A/N:
Lady Saffron- I'm loving all of your reviews :D! And to answer your questions: Well, the customers where outside eating on the Friday night rush…as in the movie, so they did not actually see Todd because he was inside and there are 2 sets of stairs; one that leads outside and one that goes into the kitchen on the inside. And OMG I have a million typos in these past chapters, I'm terribly sorry. I fixed them but fan fiction obviously isn't letting it appear. Please forgive me, but you can get an idea of what I'm saying. I hate typos too though! As for Hazel's attitude on Mrs. Lovett, you can see she was just getting annoyed and realized Mrs. Lovett is somewhat "bossy?" And in the previous chapter, Hazel lost all love for both Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd for the horrible realization that they are indeed cannibals (Ex: "Hazel pushed the baker off of her")
I'm not sure how I'm going to end this story, tbh. I don't believe in happy endings although I do like to have nice events leading up to it. Pretty much it's because of my outlook on life: bad things happen to good people and there are no pretty fairy tales or happy endings. I like to stick to the truth, you see, but I really like this character and I worship Sweeney ;) Sorry I ranted. But everyone keep reviewing and I'll continue to write!
WARNING- This chapter has very graphic..uh…I'll just say it-SEX. So if it's not your thing, don't read and don't flame!
Penetrated by his gaze, Hazel did not know what to do; all she knew was that she was in a basement, with a man who had just killed someone, holding a razor, beside human remains.
Hazel looked at the barber whose face had now softened. He was looking at her now, as if contemplating something in his mind, thinking.
She wasn't sure if she stood there for 10 seconds or 10 minutes, but with his razor still beside him covered in blood, she thought of her own life for once, and with a sharp intake of breathe, ran to the stairs of the bake house.
Sweeney was caught off guard by this, although it may have been expected. He hesitated and then ran after her, her heavy skirts no match for his long legs.
Just as she was climbing up the first step, he grabbed the ties on the back of her dress, causing her to trip on her own skirts. She let out a scream of pain as she fell face first on the hard wooden slope.
Sweeney's mind raged with terrible images as he pushed the girl up, who was now crying and writhing in fear, her upper lip beginning to bleed.
The judge raping his wife, Lucy dead, killing the judge, having his way with this thing…perhaps he deserved it, he thought, for all he'd done.
15 years was long enough of a wait right? And how could he deny it to himself?
Hazel was scared; frightened out of her wits. He had her by the back ties of her skirt and her arm, pulling her towards the room with the glare of the oven shining the walls.
In a pathetic attempt to save her life, she said quietly: "Please, Mr. Todd, don't kill me." Her voice shook with tears and she chocked on her words.
The barber said nothing.
Sweeney decided not to think on this. A dark cloud shadowed his mind and for a few seconds he felt somewhat of an outer body experience. He brushed it off, though and with a small grunt pushed the girl to the ground in front of the hot oven.
Hazel looked up in fear of what was going to happen. Her vision was blurred by tears as she saw the image of the barber grab his knife and advance on top of her.
"No!" she yelled at him, remembering the night with her uncle many years ago. How could this be happening again? If only she had stayed in her room that night, if only she had gone to Australia with her family, if only she had chosen an Inn to stay in, if only she had been nice to the barber, if only she had stayed with the customers instead of coming down to the basement…
Sweeney's breath quickened a few paces as he grabbed the razor and looked down at the mouse beneath him. He almost felt like bursting out into raucous laughter, seeing her there, helpless, weak, crying, and scared. Her fear rushed through his own veins and he felt an all time high of pleasure, as his erection grew larger against the fabric of his pants.
Without any more hesitation, he used his own hands to rip open the neckline of the dress he had chosen for her to wear. She screamed and scrambled under him at this, but with his razor mere inches away from her neck, in his hand, she dared not try to push him away.
He noticed her full lips trembling, still bleeding from the impact of the stairs, and unsure of which move to make next, captured her lips with his in a devouring kiss. His mind spiraled into complete ecstasy at this, which he had not done in so long.
She began to scream into his mouth in a pleading movement at first, but as he moved his razor threateningly against her skin, they died down to small whimpers. He continued to tear at the dress beneath him, her top completely torn off now.
"Thank goodness she is so plain as to not wear a corset or petticoat." He thought as he broke the kiss and stared down at her bare chest revealed. Even still, he did not say a word as he caught his breath and attempted to scare her with a devilish look, but as he glanced at her face, noticed her head was turned, she was whimpering something, and her eyes where tightly squinted shut.
He ignored this, for he could hear his own pulse charge, his own heart beat, as he took one of her small breasts in his hand and kneaded it roughly, her nipples now erect from the sudden change of temperature. She let out a small scream as he began to abuse it, pinching her as he came down, biting her neck, trailing down to her chest. He harshly leaned back on his heels and tore the skirts of her dress off of her, revealing her knickers, which he instantly ripped off with his razor.
Hazel wanted to scream as loud as her lungs would allow her. She wanted to scream out for help for someone, even though she knew no one would hear her, no one would come to her aid because of the locked door. She lay helpless as the barber continued to touch her in ways she had never been touched so ruthlessly and cruel, not even by Uncle Aderline.
As the tears wouldn't stop spilling, she felt like a helpless child once again as she lay there naked, embarrassed and deeply afraid, but she could not make a sound.
