"Mr T., I brought ya some breakfast", chirped Mrs. Lovett as she entered Sweeney Todd's barber shop.
"Leave it there." Sweeney mumbled.
"I was goin' down to the market today, you want to come love?" she asked.
"No. The judge may come." he said, almost growling.
Mrs. Lovett was fed up with his obsession with the judge. Why couldn't he be obsessed over her? "Why do you care so much about your stupid revenge and the stupid judge anyway?", she blurted out. Immediatly, she realized that she had said the wrong thing.
Sweeney whipped around, pinning Mrs. Lovett to the wall, hand around her throat. "STUPID revenge? STUPID? Judge Turpin raped my wife. He's the reason she's gone. And you call it stupid?"
"I-i'm sorry M-mr T... I d-don't know what came o-over me...forgive me.." she cried.
"No. I don't forgive. I will make you pay, bitch." he growled at her, taking his razor and slitting open her dress.
"No!! Please Mr. T, NO! Please!!" she pleaded.
Sweeney ripped her dress off, and ignored her screams, her begging. Quickly he thrust into her, moaning.
"No, no no, please god stop Mr. T!!", Mrs.Lovett screamed. He put his hand on her mouth, trying to shut her up as he kept thrusting, harder and rougher each time. Soon a slight moan escaped Mrs. Lovett's lips, a moan of pleasure instead of pain.
That bloody slut is enjoying it! he thought. He thrust harder, climaxing.
"Oh, Mr. T, oh yes!" she screamed as she climaxed with him, her whole body shaking.
"You're a fucking slut, Mrs. Lovett."
Mrs. Lovett sat up quickly, and slapped him hard across the face. Quickly she ran out of the room, before he could do something to her...again. She ran down to the bakehouse and locked herself in. She fell down on the floor, sobbing. He's right, I am a slut. He raped me and I liked it. What the bloody hell is wrong with me?
Deep inside, she knew what was wrong with her.
She was in love with Sweeney Todd. And nothing could change her mind.