Chapter7
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.
!THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT!
!Warning - This chapter contains graphic descriptions of murder!
Enjoy :)
"Eleanor, wake up…" Sweeney whispered. She grunted and rolled over, looking around with half closed eyes. "Uh, Mr T the sun hasn´t even started to rise." The woman was now laying on her back, her legs lightly spread, which was actually the only thing he wanted from her.
He climbed under the covers and under her nightgown.
Mrs Lovett was suddenly wide awake, feeling Sweeney´s warm tongue licking up her slit, briefly touching that sweet spot. "Mr. T, what are you doing?" She giggled nervously, she had never tried anything like this before. He didn´t answer, but just proceeded his journey under the covers.
He found her clit and lightly licked it, feeling her legs quiver around him. Her eyes closed and she tried to hold back the soft moans. Sweeney placed his arms around her thighs, both for support, but also so he could spread her legs wider to get more access. Her juices where already flowing and started to drip down he inner thighs.
He started to speed up and slowly removed his grip from her left thigh, proceeding to move his hand up her inner thigh. "Oh, Sweeney" she moaned as he reached her treasure and slowly inserted a finger into her. Never had she felt such delight, the penetration and stimulating of her clit at the same time. He moved his finger back and forth in her warm centre, and then added another finger.
He started licking her vigorously and pumped his fingers in and out, his hands now covered in her sweet juices. She almost screamed as she cramped around her fingers, and he stopped moving them. Slowly he pulled them out and got under the covers where she was lying with her mouth open, almost in chock.
"What was that?" She asked confused, but with a satisfied smile on her face. "That was an orgasm." Sweeney said, proud of his job. "I´ve never tried that before. What an immense feeling…" She said. Sweeney sat up beside her and let her head rest on his stomach. "You´ve never received this pleasure?" He asked with a tone of sadness.
"No. Thank you Mr T." she said. They stayed in bed until the first glimpse of sunlight started to shine through the window. "We better get up, it´s a busy day…" She said and sat up besides Sweeney. "Are you scared?" He asked her. Certainly he wasn´t scared himself, this was a joyous day for him. But he had dragged her into this plan.
"No. We are going to be fine." She said and took his hand, clutching it to reassure him. And then the plan started, they got everything ready, and just beyond the Lunch-rush the judge and Beadle stepped in. "I´m here for my shave…" The judge proclaimed. Sweeney guided the man upstairs and sat him in his chair.
"Would you like a beer? It´s on the house." Mrs Lovett said with a smile. "How generous, well of course." The beadle said with a nasty smile. He was the kind of man who would jump on any woman who showed him any attention, so Mrs Lovett had to tread lightly.
Upstairs the judge had sat down in the chair, and Sweeney was mixing the foam. "So, I hear you want to impress someone special." Sweeney said, trying to make the judge feel safe. "Oh yes, she is a magnificent woman. Such beauty." Sweeney started spreading the foam with his brush and smiled. "Oh yes, women, what wonders"
"Yes, but she is one of a kind. I don´t know how to describe it…" Turpin said. "Like, even if they leave, they are always with you…" Sweeney said, thinking of Mrs Lovett downstairs. "Yes! Oh, how seldom it is, one meets a fellow spirit."
Sweeney stood behind the chair now. His smile had faded, there was no reason to keep up the facade anymore. "With fellow taste. In women at least" Sweeney said, his voice becoming more coarse and deep. "What? What´s that?" The judge said, wrinkling the wrinkles on his forehead in confusion.
"No doubt the years have changed me, but then again, the face of a barber, the face of a prisoner in the dock is not particularly memorable!" Sweeney yelled, lowering the blade to the judge´s neck. "Benjamin Barker?!" The judge said in horror with his eyes wide. "Benjamin Barker!" Sweeney yelled as he let the blade fly through the judge´s neck.
He stepped back, admiring his work. Turpin looked so pathetic, lying there in the chair. It was like a piece of art, so complex. It reminded him of all the pain and misery this man had put him through, and still the blood running from the mans neck sparked a joy and victorious feeling in Sweeney.
But work wasn´t done. Time was ticking, so Sweeney had to get on with it. He hid the body and cleaned everything up. Then he went downstairs, where the half-drunk Beadle was leaning over the counter. "Such beautiful eyes." He muttered.
"Thank you." Mrs Lovett said and scoffed, clearly uncomfortable, but Sweeney´s entrance saved her. "Beadle, the judge suggested that I should offer you a shave as well." Sweeney said with a polite smile. He looked to Mrs Lovett who looked slightly distressed and tried to point at something with her eyes.
He followed her eyes and looked down himself, noticing a small stain of blood he had missed in his rush. He quickly turned so the stain wasn't visibly, and then followed the Beadle upstairs. Beadle went in first and looked around in the empty shop. "Where´s the Judge?" he asked as he felt the cold blade on his neck.
Before more could be said Sweeney slit the throat of the confused man and let him fall to the floor. It was done. He stood there for a while. Taking it in. His revenge was finally complete, and now there was only two things left he desired. Mrs Lovett and getting his daughter back.