Later that day, Johanna began to start the work day. Once again, Mrs. Lovett was nowhere to be seen. She like talking to Toby, but after this morning, the only thing she wanted was to be with Mrs. Lovett. She looked everywhere, and she couldn't find her anywhere. Then, Johanna got an idea of where she might be.

Nellie was in the bakehouse as usual, chopping up the bodies of Sweeney's victims. She hummed lightly to herself while she sawed the head off of a particularly fat man. She had grown so accustomed to seeing and baking the dead bodies, that it didn't bother her the way it used to.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the familiar creak of the bakehouse door being opened. She stopped what she was doing and called, "Mr. T?"

"N-No…" Johanna responded timidly. She quickened her pace down the stairs.

Nellie's eyes widened to the size of bowling balls and she breathed, "Jo…" She dropped her knife, which hit the floor with a loud clatter, and dashed over to the stairs to meet Johanna at the bottom. She immediately turned her around and started pulling her back up the stairs.

"No, Nellie! I wanted to see you!" she demanded and tried to turn around.

But Nellie was too strong. She held her facing forward and kept moving toward the upper floor.

"No, Nellie, please! I want to help you!" Johanna protested.

"Not today," she said firmly as they reached the door. She turned the girl so she was facing her and kissed her passionately. She felt Johanna part her lips, and took the opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth.

She soon pulled away, earning a soft whimper of protest from the girl.

"I love you," Nellie said before opening the door and pushing the girl out, slamming it behind her. She sighed in relief and went back downstairs.

Johanna stood, startled, at the bakehouse door. From the way Mrs. Lovett had kissed her, she thought for sure it would have turned into more. She sighed and walked back to the kitchen.

"This girl…" Nellie muttered as she went back to work. When she finally got the body chopped and grinded, she went to start the pies. But she soon found that she was nearly out of spices. She sighed, wiped the sweat from her brow, and started toward the stairs. She climbed them quickly and entered the kitchen, where the last of the customers were just leaving. Had she really been working for so long?

It had been a hard day in the shop. Mrs. Lovett wasn't there, so Johanna was basically the woman in charge. She wasn't sure if she was okay with working without the baker because of how the customers treated her.

Most treated her as if she were a child, but some of the men would say vulgar things to her, and reminded her of Turpin. She sighed again. But then she saw Mrs. Lovett moving through the kitchen.

"Nellie!" she exclaimed, running after her.

Jo," Nellie smiled and embraced Johanna as she ran toward her.

Johanna brought her arms around the petite baker. "I missed you today…and I wanted to thank you for this morning…" she whispered in her ear.

"Not now, dear. I have to go to the market," Nellie said before sweetly kissing the blonde.

Johanna pulled away and her face lit up. "Can I go with you?" she asked eagerly.

"I'm afraid not, dear." Nellie saw Johanna's face fall, and immediately regretted her words. But she had to go alone. She kissed her again, trying to cheer her up.

Johanna gave Mrs. Lovett a weak smile and silently went upstairs for bed.

Nellie sighed sadly and headed toward the side door. She went outside and started up the stairs to Sweeney's shop. She knocked lightly on the door before entering. Sweeney was standing by the window, cleaning his spotless razor, as usual.

"Mr. T? I'm going to the market, love," she said loudly.

Sweeney grunted in reply, not even bothering to look at the redhead. She rolled her eyes and left, heading for the market. Thankfully, it was still open.

Johanna decided to lay down in Mrs. Lovett's bed. It had been a hard day, and frankly, she was very tired.

Nellie had gotten the spices she needed, and was about to leave, when something caught her eyes. A bundle of rope hung on a hook in a shop window.

She walked over and eyed it curiously. She remembered how Johanna had reacted that morning, her pleasure at being treated so roughly. And suddenly, she got an idea.

After all, the girl did need to learn not to go back in the bakehouse. Grinning, she walked in and bought the rope. She also bought some massage oil and a switch used for whipping cattle, putting her plan together in her head as she went.

Johanna would be punished for what she did.

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I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW! Another short chapter, but I promise. The next chapter will be UUBER long and FULL OF SEX! Promise. 3 3 3