Mrs. Lovett smiled, humming to her self as she wiped of the last of the tables. The boy was already asleep. It had been a busy day, customers streaming in constantly from the time she opened the doors until well after what would have normally been closing time. She sighed, bending over the table to scrub at a spot of dried on gravy.
She shivered as she felt a hand slide along her back and around her neck. "Mista T?" She inquired, doing her best to squirm out of the grip of whomever had her. "Let go a me I got work t' do!"
No one answered her question. The hand on her throat slid up and over her mouth. As it did she realized it couldn't be the man she had hoped it was. The hand was smooth and hot to the touch.
Nellie was really frightened now. She squirmed as hard as she could this time succeeding in slipping for his grip. She spun around to face a stranger. He was a good two heads taller than her; he had a big beefy build and stringy blond hair that came down to his shoulders.
They stood there staring at one another. He smiled, a lopsided grin that showed of broken and rotten teeth. She bit her lip, wishing she had some sort of weapon with her. After a few seconds she came to the conclusion her only chance would be to run for Sweeney's room.
Taking a deep breath she took off running. "Mista Todd!! Mista to-" She was cut off as her head collided with the steps. The man had tackled her as hard as he could. She was dazed and not managing to think straight until he had pulled both her hands above her head, holding the skinny wrist together in one hand as his lips roughly met hers.
His breath was foul and she almost gagged at his thick tong forced its way into her mouth. She kicked at him as hard as she could but he ignored her, mind fully occupied with the putrid kiss.
His free hand began running over her body, teasing and caressing her curves. Tears formed in her eyes. 'No!' she thought as they started to felt the cool dropletts down her cheeks. 'This cant be happening. There's no way this could be happening.' The man pulled away from her face finally and she took a few moments to draw in clean air before scrunching her face up and screaming for help as loud as she could.
The man glared at her, thick hand swinging across her pale face. "Quiet!" he growled. He slipped his hand in his pocket, digging around. She called out again. It was worth another smack if it could save her from what she feared he'd do. He glared at her, grabbing her head and smashing it hard against the side of the step it was closest to. She cried out again, this time from pain. He finally succeeded in finding what he had been looking for in his pocket and with a wicked smile pulled out a large dirty cloth. He balled it up she gaged as the filthy thing was stuffed it in her mouth. It tasted like oil and sea salt.
His right hand was back on her body, brushing over her breast through the corset she wore until finally he just yanked at it, tearing the seam. He tossed it over his shoulder, quite obviously not caring where it happened to land.
She couldn't even kick at him anymore. He had each of her legs pined down with one of his own. Nellie couldn't remember the last time she felt the terrified or helpless
His mouth found her nipples and he sucked roughly at them, biting and pinching them. She was sobbing now, little cries smothered in the cloth every time he bit down on her pale white skin. Even as he was focused on her neck and chest his other hand was slowly sliding up her skit and than pulling down her pantaloons.
He grinned at her, chuckling an evil laugh as he fumbled with his own clothes and change his position atop her. She knew what he was about to do and franticly began squirming again, bucking as hard as she could. She was still pressed against the steps and every movement dug the edge of one of the steps into her back and another into her leg. She didn't care. She had to get free, there was no was she could-
She shrieked, the sound echoing through the street even with the cloth in her mouth. It was horrible; he was inside her, moving. Her insides felt like they where tearing apart. Oh dear god, she prayed, trying ignoring the horrible sensations she was feeling. Please god let this end soon.
Sweeney Todd was just rounding the corner to Fleet Street when he paused, listening. He heard a scream pierce the air and his already ashen face paled even more. That sounded like Mrs. Lovett.
He rushed forward as quickly as he could to the shop than rounded the corned where the outside dining hall was. The sight he saw made his blood boil. He rushed forward, pulling his friend out of his pocket and drove it deep into the mans back. The man screamed, turning around to face Sweeney. They stood there, glaring at one another. The man made the first move, charging at the barber. Sweeny easily avoided the cumbersome brute and swung his razor widely, catching him in the arm.
Red sprayed everywhere and Mrs Lovett's attacker, realizing he was in trouble took of running, a big beefy hand clamped over the wound. He knew he should have chased him but Todd could care less at the moment. He wouldn't go to the cops for risk of revealing what hed done as well and if he was ever to come back Sweeney would kill him. He was more worried about the sobbing Mrs. Lovett at the foot of his stairs. She had pulled her skirts down in some maidenly attempt to hide her modesty but no way to cover up her exposed chest. Her face was buried in her hands and her shoulders where shaking.
Sweeney felt such a pang of sadness grip his heart he actually stopped dead in his tracks for a moment. That didn't make sense. He didn't care about the baker at his feet in the least bit. No he just didn't want to see a woman mistreated, that was all. He bent over, picking her feather light frame off the ground. He didn't say anything to her. There was nothing to be said at the moment. For once she didn't say anything either, just hid her face against his shoulder. At first he moved to take her to her room but after a few steps seemed to consider otherwise and instead carried her up the steps to his apartment. Her sat her down on the bed and left with out a word. A few minutes later he return with a clean dress, a washcloth and a bucket of water.
"Mrs. Lovett?" He said her name softly. She hadn't moved since he sat her down. Her back was to him. He reached out a hand, surprised to find it was shaking and pulled at her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. Her eyes where red from crying, there was blood running down the side of her head. Her exposed flesh was covered in savage bite markes.
"Ohh" He reached out, his hand going to a red spot on her cheek. "I got there too late." He mumbled. If only he had ended his walk a few minutes earlier or for that mater been up in his room he would have been able to protect her from this. He didn't even stop to wonder this time why he felt it was his job to protect her or why for that matter he was so upset by what had happened to baker.
She shook her head slightly, giving him a small smile with those bruised lips. "You stopped him Mista T." She said quietly. "Thank you." Her head was aching where she had hit the stairs and all she wanted to do right now was sleep. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes open.. Mr. T was saying something else to her but she couldn't focus on what it was. Almost as soon as she closed her eyes she drifted off into a dreamless sleep
Yea, review and stuff please. I'm sorry about ending it like that but I didn't want the chapter to be too long. I'll try to have the next chapter up soon if anyone actually cares abut the story. If not I might not continue.