Hello again sweeties! How have you been?

Here is the new chapter! It took me a bit, but not as much as others!

I think this is a bit shocking at the end, maybe… Just to let you know…

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'Bring her here' the sailor smiled 'But downstairs. Leave her with my neighbor'.

'Thank you Mr. Todd. Thank you! You have been a good friend to me! I hope one day I could pay you back!'

'Don't worry Anthony'

'I'm leaving now Mr. Todd; I have a plan to carry on! Goodbye my friend!'

And he left the parlour leaving Sweeney alone. The barber was so tired that he fell into his barber chair, closing his eyes. It was the first moment of calm he had in the whole day. It was cold there, but he didn't care. He didn't want to think or feel anything, dozing in the silence that filled the room until a knock on the door brought him back to reality.

'What do you want now?' He roared 'Leave me alone!'

The tiny head of Toby appeared at the door.

'Ah, it's you boy...' he hissed, narrowing his eyes to look at him, upset.

'I'm sorry Mr. Todd, but Mrs. Lovett told me you wanted to talk to me, Sir.'

Bitch, he thought opening his eyes.

'It's her the one who wants me to talk to you' He ran his fingers through his hair, still sitting in his chair.

Toby looked at him awkwardly. The barber was rather chatty that morning.

'Well boy, what do you exactly want to know?' The barber's fingers started to caress the handle of one of his silver friends.

'About what, Sir?' his eyes were moving from the barber's eyes to the sharp razor. 'I don't understand what you say...'

'About adults...' Sweeney narrowed his eyes again, looking at the boy above the shiny metal '... your mum told me you wanted to know, boy... For her own sake, she'd better not be lying...'

Toby blushed and Sweeney couldn't help a flash of a smile. The boy was feeling uncomfortable and scared in his presence. Sweeney was praying for a costumer to enter the shop.

'Ah no, Sir... I know what you are doing...' he doubted for a moment '...you are committing adultery!'

Sweeney looked at the boy open mouthed.

'Everybody knows, Mr. Todd. And I know it's not my bloody business...'

The razor almost slipped from the barber's hands.

'... but don't hurt her or I'll kill you...'

Toby regretted the words as they left his mouth. He saw the glint of madness in the adult's eyes and babbled.

'I... mean...'

That was his opportunity. Sweeney stood from where he was seated and advanced towards the boy furiously, clutching the sharp razor tightly in his right hand.

'Are you threatening me?'

Sweeney Todd held Toby by the hair and pressed the razor to his neck.

'ARE YOU, STUPID BOY?' he bellowed.

'No Mr Todd...' the words flowed hastily '... I didn't mean that!'

The barber pressed the razor against his throat.

'What did you mean then?'

Toby was trembling, feeling the cold blade piercing his skin little by little.

'I meant... You should marry Mrs. Lovett if you love her!'

'Love? Love?!' He laughed hysterically. Madness clouded his mind. 'I don't love your mother!'

A thin trickle of blood ran down Toby's neck.

'It's just sex, boy! Just sex! Could you understand that?' Another superficial cut, he didn't want to kill the boy, just scare him. 'And try to explain that to my Mrs. Lovett!'

My Mrs. Lovett?

The words betrayed him but he didn't care.

'Please Mr. Todd...' The boy was begging repeatedly under his grasp '... Please... Don't kill me, please!!'

The door burst open and a well looking man stared at the two of them.

'Mr. Todd, I need a shave!' he said politely before realizing what was taking place in the room. 'Oh! I'm sorry sir; I can come later if I interrupt something…'

The barber freed the boy, who ran to the door as fast as he could.

'Come on Sir, come on. I was just trying to teach my apprentice how he has to shave a costumer, but as you see, he has no skills at all!'

The man looked at the trembling boy, leaning against the door frame, and nodded, drops of blood staining the collar of his white shirt

'You have to take care of those nerves if you want to be as good as your Master is!'

The man advanced to where Sweeney was polishing his razors and sat on the barber's chair.

