Her hands were pinned above her head by one of his. His body was pressed up flushed against her own. She had squeezed her eyes tightly shut, but she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was going to kill her. Nellie Lovett was going to die tonight. And although she had been expecting it, had been for weeks now, she wasn't ready. There was to much she still wanted to do.

"Mista T...please. Not now. Please love, I'm beggin' ya." Her voice trembled as she spoke, eyes still tightly shut. He didn't reply, but she felt the cold, blood thirsty edge of one of his "friends" touch the soft skin on her throat. She gasped in surprise and instinctively attempted to turn her head away.

"Now, now pet," he spoke softly, as if speaking to a child. "Why so afraid? Not ready to die? As you so deserve to? Not quite ready for an eternity in hell?" he increased the pressure of the blade slightly, letting just the very tip break a small bit of skin.

She whimpered softly and her small body began to shake in fear. "Fine then," she whispered. He wanted to scare her before he killed her. Well at this point she couldn't stop him from hilling her. But she could take the fun out of it for him. "Kill me."

She felt the pressure on the blade faulter for a moment.

Good. She had thrown him for a loop.

The pressure returned and was increased. She hissed at the sting that flared up from where the blade bit into her pale flesh.

"Go ahead. Kill me. Like you said love, I deserve to die." She heard his deep throated growl at her words. He was getting angrier.

"Mrs.. Lovett...are you trying to make me end your life faster?" His voice sounded strained, as though he was keeping something back.

"You're going to kill me anyways. Why prolong it?" She opened her big brown eyes and saw that his black ones were confused. She had to stop herself from smirking. Instead she lifted her neck up, opening it more for his blade. She hissed again when the blade dug deeper into her skin by her own movements. "Just try to go deep enough the first time love, if you will." She closed her eyes again. Waiting for the pain and the black abyss of death.

The blade didn't move.

She cracked an eye open slightly. Watching the mans face change, anger to confusion and confusion turned into something akin to...pain?

She let out fast shallow gasps for her last unhindered breathes for air. And she waited.

Suddenly the blade moved across her throat.

'Goodbye Toby. Goodbye Mista T. I forgive ya for killin' me ya know. I will always love ya Mista T. Always...' She thought quickly. Waiting for her body to recognize the deadly blow.

Instead it stung as it recognized the shallow incision on her neck. Her eyes shot open in confusion, meeting his onyx ones. His face moved down to her neck and the stinging sensation was eased by his warm breath, and then his tongue on the incision, licking away the blood coming out.

He kissed around her throat for a while, still washing away her precious rubies as they spilled out of her slightly damaged skin. Slowly his mouth began moving closer to her face. She was now panting in both arousal and confusion.

He had thrown her for a loop now.

His lips found hers and she sighed into his mouth as his tongue begged for entrance.

When they broke for some much needed air their foreheads rested together.

"Thank you Mrs. Lo—...Nellie." He whispered softly.

"Anytime love."

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