He hated her, hated her for lying to him. Last nights events still ripe in his mind as Sweeney sat in his barbers chair… "Why?" He thought to himself, "Why didn't I kill her when he had the chance?" He had her, the razor to her throat and yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. Just weeks before he had announced they all deserved to die. Mrs. Lovett was not exception. She had lied to him, and because of this his dear Lucy had died in his hands…
He heard someone coming up the stairs. "Mr.T?" Mrs. Lovett said rather timidly. She stood in the doorway holding a tray with some food "I thought you might be hungry so I brought some food up for ya." She placed the food on the nearby trunk. How could she act as if it was just another day? Act as if he had never tried to kill her?, and she in turn hadn't pleaded for her life." Seeing this as the perfect opportunity to prove to himself that he could kill her. Kill her without a second thought as he had done to so many others, and that last night was simply a fluke.
"You alright Mr.T?" she asked. He pushed her in his barber chair and held the razor to her throat in one fluid motion. She just sat there in shock her chest rising and falling rapidly. He began to press the razor against her skin ever so lightly and soon small trickles of blood where beading onto his razor. And yet at this sight that should have enthralled him [as it often did when he killed someone his made his stomach churned. Excitement? Fear? No, none of these words seemed to fit how he felt.
"Please, Please Mr.T don't kill me, I don't want to die" she whimpered. Silent tears where now flowing down her face. Pressing even harder her blood was now flowing over his razor and pooling on her dress. More tears poured down her face but she didn't dare sob because the razor was still pressed to her throat. He quickly removed the razor from her through as if not on his own accord. He stood there for a minute, his brow furrowed. "Clean yourself up" he mumbled throwing rag at her. Mrs. Lovett was still in shock and still sat there her breathing slowing and blood dripping down her neck. "Leave me". But she still sat there "LEAVE ME! He shouted at her. She took the rag and scampered out of the room.
Returning to his barber chair Sweeney stared at his razor still dripping with Mrs. Lovett's blood. This sickened him. Why? He did not know. "Maybe after killing Lucy…maybe that's why I cant bring myself to kill again. Yes that's why I couldn't stand the sight of blood dripping down her pretty little… her neck." He thought to himself. The only certain thing now was that he wouldn't have a good nights sleep for along time…