'Go downstairs and help Mrs. Lovett, Toby. We will finish with our little chat latter.' Sweeney hissed dangerously and the boy left the room.

'You see, Sir, boys these days…' Sweeney moved his hand, playing the little incident down and the costumer nodded. 'Well Sir, what can I do for you today?'

Mrs. Lovett was opening her shop for the evening downstairs, moody because she lost the whole morning with the Anthony incident, when Toby entered her parlour running, his shirt stained with blood.

'Toby? Toby?' The baker left was she was doing and ran after him. 'Are you ok? Did he hurt you?'

The boy locked himself in the bathroom.

'Leave me alone!' He was sobbing hard.

'Toby, please, what is wrong?'

'LEAVE ME!'

'Toby! I'm you… Mum! Let me help you!' she knocked hard on the door. 'Please, Toby…' Mrs. Lovett hit the door harder again and again and finally the boy opened it, his face and hair soaked, his shirt stained with dry blood. Mrs. Lovett's eyes found the marks in the boy's neck.

'What have he done? Did he hurt you?'

The boy nodded.

'We were talking about you…' he sobbed '… and he went mad…'

Mrs. Lovett patted his head; her eyes wide open in disbelief.

'… and he did cut me!'

'Let me see them, I'll clean your wounds…'

'Thank God that man entered the shop… Or I'll be dead, mum!'

'I don't think so, Toby, Mr. Todd wouldn't kill a fly!' her voice fainted a little and she entered the bathroom and took some cotton. 'Let me clean that, love…' She grinded her teeth '… and I'll talk to Mr. T later'.

She was supposed to be angry, but she wasn't. Seated there, near to Toby, cleaning the wounds that her lover had made to his adoptive children, she realized how messed up her life was.

'Toby, you are not hurt. These are only some scratches'.

The boy was still grouching and sobbing.

'But he tried to kill me!'

'No, he doesn't! I'm sure you pissed him off!'

'We were talking about you and I told him that he should marry you if he loves you! I did nothing wrong!'

Mrs. Lovett looked at him open mouthed.

'You did what?'

'I told him to marry you' the boy repeated, calmer now. 'He loves you, doesn't he? That why you let him…' the boy blushed again, his ears as red as the blood that stained his shirt '… I mean, that why you have sex, don't you?'

The expression in Mrs. Lovett's face was unreadable.

'Toby, this is more complicated than you think, love. But don't worry, I'll be fine. We'll be fine…'

'But…' he opened his mouth to speak again but Mrs. Lovett silenced him.

'Now, Toby, dear, haven't we had enough of this foolish chatter? Here, how about I give you a shiny new penny and you can fetch us some nice toffees?' The woman handled the coin to Toby that was rather upset and worried. 'And here you have a clean shirt!'

'Mum?'

'What is now Toby?'

'I love you... If something ever happened to you...'

'I love you too.' She kissed his forehead 'Take the evening off today, do you want to?'

The boy nodded happily, forgetting about everything that had happened before

'Ok then! Go and play in the park with your friends!'

'Thank you Mrs. Lovett! Thank you!'

And he waved her goodbye, running out of the house.

Mrs. Lovett fell into her favourite armchair, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes. Toby was right. They should get married. It was what she had always wanted but now that she had him in her bed almost every night, she was not going to ruin it. And it was not polite for a woman to ask something like that. Far from it, she was in love with a murderer.

She remained sitting back in the armchair, her eyes closed, until she heard some noises in the parlour.

Oh shit! The shop is open!

The baker ran to her shop, to find, to her surprise, that it was empty apart from the Beadle and the Great Judge Turpin, rummaging through her things.

'What do you think you are doing?' She asked, looking at the Beadle, who was stirring something in the bowl she used for the pastry.

The Judge looked up at her. His gaze seemed to be fixed upon one of her account books.

'Good evening Mrs. Lovett' the Judge started politely 'We have seen that you are closed today...' The way he pronounced those words sent shivers down her spine '... but apparently...' he pointed to the book '... things are going quite well for you and your barber.'

