The Souls Missing Piece (Carlisle Cullen x Reader)

Chapter 3 Hurt

I'd like to put a small warning here. Please read with caution. It isn't too big but it can be triggering to some so please be careful and watch out for yourself alright? Thank you.

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After that, (Y/N)s mind was out of focus constantly. She couldn't keep her thoughts away from HIM for more than five minutes. It was way worse than before. Now it wasn't just affecting her waking state but also her sleep. Pretty badly too. She was having a hard time falling asleep every night and she woke up early and couldn't fall asleep again. She'd just lay in her bed, absentmindedly stroking Cap as she thought of Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

Three days after their trip to the forest (Y/N) was just finishing work, about to clog out. She sat down at the break table for a bit. Today was a late day for her and she was absolutely exhausted. She needed just... five minutes to relax a bit. Then she would go home. But as she thought that, her head dropped to the table with a smack and she was out like a light.

A few hours later the woman started to stir again. A groan left her lips at the uncomfortable position and lifted her head a bit. Fuck, she thought to herself, rubbing her slightly sore head. Cap was probably starving at home right now. With a bit of effort (Y/N) got herself up from the table, stumbling a bit from her sleepiness still. Luckily she had changed earlier so it wasn't a problem to just go right away. After grabbing her things she quickly exited through the back door and with a yawn headed towards home. Luckily it wasn't raining or anything.

The girl adjusted her bag as it was slipping off her shoulder and as she did so, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Something... shining? She had spotted it up ahead near one of the corners leading down the other streets. Perhaps she should investigate?

(Y/N) took hesitant steps towards the object she had seen glimmer in the street lights. The sun was going down. She hadn't really checked the time as her only thought had been getting home as soon as possible but it was probably pretty late by now. The street lights were on at least so that was some indication.

As (Y/N) neared the object that glistened it seemed to disappear, only to reappear right in front of her in the form of a knife pointed right at her face. (Y/N) stopped, her eyes glued to the knife as they widened in horror. At the end of the knife was a man cloaked in shadows. He wore dark clothes and had equally dark hair. The only thing lighting him up was the street lamps and the glimmer in his eyes.

(Y/N) started backing away but the man moved quickly and grabbed her arm, spinning her around as he smirked at her. He held her to his body as he took a long sniff of her hair. A whimper left (Y/N)s lips as the man chuckled darkly.

"P-please let me go." (Y/N) pleaded, closing her eyes as she was too afraid to see what was going to happen next. The man started moving the two and out of instinct (Y/N) matched his backing footsteps.

"I don't think so poppet." The skeevy man whispered into her ear, making an uncomfortable shiver run down her spine. "I've got a few things I'd like to discuss first. Come quietly and I won't harm you."

(Y/N) held back a sob as her eyes stung from the tears threatening to spill. The knife was to her throat and she couldn't do anything about it. Her arms were locked against her body and if she kicked him she was afraid of the consequences. This wasn't looking good. At all. The man led the two into a dark corner of the street, pinning (Y/N) against the wall behind her as his hand started feeling up and down on her backside.

(Y/N) let out another whimper as a few tears spilled. If she could just get him to losen the knife then she could do something! Anything! All she needed was a second and then-

"Don't you worry poppet." The man rasped, his voice turning husky as he slowly unbuttoned (Y/N)s jacket. "I'll make you feel great. Just relax."

The knife at her throat loosened slightly but she could feel a stinging where it had been. (Y/N) squirmed in his grip as his large hands groped places she'd rather left untouched. (Y/N) wanted to scream but the cool steal against her throat told her it was a bad idea. And suddenly screaming became impossible as the mans mouth closed over her own. (Y/N) squinted her eyes together in pain as his teeth dug into her lips, probably drawing blood. His tongue dived into her mouth as it began exploring it as if it owned the place.