Chapter4
English is not my first language, so be kind about my grammar and choice of word.
Rated M because depictions of murder and sexual activities.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
!Trigger-Warnings: Violence, rape!
Enjoy :)
It had been almost an entire week. Mrs Lovetts pie was going great, and her and Sweeney almost lived a married life, taking care of Toby and each other, each day getting closer. And as days went by his desire for Mrs Lovett grew.
Sweeney was sitting in his chair in front of the mirror with one of his blades in hand. Mrs Lovett entered, she didn't even bother to knock anymore. "Hi there." She said with a cheeky smile. Sweeney didn´t even look up from the shimmering blade. "What are you wondering about?" She asked and leaned down behind him, catching his eye in the mirror.
"I want to start shaving again…" He said and laid down the blade he was fiddling with. "Oh, what a bright idea Mr. T." Mrs Lovett said and smiled, slowly letting her hands down on his shoulders, as to test the boundaries. "I want to shave the Judge. All the way down to the bone." He said, leaving her eyes and looking into his own.
Mrs Lovett tightened her grip on his shoulders, as to reassure him. "You could also wait a little." Sweeney looked unpleased with this statement and his shoulders became tense under her warm hands. She continued "Think it through, watch it close, let it brew. Wait." His shoulders started to relax a little. She was probably right. Her voice and her hands where so enchanting somehow.
He reached up his cold right hand, and placed it on top of her left hand. They starred into each others eyes for a while through the mirror. These moments of touch and silence was so precious to both of them, living the lives that they had. But the moments where always fleeting. The doorbell rang and they heard Toby´s unripe voice yell: "Mrs Lovett! Customers!"
She didn´t say anything, she just slowly pulled her hands back and left the room with discontented steps. A light shiver ran through Sweeney, like he was waking up from a dream that he was trying to hold onto. But if Sweeney had learned one thing, it was that dreams would never stay so, that they would always be foiled or simply just disappear.
Sweeney used the rest of the noon preparing the shop, getting ready to start working again. When it was around dinner time he walked down to the shop, as a part in their routine, expecting dinner. But then he saw him. That disgraceful face, and that diabolic voice saying: "Word around town is that your pies has reached an exquisite taste. We would like to buy six of them." The sinful eyes looked up at Sweeney.
Mrs Lovett who was standing at the counter followed the gaze and saw Sweeney, a little panicked of the collision between him and the judge. "Good evening." Sweeney said as calm as possible in that situation, and the Judge nodded his way. "Six pies, oh my, are you hosting a party?." Mrs Lovett asked, as she franticly packaged the pies. "Sort of" Judge Turpin answered. "I´ve decided to take Johanna´s hand in marriage. I´ll be hosting a kind of engagement party to surprise her with the news." He said with a scum smile.
"That will be 63 pennies sir." Mrs Lovett said panicked. Judge Turpin paid and took the pies. He glanced yet again up at Sweeney, before leaving out of the door. "Mr T, are you alright?" Mrs Lovett asked quietly. He didn´t answer, but turned around and walked upstairs, slamming the door behind him. Mrs Lovett ran after him and followed him into his room.
"Leave." He immediately said. Mrs Lovett didn´t heed his warning, and walked up to him to comfort him. "Leave. For your own sake." He said through his teeth, standing with his back turned towards her clenching his fists. "Oh Mr. T… You wouldn't hurt me. I trust you." In one swift movement he turned around, grabbed Mrs Lovetts arms, and lifted them over her head. He then proceeded to push her to the wall.
She was unable to defend herself, her head banged against the wall and she exhaled in a distressed yelp. It was scary, she didn´t know what he was going to do. Would he… kill her? His chest pumped up and down with his rapid breathing. She looked away and closed her eyes, as her body trembled of fright. "I…" He started, trying to find apologetic words he didn´t have.
His grip started to loosen, which made Mrs Lovett look up. Before she knew it, he had let her arms go and grabbed her by the hair. He pushed her through the room over to the bedroom, where she was pushed onto the hard bed. Behind her he locked the door, pulled out the key and let it drop into his pocket. Then he turned around to the defenceless woman.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked in horror. "I told you to leave." He said with a buzzing voice. She tried to talk him down, but as soon she opened her mouth, Sweeney yelled: "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME!" He swung his blade and in one swift movement he cut the top of her dress in half vertically. She got scared and moved away, which resulted in the blade lightly gracing her left breast.
A small stream of blood ran down, though the cut was very superficial. She was exposed. She was everything he had imagined. Big, soft, perfectly round breast, with brown nipples, perky to the touch of the cold air. She crossed her arms around herself to cover up, looking away from him in shame and fright.
He turned his back towards her and let his head drop, as if he was trying to calm himself down. Mrs Lovett didn´t dare to move.
After a little while she had build up the courage to speak. "Why are you doing this?" She asked in the kindest voice she could fabricate in these horrific circumstances. "It is you." He said in a dull tone. "Your laughs. Your body. You kindness. It temps me." She couldn´t help but being flattered. But she was still afraid.
"And when I get angry or frightened, it is hard to stay away from you. Hard not, touching you." He continued with a quivering lip. She was afraid, but something in her told her to tend to the pained man. Slowly she slipped out of the bed, her hands and arms still covering her chest, and walked slowly towards him. Uncovering herself she let her arms reach out for him, and she hugged him tight, her bare bosom pushed against his harsh clothes.
"There, easy now love…" She said and let her head rest on his chest. He reached his hand down, softly caressing her hair and head. "I don´t want to hurt you." He sniffled. "You are not going to." Mrs Lovett said. He stepped back and looked down himself. Some of the blood from her breast had transferred onto his clothes. He looked up at her, and the cut. "I already did." he said.
"You didn´t mean to, come on." She said and reached her arms out, guiding him towards her. He walked slowly and stopped with only a few centimetres between them. Carefully she placed her hand on his cheek, caressing his smooth skin. "You are a good man Mr. T…" She whispered with a warm tone, looking up into his eyes.
He let his arms glide around her waist, as he pressed himself up against her. Hesitant he bowed his head down, making sure she was okay with this. She was, and he planted a soft velvety kiss on her thin lips. "I feel it too… The desire. But we can´t…" She said, her lips only a centimetre from his. He grunted, her body radiating heat between them, her light, yet reassuring touch, made him feel that tightness in his pants again.
"Why not?" He asked, and brushed a lose curl out of her face. Her head leaned into his hand, her eyes closed, enjoying his firm gentle touch. "It wouldn´t be right. We aren´t husband and wife. It isn´t the way of god." She said, opening her eyes and slowly withdrawing from him.
"I would happily sin for you." He whispered and took her hand, ensuring that she wouldn´t leave him. Her hand tried to break free, but he wouldn´t let it. "I´m not sure I can do it." She said, swallowing the words. Calmly he leaned down and kissed her hand. "I understand" he said, and let her hand go. She stood there, like she wouldn´t leave, but she had too.