Mrs. Lovett moved her hands nervously, placing them in her hips.

'But we are here, my lady, to take care of another matter. People say that your shop stinks at night...'

The baker frowned. She could felt both pair of eyes glued to her exposed cleavage and she suppressed a retch.

'Well, you see Sir' she smoothed her dress 'It's still a bit early, that is why the shop is not already open. And the boy who helps me has the evening free...' her voice shook a little '... and this shop is a lot of work for a woman alone, you know...'

The Judge was crossing the room, moving himself to where she was, and also the Beadle was, playing with one of the knives she used to chop the meat.

'But you are not alone, aren't you? You have that friend of you...' He pointed to the ceiling as he closed the gap between them.

'Yes, Mr. Todd helps me sometimes...' Mrs Lovett stepped backwards and her back hit the wall '...but he is not here at the moment. He has his costumers too...' Her fists were clenched furiously at her sides.

'You have your barber, don't you? He helps you to relieve your tensions'

She shook her head, feeling his breath in her face. The Beadle laughed.

'Don't be shy Mrs. Lovett. Everybody in London knows that you and the barber are having an affair.' He placed his hands at every side of her head. 'And we are here to take our part too!' He pressed his body to hers, rubbing slightly his crotch to her leg.

She tried to push him apart.

'Sir, I think you are wrong. I'm not...'

The Judge moved his head and the Beadle placed the sharp knife to her throat.

'Shut up little bitch! I don't care what you are or are not!' The Beadle giggled again, his ugly face inches from her. The Judge smiled and proceed 'Or do you want to end with your bones in Fogg's asylum?' he grinned again 'Or even worse, dead! Because that is what happens to adulteress like you!'

Mrs Lovett grinded her teeth and sighed, wishing for Sweeney to appear in the room.

'And that would be a shame, such a beautiful woman...' The Beadle pressed the knife harder, making a little cut in the pale skin of her neck. She whimpered but looked at the Judge in the eye arrogantly.

'Come on, Mrs. Lovett, you are going to enjoy this little game...' His hands were roaming her body, one of his hands fighting with her skirts. She tried to push him apart but the knife cut her again and the men laughed.

The Judge reached for her bloomers and slid them down her legs. He picked them and inhaled her scent.

'Ummmm, wonderful!'

Mrs. Lovett wanted to shout. She wanted to scream for help, but the Beadle's hand that wasn't holding the knife was silencing her, so soundless tears were running down her cheeks; her skirts were pinned up between her body and the Judge's and he was starting to undo his trousers when Sweeney Todd himself entered the shop holding one of his razors.

The Beadle released the knife and moved apart from a trembling Mrs. Lovett, who fell on the floor sobbing.

The Judge buttoned up his trousers again and nodded to the Beadle.

'What do you think you were doing?' Sweeney hissed dangerously, paralysed at the door.

The Judge laughed.

'That proves it, Bamford!'

The Beadle giggled.

'We are leaving now Mr. Todd, Mrs. Lovett' he bowed 'But don't forget what we talked about, woman!' He kneeled and took her panties. 'I'm keeping these.' He turned to Sweeney, whose face was unreadable 'I still need a shave barber, so we'll meet again very soon'.

And with those words, both men left Mrs. Lovett's parlour.

No! He didn't hurt her! *sighs in relief*

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- Alba: Awww, it's very sweet of you to say that! Me alegro de que te guste! Me ayudas a inspirarme!

- ThemPussieCatIsQuick: Thank you! Ah, that just popped into my head that way. I'm glad you liked it!

- Emma: Thank you very much again and again for reading this! Hehehe, well, they are hot, aren't they? ^_^

- Suzie: Thank you!

- Angela: Yes! It is! :D

- Sweet Helena: Yay! Hot sex fits them!

- Via: I hope you like this one. And thanks for reading!

- Leila: You see. The talk was here! LOL