Sweeney could not contain himself any longer as he rubbed the enlargement beside his thigh, looking at this mouse beneath him. It was the first time he had seen a naked woman (girl, none the matter to him) in 15 years, yes, but he had never seen one like this, in this situation.
Love making with Lucy had always been… loving, treasured, pure and clean. That was with old foolish Benjamin Barker, though, he thought. His masochism was pleased, at last.
He took the time to eye her up and down slowly, taking in her humiliation. How exciting, to be the first to penetrate this, he thought. And he began to chuckle as her body trembled and shook.
He quickly pried her thighs open and with a scream Hazel said "Please stop this Mr. Todd!" as he began to rub his fingers inside her private areas.
"Shut up." He growled at her, the first words he had spoken yet.
Hazel began to panic, seeing that no matter what she did, he was not going to stop. She took her chances and propped herself up on her elbows, then trying quickly to get up. It was to no avail though, for he angrily slapped her in the face at this action and she was sent with a groan back to the floor.
Enraged, Sweeney took his fingers out of her and brought himself and the razor inches away from her cheek. Her eyes widened and she realized her face and body was covered in the judge's blood that was all over him. The thought of it made her sick.
He was inches away from her, when he whispered: "What now, Miss Haven?"
Her breath stopped for an instant, for this was the first time he had ever said her name, she did not think he would ever address her in this manor much less her last name.
"Do you fear me now?"
She remembered the day in the kitchen when she had held the knife to his throat and told him she did not fear him. Now thinking back to it, she felt like a fool, as if having to admit she had brought it all upon herself.
"Do you?!" he screamed at her when she did not answer, making her shudder.
"Answer me, bloody bitch!"
"Yes!" she screamed, closing her eyes to fight tears, whispering "Yes."
He let out a sharp "Ha!" and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Seeing this, she squeezed her eyes shut and silently prayed; something she hadn't done in a long time.
Sweeney felt a rush of pleasure wash over his entire body as he forcefully entered the girl. It had been so long since he had had sex, and for her, well never. He paused there, for a minute, savoring the feel of being inside of her, while she screamed now all too loudly at the pain. Soon he began moving rhythmically, remembering what technique he had left-although, how could a man forget it?
Hazel's whole body went numb as a pain she had never experienced before mortified her body, like being broken in half. She did not yet open her eyes.
Sweeney began moving faster and harder with each thrust, all the while thinking of the rush of blood spurting from the judge's throat and the shocked expression on his face as his last breath was cut short from him; The sparkle in every eye of a customer foolish enough to come to him, only to be murdered. He was all too clever for anyone else, he knew, and he began to grunt louder and deep.
This continued on for so long Hazel could have guessed an hour or two, although that was of course an exaggeration. After the first few minutes she stopped crying and just lie there, listening to the barber grunting and wincing as he dug into her sides. She opened her eyes, finally, to see his pace slowing down.
Sweeney thought of Lucy, once more. He was tired of explaining to himself just how much she meant to him. He had loved her, and no one else. And as he thought of his wife, he continued to move inside of the girl, but with less force.
Would Lucy have wanted me to do this? He thought to himself.
He looked down at the girl and saw that she had opened her eyes. They were no longer a fiery yellow but more of a weary hazel color…like Lucy's. Her whole expression read "hurt" but why would he care?
Hazel felt some other emotion she couldn't name as she looked into the barber's eyes for the first time. They were dark, clouded, and wrathful. What was he thinking, just now, as he stole something precious from her?
Sweeney was nearing his climax now; he could feel it pounding in him. When he finally reached it, he saw not Hazel beneath him but his darling wife. "I'd never hurt my Lucy, like he hurt her." He thought, as he slowed down and released his seed at last, with a heaving sigh and one last groan.
Hazel winced at this but sighed as well as he pulled out of her. She turned her head to avoid looking at his private area. She was scared now that he was going to kill her. What a terrible death, to be hurt like this, deprived of all innocence by a man, and then ruthlessly murdered. Although, what was the point of living anymore, if this was all that was in store?
When he slowly arose, she immediately covered her bare chest with her arms and folded her legs over, finding the ruined dress useless. Her throat was raw from screaming and her cheeks were dry with tears.
For a moment she lay there, looking at the unmoving legs of the barber beside her, not looking up. She noticed now the stench that rose in the air as a result of being beside the oven. Her body was slick with blood and perspiration, and her private areas felt as though someone had taken a butcher knife to her, she realized with shame, and she wanted nothing more than to leave here.
She let out one last single sob as the barber moved to the side a bit.
"Stop that crying!" he yelled, making her cringe into a ball.
And before she knew it, he unexpectedly threw the razor down inches away from her. It hit the floor with a soft "clang". It was covered in blood but still shining.
She looked up at him, baffled.
"I love my wife." He said flatly, plainly, nodding his head to her. Then glancing at the fire of the oven, he whispered.
"Very much."
He fled the room, his boots clanking loudly on the hard floor. She almost wanted to say "Don't leave me here!" but would not dare even look at him as he walked away, closing the door behind him.
A/N:
Hmm, now you see my dark nature o.o I warned ya' though. So this is another climatic chapter that I wrote…I'm thinking of continuing in a more dark matter, I've got an idea but it isn't very well processed. But yes, please please please leave reviews! For those of you who just read and enjoy but don't review, please think on your evil ways :( lol. I'm thinking of updating on a slower pace, you see. xx