Sweeney Todd looked up from his dead wife, cradled in his arms, to Mrs Lovett who was backing away, apprehensively towards the back wall.
"You lied to me" He began, through gritted teeth, his face pale against the contrast of bright red blood splattered across his face. His eyes glistened with tears, everything he had worked towards, everything he had planned and looked forward to was finished. All for her, for Lucy, his beautiful wife who now lay dead in his lap: and it was all his own fault! He stared at Mrs Lovett, vacant expression plastered on his face and she murmered something about the sea and her intentions.
Suddenly something snapped inside of Sweeney. This wasn't his fault! He didn't know! How could he know? This was her fault. That evil, selfish, coward of a woman!
"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always, as you've said repeatedly there's little point in dwelling on the past!" He was advancing towards her fast. His whole front soaked in fresh splattered blood.
Mrs Lovett knew, she could see it in his demonic eyes; he never forgets, never forgives. For this she would surely lose her life. She listened carefully to his words, but knew there was no truth behind them, there was not a single hint of honesty in this man. So unpredictable, so mad, so unforgiving.
"Now come here, my love, not a thing to fear, my love" The madness was projected in his crazed eyes. His teeth gritted together, almost growling at her. He flung his razor across the floor and held out his hands to her.
He danced into her, scooping her up into a waltz and she found herself being twirled, erratically towards the open oven. Her eyes showed desperate hope and she gazed up into his, her bottom lip quivering; she wanted to believe him so much.
"What's dead is dead!" He continued, still staring her right in the face, his piercing gaze cutting into her soul as she felt his grip on her shoulder and waist tighten.
"Do you mean it? Everything I did I swear, I thought was only for the best, believe me!" She pleaded with him, his grip tightening further, fingers digging into her soft flesh. She let out a whimper that she had been trying so hard to keep in; a result of fear and desperation, and at the pain of his fingernails in her shoulder and waist.
At her whimper Sweeney's evil grin stretched into a wide sadistic beam. He abruptly stopped spinning them both and moved his hand from her waist and up to her face, stroking away the hair that was now becoming loose and falling onto her shoulders. She was shaking uncontrollably by now, which apparently amused and greatly pleased Sweeney.
She hadn't a clue what to expect from this man next, he could do anything to her down here, in the cellar far away from eyes and ears of any folk…
"Do you want me, Mrs. Lovett?" He smiled sickly at her, holding her face up to his and still with a tight iron grip on her shoulder. She stood, arms dangling helplessly at her sides, hey body completely stiffened and shaking, her bottom lip still trembling, and hot tears now falling from her huge dark eyes. It was as if he could see her, see everything of her; she felt bare, naked, her soul completely naked and in his grip.
"I… What?" She let out a squeak of a reply, her voice barely audible.
"Want me, Mrs. Lovett!" He yelled at her, spitting in her face as he shook her violently. She let out another gasp of fear and pain, still looking up at him, apparently unsure of the purpose or real meaning in his question. He glared angrily into her eyes, nostrils flared and fuming impatiently he watched the fear and desperation that danced
in her eyes. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingers, and his breath was just as heavy and uneven as hers now.
His hand that was holding her face moved fast down to her lower back and pulled her aggressively in to him, causing any breath that was left in her lungs to be squeezed out. His mouth snapped to her neck and bit mercilessly into her flesh.
"Mr. T…" She whimpered, the pain shot through her body as she felt hot liquid seeping down into her bossom.
Sweeney Todd sucked at the wound, bruising her flesh. As he felt her begin to finally struggle he grabbed her flailing wrists and pushed her up against the hard stone wall.
"Please, Mr.T" she begged "please, not like this!" He pulled his face away from her neck, but keeping his body pressed up hard against hers, pinning her to the wall. Her huge, deep eyes begged with him. He snorted at her, fresh blood at his lips, his evil grin not fading for a second.
"Oh, no, Mrs Lovett, not like this," before she could question him, he plunged his face into her ample cleavage and ran his tongue up her chest to the wound on her neck, lapping up the warm blood in one go. He lingered for a moment over the open wound, she shivered beneath him.
"Mr. T?" She asked, her voice timid and weak. He snapped his head up to look her in the eye.
"Not yet, anyway." And with that he marched off, banging the oven door shut as he left. Not sparing a single glance back.
This was better than a kill. Better than slicing the throat of any anonymous man… Mrs. Lovett would pay, oh yes, but not with her life. He would make her pay everyday for the rest of her life.