Hey guys, I am so sorry for the late update! Please forgive me! I lost motivation from time to time. I hope this chapter makes up for it all. Thank you all for your patience. *Hugs*


"All arrangements for the evening have been catered to my Lord. I'm sure she'll appear quite stunning." The Beadle smiled as he followed the judge down the street the next morning. He simply sighed in response. "What seems to be the trouble my Lord?"

"Her ways seemed to have made her..defiant. Perhaps it was a fault of my own." Judge Turpin blinked and turned his head to face his reflection in a glass shop wall. "Oh most certainly not my Lord! She's simply intrigued by your approach." He looked back to the Beadle, wanting to agree but didn't. "Intrigued you say?"

"Excuse me my Lord. May I request my Lord, permission my Lord to speak? Forgive me if I suggest my Lord. You're looking less than your best my Lord. There's powder upon your vest my Lord and stubble upon your cheek." The judge dusted his vest with a raised eyebrow.

"And ladies my Lord are weak." The Beadle slyly smiled and cleared his throat. "Define the term weak. I fail to see that quality in her." "Why she is young my Lord." Both of them stopped.

"Her poor thoughts are all scattered." Judge Turpin hummed. "Indeed. A stubble you say? Perhaps at times I am over hasty with my morning ablutions." They continued to walk down the street.

"But fret not though my Lord. I know a place my Lord. A barber my Lord of skill. Thus armed with a shaven face my Lord. Some eau de cologne to grace my Lord. And musk to enhance the chase my Lord. You'll dazzle the girl until.." The Beadle smirked.

"Until?" "..she bows to your every will." "I see. Well then, Lead me to him. I shall not meet my own fate this evening." He lightly smiled. "Of course my Lord."


Jamie cleared her throat while keeping a conversation with him. "Wait. So let me get this straight. You agreed to it even though that they found someone else? That is so freakin' shallow." Felix nodded. "Yep. People are nothing but forks in the road." He held her right hand. "Well not everyone."

The girl hummed, not knowing she was lightly blushing. "I thought we can't love." "It's not love. It's affection." He smirked. "There's a difference!" She shouted in a whisper. "It will be a secret." Felix held her other hand. "Nobody needs to know." Jamie shook her head. "Stop tempting me!" He shrugged and brought her lips to his.

"I..don't know. What if I'm sent elsewhere?" Her eyes became wet with tears. He softly kissed her forehead. "Hey. It's alright. Ed and I will find you." "How can you find me? You'll get hanged. You'll.." "Jamie, Don't worry so much love. You're too young to have this much stress."

"But.." She struggled to wipe her eyes. Felix blinked and looked around to make sure nobody was watching them. "Please don't cry. I'm a sensitive man." Jamie shakily sighed. "I'm sorry. You're just..like a best friend to me in here."


Sweeney rolled his eyes then almost shouted as he couldn't tie his tie. 'Bloody hell.' "Anthony, Can you help me with this thing?" The sailor softly smiled and assisted him.

"Wait. What color did he request of her dress?" "Blue with a hint of red around the waist. It will be strapless." Anthony replied after finishing the tie and blinked.

The former barber shook his head. "What do I say then? Forget it. Just bring me there."


"You. Girl." Her eyes widened as the Beadle walked down the hall to her cell. Jamie shut her eyes in panic but somewhat relaxed feeling Felix's hand on her shoulder. "Y..yes sir?"

"Come. He wishes to see you." She turned to her cellmate and sighed before the judge's henchman hauled her away. "I don't care!" The girl shouted as she was shoved into a change room down the hall.

Jamie scowled as the dress hung before her on a hanger. "I am not wearing that!" He closed the door behind them. "Oh but you will my dear." The Beadle whispered in her ear as the back of his hand slipped down her neck. "Why should I?" She folded her arms. "He doesn't own me."

The Beadle glared at her and pinned her to a wall. "Then he shall find a solution for that." "B..but he said to me that death wasn't an option." Jamie blinked then rolled her eyes, grabbing the dress and standing behind a faded green curtain. 'I just hope Anthony doesn't plan on rescuing Eliza just yet. It'll be far to cliché.'

Jamie put it on and went to zip it behind her back, only to feel two straps of ribbon. The Beadle smirked seeing a frustrated look on her face and went to tie it.

"Why did he choose this dress exactly?" She asked with a straight face, mentality violated to have her torso exposed as such. "Can I at least wear a sweater?"

His eyes rolled as he tightly pulled the ribbons. "Oh no no my dear. Judge Turpin is greatly expecting you." "Why?" The girl scowled again. The Beadle hummed. "I will allow him to explain.

He secretly led her out an exit door and inside a carriage. Jamie gulped and set a hand on her stomach as it began to feel tight. "A..It's tonight right?" "Indeed my dear. Now calm down."

The carriage came to a stop minutes later. "I feel sick. I can't." 'Oh she won't be for long.' The Beadle held out his hand as she stepped out. "Deep breath." Jamie did so then sighed as he walked her up the stairs.

