A/N: Sweeney never found out that he actually murdered his Lucy and he never killed Mrs L because I think they're a way better couple anyway D: After Sweeney killed Turpin he moved himself, Toby, and Nellie to the house she'd wanted. You know, the one by the sea! P.S. I absolutely suck at this lmao so whatever. It was an assignment for school.
She was so happy, finally. Nellie smiled to herself as she sat in the sand. Toby was swimming just out of her sight and her Sweeney was off brooding somewhere. She hummed to herself a little as she daydreamed. She was so at peace here that she slowly began to drift into a light slumber. This simple happiness proved to be Nellie's worst nightmare.
It seemed hours had gone by when she finally opened her eyes. The stench repulsed her and she choked back tears when she saw the shackles she was bound in. She blinked furiously trying to figure out where, exactly, she was. She tried to cry out but found that there was a cloth in her mouth. She was hanging against a cold brick wall, that much she knew, and she was terrified.
"Mum? MUM? Mrs. Lovett!!? Are you 'ere?" Toby walked along the beach growing more and more worried with every passing second. Sweeney was half running, his heart pounding. "Mrs. Lovett!" He called. "Boy THINK! Are you SURE she was 'ere?" Toby could only nod. "I was..I was swimming sir! I wasn't gone an hour…She was right there! Oh no….Oh NO! I promised her sir."
Her first thought was of Toby. Where was he now? She could remember the song he'd sung to her, that he'd never let anything hurt her. Hot tears began to pour down her cheeks. Her vision was blurred but she could see that she was no longer alone. There was a tall, dark figure looming in front of her.
She struggled to get the cloth out of her mouth, spitting and coughing until she could speak. "Who are you…" she demanded as forcefully as she could manage. "Where am I?"
The figure looked at her, threw back its head, and let out a hearty laugh. "Ah, Mrs. Lovett…don't you remember me?"
She shook her head, as curious as she was afraid. "I…let me down from 'ere!" She kicked uselessly at the wall. "Right now! I don't know who you are or how you know me but you'd be wise to let me go."
"Feisty, are we? Look closer, Nellie." He stepped forward and her confusion turned to horror. He threw off his jacket and began to unzip his trousers.
"You!" She hissed. "Keep away from me…" She felt the bile rising to her throat and she swallowed hard. "Leave me alone!"
He was not deterred. He was soon standing in front of her, completely nude. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look or she'd be sick. She could smell him coming closer and gagged. She was greeted with a sharp slap across the face, which knocked her head back into the wall behind her. She slipped in and out of consciousness over the next few minutes waking up only to feel him inside her or to vomit. He ripped her apart and slammed her against the wall a final time, before letting her out of her chains and bringing her limp body back to where he'd found it. He then slipped off into what was now a foggy, damp night.
"Mr. Todd…we 'ave to get the law in this!" Toby panted, trying to keep up as they raced back to the cottage. They'd been out looking fore nearly three hours.
"No!" Snarled Sweeney. "They don't understand her!" He knew what they had done. He knew the police were looking for them. "Mrs. Lovett!" He spotted her badly beaten body right were Toby had said. His usually pale white face turned a deep shade of crimson when he saw the blood and bruises that were already beginning to surface. He managed to scoop her up as gently as he could though his blood was boiling. Toby couldn't move. He stared as Mr. Todd brought his caretaker inside. He looked down at the bloody sand beneath his feet and cried.
Inside, Sweeney was removing the dress that had been carelessly reattached to her body. It wasn't even on properly; it was backwards. She was all cut up, there was bruises forming everywhere. He groaned just looking at her. He grabbed a cloth and wet it with warm water, running it all over her and cleaning off all the dried blood he could manage. He felt awkward seeing her naked without her knowledge. He went as quickly as he could into her room and grabbed the nightgown she had laid out on her bed, quickly but tenderly putting it on her. Her eyes fluttered open as he pulled the covers over her. "Mr T-" she rasped before breaking into a fit of coughs.
"Don't speak." He got up and got her a glass of water. She shook her head when he offered it to her, closing her eyes so as not to let a single tear escape them.
