narrowed making her seem incensed that she couldn’t stop the sick bastard.

He caught her hair in his hands and drew her face up until her mouth met his. She tasted blood, but it took her only a moment to realize it was her own, wrung from a bottom lip she had just punctured not to long ago.

In the aftermath of the rape, darkness would lay back as if there wasn’t a care in the world. Kimberly Allen was no longer angry. Her anger faded in the wake of another emotion, a much milder one. An emotion that would help her move on, accept death. That emotion was love.

She saw the dark shadows split aside and allow the light to enter. There in the light her family stood there. A smile stayed on her face when her little boy kept saying he loved her. Her husband held him close as if indicating he will protect him with his life. That moment filled her with warmth as she turned away and welcomed death with open arms.


© 2013 Frank Atanacio

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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Oh, Frank…this left me with tears. Such superb writing with imagery that is poignant and uncompromising. I am speechless. Voted up and sharing.

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Genna East bless you

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Patty Inglish, MS 3 years ago from North America

Your narrative is gripping, gritty and realistic, I must say. Your Hub should be read by all high school students who might be at risk for rape, so that they will realize that they must stay alert and recognize red flags in relationships and the environment so that they can save themselves. Rated Up and more.

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Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

I agree with Patty and because your writings are so real it may just be what it takes to make them be more cautious. How very many have known this fate and still they go on. ^

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Patty, and Jackie for reading my Darkness....bless you both

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Daniel F Young 3 years ago from Newcastle,England

nice work fella,

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Dark and chilling ... and sad she had to die : ( I hope she is not really dead.

That line about death, "It enters quietly and removes the soul away with gentle hands." Whoa, disturbing.

I think that I would not give anyone the satisfaction of pleading with someone who was planning on killing me ... to take away their thrill!

Up and more

Hugs and blessings,

Faith Reaper

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Jodah 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

That was gripping stuff Frank, and very sad. The realism of your stories is what makes them so 'shocking'. I agree with the others, but i kept hoping Kimberly would escape, or at least survive. damn you...for not always having happy endings...haha.

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Daniel for stopping by.. and always Faithful dear faith good to see you god bless you girl and thanks you for reading my darkness. Jodah always good to see you too bro...

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FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

I especially like the line about death entering quietly and removing the soul with gentle hands. This is startling and well written, brutal and sad. I hope he gets what's coming to him.

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you flourish for reading my darkness bless you :)

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Storytellersrus 3 years ago from Stepping past clutter

This was very difficult to reconcile, with Christmas music playing in the background. Such atrocities exist in the world beyond "Tidings of Comfort and Joy." I admit to shutting them out at times. My wish? Someday this is no woman's reality. Hugs, Frank.

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Valleypoet 3 years ago

The violence was horrific, the crime unforgivable, yet her soul somehow managed to find peace at the end....great writing Frank:-))

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

My wish too Storytellerus, thanks for reading my Darkness, and Valleypoet always good to see you bro hope all is well with you and your family :)

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SandCastles 3 years ago

These hateful losers don't understand love. I remember when I was working part-time cutting grass and picking weeds for the city and I was dropped off at a lonely little area to cut suckers from trees while the rest of the crew worked in a different location. I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings but I had a feeling and I looked up to see two men watching me, one on either side of the grass median. They didn't say anything but they looked predatory like a couple of raptors from Jurassic Park. I stared back at them and held my gaze and started cutting the suckers savagely (symbolism). They looked at each other and then turned and walked away. I was lucky. A person said they were probably just looking at what I was doing and I scared the hell out of them but I don't think so; I interpreted their behaviour as threatening.

Excellent writing Frank Atanacio.

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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Frank - Gritty, chilling, and gripping as always. Interesting perspective on death, not as the ferocious enemy, the devourer, but as a sort of kind and gentle deliverer, one who delivers the suffering person from all horror and pain. An interesting and possible more helpful way to view death. Great write. Hope your december is going well. Theresa

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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

Death has been a friend to many people. You have given us something to think about: "Death doesn’t mutilate . . . It enters quietly and removes the soul away with gentle hands." Your story makes us appreciate that. Thank you.

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Sandcastles thank god nothing happened.. bless you for stopping by...:) and Hey, great to see you Phdast7 hope all is well with you and as Always for MsDora thank you for reading my darkness bless you guys

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tobusiness 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Frank, this is a measure of your talent as a crime writer, you take a heinous, atrocious crime and you make us go through all the emotions, hate, anger, sympathy, loathing and the utter helplessness of the situation. No doubt about it, you can certainly write. :)

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LadyFiddler 3 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Frankie i must say this was very interesting from start to finish. That sick bastard i wished somehow she could have gotten away. So sad and it's reality so many women go through this everyday in this cruel selfish world.

Thanks for sharing.

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Alastar Packer 3 years ago from North Carolina

You sometimes don't know what you've got till it's gone. That sentiment applies in spades to your writing, which I believe you pick -up on that radio dial of existence like few others. Its been far too long that I've missed many of your latest getting other things off the ground - no more my friend. Your a talent in this area is one to follow religiously.

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Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

Shocking and sad. You have the power to move our emotions with your words. Very well written.

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Anna :)

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Just Ask Susan 3 years ago from Ontario, Canada

You had me on the edge of my seat as always Frank. I knew that this would end as it did but I still had a glimmer of hope inside me thinking that perhaps the attacker would let her go. Happy New Year and I hope that you had a nice Christmas.

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you Susan for visiting my darkness.. and I hope you had a go holiday as well bless you and your family :)

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Jane Arden 3 years ago

Oh that was so sad. Really well written as usual. Horrible thought that people undergo this torture.

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Frank Atanacio 21 months ago from Shelton Author

Thank you again Jane :)

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lisavanvorst 21 months ago from New Jersey

Wow, facing death in the face, this sent chills to my spine. Bravo Frank!

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Frank Atanacio 21 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much savvydating and Lisavanvorst for reading my darkness

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Frank Atanacio 16 months ago from Shelton Author

tobusiness and Lady.. thank you so much for your comments and for reading the darkness and Alastar thanks so much for that wonderful comment in which I know I hardly deserve, but taking it ..:) bless you guys

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