The door slowly opened and she shivered. Her left hand was replaced with Andrew's and he lightly smiled. "You look ravishing this evening Jamie." He brought her inside and the girl's insecurities only grew more. 'You'll leave back to the sea after this stupid event.'

She noticed that the judge was wearing a dark brown vest, a white dress shirt, black dress pants and shoes, and a tan blazer. The scent of his cologne was what she could only describe as what she wished that Sweeney would seduce her with. 'Is he even here?' She thought. 'You're getting delusional again. Stop it.'

"Jamie? Are you alright my dear?" He gently asked, placing his other hand on her back as she was looking at nothing. The girl shook her head. "I'm sorry sir. I was preoccupied by my thoughts." "Refer to me by my name please Jamie." He blinked and turned his head as the front door had opened again.

"Good evening my friend." The judge let go of her hand to shake his. "Yes. Hello Judge Turpin." Jamie rolled her eyes but felt a tight squeeze on her butt from the judge. She turned around as well and her eyes met his. His hair was pure black and neatly combed.

He softly smiled and extended a hand to her. 'Great. Another man to worry about who wants me as well.' Jamie tried not tear up and quickly blinked multiple times. 'You aren't Mr. Todd. Go away.'


In the meantime, Anthony and Cameron were hiding behind a bush under Eliza's windowsill. "What's the plan?" "Okay. You brought the rope correct?" "Yep." Cameron nodded.

"Alright. When she opens the window, toss her up an end of the rope and have her tie it to.." Anthony then stopped. "Jeez. It worked out so well in my head."

"Here. Take off your shoes and I'll hold you up." Anthony tilted his head. "Are you nuts?" "Hey. At least it's something." "Ugh. Fine. Just don't complain that I'm too heavy."

Cameron squeezed through the bars while Anthony did the logical thing and jumped them. "Wait." Cameron rolled his eyes. "Now what Hope?" "What if she's sleeping? I wouldn't want to wake her."


The girl awkwardly looked away as the two men had a brief conversation.

"Yes. Thank you for the invitation." The judge simply nodded and walked with her to a small table of refreshments. The girl shivered feeling so exposed, but felt even more vulnerable as Judge Turpin set his hand on her bare right shoulder.

Her pale skin and visible collarbones caused the judge to lightly smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Jamie tried to back up but couldn't. He slowly shook his head. "You are absolutely beautiful." "Please stop." Jamie shut her eyes as her skin began to feel warm.

"Jamie! Calm yourself down." He whispered as he picked up a non-alcoholic beverage glass and handed it to her. "We are in a public setting." She blushed. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't drink." "Refer to me by name Jamie. It's only water."

Sweeney was standing in a corner of the room after trying to interact with the other guests. 'She looks miserable.' He sharply sighed.


"I doubt she'd be with all that ruckus happening down..ugh.." Cameron tightened his eyes from feeling Anthony's weight on his shoulders. "..stairs. Can you reach the window?" "Yeah. Just a little under the sill." His mate groaned again. "Great. Now knock on her window or something."

Eliza sat on her bed sketching a layout for a new quilt when she heard a soft sneeze outside of her half opened window. "Hm?" She turned her head to her closed door then stood up. "Hello?" She whispered then looked below her window. "Oh." The girl blushed with a smile. "Hello."

Anthony lightly smiled back. "Hi. I..thought you would be lonely. Since it's pretty cold out and.." Eliza reached her arms down and he grabbed them.

After a few minutes of struggling, Cameron sighed in both relief and anxiety. "Are you crazy?" Cameron looked up at him. "I have the rope. It'll be fine." He sighed and walked down the street.


Jamie took a small sip of her water when the judge held out a hand with a smile. 'He's not here. It's fine.' She set down her glass without question and placed her right hand in his. His left hand was placed at her petite waist. Andrew slowly moved her in a circle as low, steady music played.

The girl simply blinked as she allowed her fantasy to overtake her. Judge Turpin held her against him and softly kissed her forehead. "Why did you wish to leave me Jamie?" She felt his other hand hold her waist. "Because I'm thoughtless Andrew." Jamie sighed. "Simply no need to apologize."

Sweeney carefully watched them, wanting to interfere but instead he wiped his eyes in anger. Jamie was his girl. His Johanna. His Lucy.


Eliza softly smiled then let it fall. "What are you doing here? If the Beadle finds out.." "Eliza." Anthony set a hand on her warm right cheek. "Come with me. We'll sail the world together. With no one to tell us otherwise."

She closed her eyes with a sigh. "As much as I'd loved to, we know I can't." She sat on her bed. "Life isn't worth having a chain around your neck." He sat beside her. "Anthony, What if they find us?" The sailor sighed. "Unless they sail all the way to Paris, we'll deal with that then."

