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"I had him! His throat was bare beneath my hands!"

"Just relax…"

"No! I had him. His throat was there and he'll never come again!"

"Easy now hush up now! I keep telling you…"

"When?" He demanded.

"What's your rush?"

"Why did I wait? You told me to wait! Now he'll never come again!"

"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with rubbish! And the vermin of the world inhabit it…but not for long!"

"Mr. T?"

"They all deserve to die, tell you why Tiffany I'll tell you why. Because in the whole of the world Tiffany there are two kind of men and only two. There is the one who stays in his proper place and the one with his foot in the other's one face! Look at me Miss Tiffany look at you. We all deserve to die! Even you Miss Tiffany…even I!" His voice was vicious. He had grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. Then twirled me around so I was sitting in his chair and once again he held the razor blade to my neck.

"And I'll never see Johanna no, I'll never see Johanna again…"

"Mr. Todd!" I screamed when he accidentally slit my throat a little. I held the cut and he pulled back quickly. He had tried resting his head on my shoulder like I had done earlier to him but it didn't quite work. I felt my eyes well up with tears in my pain. The cut wasn't deep but it felt horrid.

He looked at me sadly as if he hadn't noticed what he done. I pulled my hands back and looked at the red almost pink paint on them. He looked at me almost apologetically.

"Mr. T! Look whatcha did!" I almost screamed but held my voice down in case the Judge was still around. I shivered when he held the cut with his own hands. He grabbed a rag and handed it to me. His hands were on each of my hips as I sat in the chair. I blushed when I noticed this. He smirked at me and leaned forward to kiss me, I felt my heart leap up into my throat.

I smiled against his warm lips. And he seemed to notice the free space for he reacted more to me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I squirmed beneath him nervously. He must have noticed for he held me encouragingly harder on the hips. I shivered when he groaned and I felt goose pimples form all over my body and cool sweat dripped down my back. He pulled back and I felt him staring at me even though I held my eyes shut, hoping for another kiss.

"You're still bleeding." He said in his regular gruff voice.

"Oh. Yes, I suppose I am aren't I?" I said blushing at him. He pulled the cloth back and went to dip it in water. My body was shaking from the shock of that thrilling experience. He started to rub the cut with the warm water and I had a feeling that he purposely let bloody water drip in between my breasts.

"Well that's just smashing." I said sarcastically and took a dry cloth he had offered me and dried myself off.

"There. Can you even see it?" I asked referring to the cut.

"I know what I'm seeing." He said roguishly.

"Mr. T!" I joked and playfully slapped his arm. Things got eerily quiet.

"Sorry, sir. I shouldn't have gone that far…" I trailed off as he pulled me to him in another passionate and rough kiss, it wasn't as slow and gentle as the last one but I enjoyed it…it was only my second real kiss after all.

"Oh." I laughed and he even chuckled, really actually truly chuckled. I hadn't heard him do that before. Mrs. Lovett walked in she must have been oblivious to what was going on between Sweeney and I for she was actually cheerful.

"Toby wanted to come see what was going on in here, Tiffany, why don't you show him around. Mr. T and I are going to go downstairs. I'd rather you didn't interrupt us." I nodded even though I wanted to hit her over the head. She had, not knowingly of course, interrupted a moment that I wished I could hold onto and relive over and over time and time again. Toby looked at me and smiled.

"Come on Toby dear." I said taking his hand.

"Tootles Mr. T. Mrs. Lovett." I nodded and curtsied to each of them in turn. She smiled and nodded.

"See you in a few Miss Tiffany? I'd like to talk to you when I've finished with Mrs. Lovett." My heart leapt into my throat.

"Yes sir. If you would come to fetch me. I'm afraid I won't know when you're done."

"Of course dear…" He trailed off behind us as he and Mrs. Lovett walked into her shop and I was to take Toby off to see the pawn shop across the street.

Toby and I walked into the small shop and another bell rang to introduce us. He smiled up at me and I couldn't help but laugh when he practically walked into a pole.

"Toby dear don't knock anything over." A man stepped out from behind a bookshelf as Toby started off in the other direction as me.

"Beg your pardon…my lord." I curtsied when I realized I had bumped into the judge. I glanced over the top of the book he was looking at, perverted pictures filled my eyes and I blushed and looked at the floor.

"Teresa wasn't it?" He whispered his hand holding my cheek to look into his eyes. I shivered and he mistook it for something else. He smirked at me.

"It's actually…Tiffany my lord." I said trying to move from his touch but I was backed into a book case.

"That's what I said isn't it?"

"I don't think so…" He cut me off with lustful lips crashing onto mine. I shivered in disgust again and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I shook trying to recoil from his touch and tried to seal my lips shut but again he didn't seem to care about my unwillingness in this activity. The door rang open and I tried to turn my head but was only held onto by the jaw with his nasty hands. His hands found the back of my dress and started to undo my corset. I started to squirm when his hands started moving up the top of my body over my dress. His bristly chin scratched my face and I ended up having to knee the disgusting old man where it hurts.

"Judge Turpin! Miss Tiffany!" I turned my head and saw Mr. Todd standing at the entry to the small crowded shop. The judge was on the floor in a crouching position trying to ease the pain in his intimate spot. Mr. Todd's face was red with anger and I realized tears were streaming down my face.

"Good day to you sir." I said making sure to step on his fingers after I called Toby to come quickly. The judge reached for the tail of my dress but I continued to walk.

Mr. Todd had his hand on my lower back and was staring at me as we crossed the street. I looked strait forward and let the tears fall freely, I refused to wipe the tears in fear of my dress falling off of me if I lifted my hands.

"Go find Mrs. Lovett, son. Tell her to start working on the new pie recipe. She'll know what I mean."

"Yes sir." He said walking into the pie shop excitedly, oblivious to what had just gone on. Mr. Todd scooped me into his arms wedding style; he was much stronger than he appeared to be. He set me down in the shaving chair and I looked up at him fearful of him now. He crouched down next to me and wiped the tears off of my face. I was shaking, absolutely terrified for my life.