Hey guys. Decided to start a new fic since I finished my old one. I'm not sure that I like this one at all though, so if you don't either, I'll trash it. Just let me know what you think so I know what to do with it. Continue? Start over? What? The quicker I get reviews on this, the quicker I will either update it, or start something new. :) And thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my other fic. It was fun!

Nellie Lovett woke up bright and early, as she did every day, ready to bake the pies she'd need to open her shop by lunch time. She decided, that day, to let Toby sleep in. She would go the market on her own, and maybe pick up a little treat for the boy. It was, after all, his birthday. Unfortunately, this was a decision she would soon regret.

As she made her way through the shops she needed to go to, she kept her eye open for a nice little gift for Toby. She was paying too much attention to that, to realize that there was someone following her. Finally, she saw a box of Toby's favorite chocolates and figured she'd better just buy those, since it was getting close to time to open the shop and she still had some baking to do.

As she was paying, Beadle Bamford stepped up beside her. "Special occasion?" He asked, giving her what she could only assume was his version of a smile.

"Well, yes. It's my son's birthday, you see." She answered, a bit uneasy around him.

"Ah. He's a lucky boy." Bamford winked at her, and she flinched.

"Yes, I s'pose so." She nodded at him, walking away and hoping he'd take the hint.

He didn't. He followed her out of the store and down the street.

"Can I 'elp you?" She snapped, getting annoyed.

"Why, yes. You can." He gave her another grin and grabbed her arm.

She jerked it away and started walking faster. "What do you want?"

"I've 'ad my eye on you for a while, Mrs. Lovett. You see, I think we'd be 'elpful to one another."

"I don't." She said curtly. "I've really got to hurry home. I'm late to open the shop."

"Well then we'll just 'ave to make it quick, won't we?" He smirked. He grabbed at her again and she tried to bat him away. "You see, ma'am, I know what you and that barber are up to. But so long as you do what I say, I won't 'ave to run off and tell my dear friend Judge Turpin." He pulled her in another direction. "You'll come with me." He ordered.

She gulped. She couldn't have him running off to the judge, but she didn't know how she'd manage this, either. So she did as she was told and followed him to a building she'd never even known existed. He led her inside, never letting go of her arm, and took her bags from her. He set them down at the door and dragged her over to a dusty, beat up sofa. "Shall we?" He asked.

"N-no..Please. Isn't there something else I can do for you?" She tried to reach for her money.

"This will do just fine." He reached up and ripped her dress, just enough so he could pull it off.

She shivered, wrapping her arms around her exposed body. "Please." She said again, hopelessly. "I can't..."

"Oh, but you can. You'll see."

The rest was a blur. A heavy, painful, blur.