Her face lit up as she looked back at him. "France? With the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame Cathedral?" "Precisely that." He smiled. "Oh Anthony. I dreamed of going there my whole life! Thank you!" They softly kissed and stood up. "How are we going to escape?"

"Hm." "It isn't that high of a fall." Anthony widened his eyes. "At what cost?" He unraveled the rope and held it tightly. "You go first." Eliza shook her hands and climbed down the rope, heavily but quietly huffing as she did.

"Got it!" She smiled as she reached the ground. "Awesome!" He smiled before climbing out the window and holding onto the sill with his fingertips. Anthony shut the window with his elbow and let go with a gulp. "Agh!" The sailor landed on his feet but lost his balance and fell onto his back.

Eliza clenched her teeth and quickly helped him up. "I'm alright." He brushed off his jacket and pulled her in closer for another kiss. They then hopped the fence and cautiously walked down the street to the dock. "I love you Anthony." "I love you too." He smiled, completely forgetting about how Jamie would be effected by this.


Jamie sighed as she glanced down at her chest then back into his eyes. 'What were you so mad about? He's not going to hurt you!' "Jamie." "Yes? Andrew? Do you want me to leave?" He quickly shook his head and rested hers just above his waist. His movement stopped.

"No. I wish for you to stay tonight and only then." Jamie blushed. "But..I thought you were letting me go as soon as the event ended?" Judge Turpin half smiled. "I indeed said that. Although I was referring to the full day."

The music had ended and repeated itself. The lights began to dim a bit, enough to have her raise her head. It wasn't close to being dark, but remembering her assault from the previous afternoon allowed her to rest it back there.

"Jamie, Do not fall asleep dear." He whispered and lifted her chin, softly but longingly kissing her on the lips. Wanting to rebel but chose not to cause a scene, Jamie sighed with closed eyes.

Sweeney wanted to storm over and drag her out with him but instead walked over and politely excused himself for the night. They both ended the kiss and looked to him.

"Another time then my friend." The judge replied as he rubbed the girl's back. Biting his tongue, Sweeney simply nodded and sprinted down the street.

"She didn't." He wiped his eyes, regardless of whether or not people saw him. After returning to the motel to collect his things, he fell to the floor of his room and tightly shut his eyes.

Flashbacks of every argument they had and when she left sent him bolting for the door. Later finding a cab, he resorted back to the sea even though it was almost eight at night. It was cold, even with his jacket, but he didn't care.


Ms. Lovett had opened the door to dispose a box of old hard chucks of clay that were hidden under the sink for whatever reason. She went back into the house but jumped.

"My goodness. You almost gave my a heart attack Mr. T." She then walked over and wiped his eyes. It was no surprise to her that he had changed his appearance again. "What's wrong love? Come on. I'll fetch you some gin." The baker led him to her room then left to pour a shot.

"What's wrong love? You know you can tell me anything." He set the untouched gin on the dresser and sighed. "Jamie hates me." Sweeney let a tear fall down his face.

Ms. Lovett sighed and placed a hand on his back. "She doesn't hate you love. Why would you think that?" His eyes narrowed at the wall. "That bloody judge is still alive. Jamie was thrown in jail by him and was forced to attend another stupid event of his. They kissed."

Ms. Lovett sighed and covered him with a blanket. "Leave me." He whispered. She sighed and left to check on Toby, who was fast asleep upstairs.


"I'm sorry." Jamie whispered but closed her eyes anyway. Judge Turpin lightly smiled, motioning the Beadle to watch over the last few hours. Jamie was picked up in his arms and carried to his bedroom "It is alright."

He sat her down and undid her dress, which was enough for her to shake her back into reality. She then relaxed, not too much, as she saw a white nightgown which was cut from the rib cage down.

"That is not for you Jamie." He murmured and he looked straight at her back as he placed a dark green short sleeved nightgown over her head. The dress was folded up and set on a chair.

Once the covers of the bed were pulled back, she gulped as the judge took off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt. Only his back faced her, causing her to feel anxious as her heart beat faster and faster. She looked away as his pants fell to the floor.

There was a short groan that followed as his weight hit the bed. "I'm sorry." Jamie whispered. Andrew's strong right arm pulled her onto her side, facing him. "You are acting as if you are disappointing me." His hand felt her cheek with a smile. "You are never a disappointment to me Jamie."

She sighed and ran her fingers through his grey hair. "Jamie." He sternly replied as she drew back her hand. "Yes?" A rough hand snuck under her gown and onto her stomach. "Please don't tempt me." His eyes closed.

She nodded and turned onto her other side with her head under his chin. He tightly blinked as the girl certainly felt his bulge on her left leg. She turned back to him in a split second and reached a hand down under the covers, placing a hand on it through his boxers.

"Oh Jamie." Judge Turpin quietly groaned then kissed her sweetly on the forehead. She smiled and closed her eyes again. He moved her hand and placed it on the back of his neck. "Pleasant dreams my sweet little rosebud." The only reply he heard was a quiet snore.