My heartbeat slowed when I faced the figure that had scared me (surprised, I corrected myself. He

only surprised me. The reason for this correction was, like a horse, I was firmly convinced he could smell

fear.) He stood the way he always did, facing me with his head turned down and away, as if it pained

him to look at me, the ever remaining reminder of a past that never went away. Did pasts ever go

away? Memories of an abusive father, increasingly absent mother, twin sister insistent on fucking me, me, a twelve year old whore, and

even later there was the violent husband. Like a character in a tragedy, I never was able to be truly

happy. His beautiful onyx eyes narrowed "what do you want?"

" I just brought up your breakfast." I replied placidly

He grunted, and I wondered if he was in a good enough mood to have a regular conversation (which

consisted of me talking and him answering with the occasional grunt) Instead, his face twisted ghoulishly,

some kind of monster, ghost, and beautiful man all in one. "OUT" screaming now, he pushed me out of

the barbershop. I felt so… futile. Like after along time of being without weight I suddenly had gravity

pressing down on every part of my body. Scaring me like flames perminitly scaring my skin, licking and

twisting erotically, waiting for me to die, to fall so they can feast on my ashes….

"LENORE! Come on hurry up!, the flames are going to eat you! Keep running, keep running whatever you do just don't DIE! LENORE! SISTER!"

Where am I? Its so cold here, so cold. A face immerging from the darkness…. Ice blue eyes… the soft

padding of feet…. I watched as she walked over to me, holding a candle that illuminated her pale face. "

Lenore" I said, terrified to death. Her pale brown hair fell across her back. "Elle" She smiled, her face

harsh."I missed you, my dear sister, how I've missed you…" she then kissed my lips, her soft pink meeting with my blood red…. Blood and lace….. blood and lace….

Now isn't this a twist! Now she has a twin sister, and guess what? She's coming back from the dead looking for hot lesbian incest.

Sweeney: are you SURE your 12?

Ophelia : positive

Sweeney: ok then…..

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SWEENEY TODD, MISS LOVETT, OR TEA

Love and tea,

Ophelia ember

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