[Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney nor any of it characters. Some of the scenes in this story will be familiar, but that is only because i am trying to tie my characters into the story. The only thing of diference to my story is that there is no Begger Woman, and Sweeney's wife really did die from drinking a poison.
Warning: there is a rape scene, there will be blood, and there will possibly even be some sexual themes
Not only is this my first Sweeney story, it is my first story ever!
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After 10 minuets of fretting in the mirror, Jasmine deduced that no amount of powder would cover this one up. The swelling around her eye was just as purple as it was when he hit her. Of course he had done worse, she figured. She got lucky this time that he was in a better mood.

Her eyes started to water up as she thought about how much her husband had changed since they were wed. He made her feel worthless. She felt alone, even in his company. At the beginning she told herself to be strong, but it was getting harder and harder every day. She had told herself numerous times that she wouldn't cry. She had held up that statement with honor so far.

"For god's sake woman! Are you done yet?"

Jasmine sighed. She was sure in trouble now. He hated taking her out with him while she looked a mess. The powder wasn't enough to fix around her eye. Looking into the mirror for the last time, her eyes focused on the long scar running from bellow her left ear to down her throat.

Looking away form her damaged skin, she headed down the steps to her awaiting husband. He scowled at her as she descended the stairs. His look didn't improve when he saw her face.

"I thought I told ye to cover that up!" Robert said infuriated.

"I did all I could!" she yelled back, her patience tiring with the man. She knew what was coming next after her little out burst though.

A swift smack sounded throughout the room as Robert's hand came in contact with Jasmine's cheek. She knew what she had done wrong, as it happened so frequently. She had learned to not ask what she had done wrong after the first time.

Robert moved aside as to follow her out the front door. She obliged, not wanting another smacking. He forced her arm into his own as they made there way into the marketplace of London.

Mrs. Lovett was preparing for a day out with her Mr. Todd. And boy was she excited. She hummed a tune to herself as she prepared herself to her best.

"I guess that's as good as it's gonna get my dearie." She mumbled to herself after trying to keep her hair from attacking the air around it. She heard the shop door open and shut with the sound of the bell above it.

"Looking lovely today Mista T." Mrs. Lovett exclaimed with a sensual smirk. Sweeney looked bored already. How did she talk him into doing this? He had to be seen out and about with her, when he would rather be upstairs in his room sharpening his razors to perfection. The only reason he agreed to attend her little escapade was to get a look at supposably the best barber in all of London.

"Best not be late my love!" Mrs. Lovett chimed into his thoughts as she looped her arm though his own.

The market was all hustle and bustle when the pair arrived, Sweeney quickly noting the stage set up in the middle of the square. 'Adolfo Pirelli: King of Barbers, Barber of Kings' read on the sign above the stage.

While noting his surroundings, his eyes fell on a short, chubby man speaking with another man and woman with their arms linked. A thought of rage passed through his mind when he spotted the Beadle Bamford. His hand went to his razors holster with a movement to attack, but was quickly stopped my Mrs. Lovett's hands holding him back.

As he viewed the small group, a feeling of déjà vu came upon him as his eyes fell upon the young blonde. The distance did not give him the look he need to answer the question that was welling up inside of him.

"Come along, dear." Mrs. Lovett muttered to Sweeney pulling him toward the stage.