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Tim Burton and Stephen Sondheim own Sweeney Todd. I own my own people.

A/N Wow, almost... Whats it been, 7 Months since I updated? I apologize, I really do. Actually, if you want the truth, I just got out of Rehab a week ago on Wednesday. I was an inpatient rehab since November, and I'm now clean and on the straight and narrow going on 126 days but who's counting? Anyway, I hope this make the wait worth it.
WARNING: Might go into very heavy "T" to light "M". After all, this is the Sweeney Todd fandom, I wouldn't want anyone to get upset at the graphic nature of something.

Mrs. Lovett felt both her hands tied above her as she awoke from her slumber, the storm outside raging.
Her corset and skirt had been removed from her body, leaving her in nothing but her thin blanket covering her.
She yanked at the bindings that held her wrists, but it was to no avail, she was too tightly bound to the bed post.
Mrs. Lovett looked around the room, and not seeing Thomas anywhere in sight, she called for help.
" 'Elp me," she whispered softly, too afraid to be louder then that. " 'elp me, please!" she begged once more, a little louder, praying for anyone to hear her through her thin walls.
She heard foot steps from her parlor coming into the bedroom, and her heart began beating rapidly against her chest as Thomas entered the room.
He looked at her prisoner and chuckled with delight at the look of terror on her face.
"Well now," he spoke, walking up to her, circling her bed. "Isn't this a pretty picture? My own personal harlot, tied up and ready to go."
"You don' wan' to do this," pleaded Mrs. Lovett, "Please! I swear I won't tell a soul about Sweeney, or me!"
"Now you see, Nellie," he said as if talking to a five year old, "I could untie you, give you a handshake and be off on my merry way."
He pulled out the knife and ran it lovingly through his fingers, looking her covered body up and down, "but now where would the fun be?"
"You'll get arrested! You'll be 'anged! People will talk, they'll know you was the last one to see me alive! Toby will go to the authorities, I swear 'ee will!"
"Toby?!" Thomas laughed in delight ,"that miserable excuse for a boy? No, I have plans for him as well."
"Don't 'hut 'im!" she cried at once. "I'll do anythin' you ask me, but just don't 'urt me son!"
He chuckled his cruel laugh once more before going up to her and smiling down at her. "Don't worry, you will."
And with incredible force, he hit her across the face. Mrs. Lovett let out a cry of pain and felt one of her teeth come loose. She spit it out and coughed on the blood and the sobs.
"Please!" she pleaded, beginning to sob, "please leave me alone!"
"Not a chance in hell."
With a yell, he ripped off the blanket, leaving her naked and exposed.
She whimpered in fear and her body began to shiver not from the cold, but form the fear and apprehension of what she knew was going to come next.
"Beautiful," he mumbled, looking at every inch of exposed skin, a evil gleam in his eye. He took a step forward and she screamed.
"No!" Mrs. Lovett screamed as loud as she could, "Git away from me!"
He quickly got on top of her and held the knife to her throat.
"I swear if you don't shut the fuck up!" he growled, "I will slit you from ear to fucking ear!"
She silenced herself and he smiled at her,
"Much better,"
He looked her up and down once more before moving his hands across her chest, his thumb grazing over her nipples. He moved his hand down her her stomach and rubbed her opening, closing his eyes and smiling in pleasure.
"You're going to be a challenge," he whispered into her ear, "I like that in a woman."
"Please," she told him, no longer sobbing, but instead found it difficult to speak at all seeing she was shaking from fear so much. "Please don't do this!"
"No, please don't," he mimicked, before kissing her on the lips, and inserting three fingers into her opening.
She screamed in pain and tried to writhe away from him.
"No! Stop it! Please!"
"I know you like that," he whispered in her ear, gently nibbling it as he moved his fingers in and out as fast as he could. "A little harlot like you."
Mrs. Lovett screamed once more, but the loud crash of thunder drowned her out.
"And just think," he whispered again, "this is only the beginning, I'm still gonna have a lot more fun with you."
She couldn't speak, all she was able to do was sob in disbelief and pain as he continued to assault her.
"Mum!" a familiar voice rang out, followed by the sound of the bell tingling.
"Shut up!" he ordered her in a whisper, "not one fucking word or your son is dead. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Lovett nodded profusely and he pulled his fingers out of her and went to the door and opened it, slamming it shut.
Toby, who was just in the parlor, soaked through to the skin, jumped at the sound and turned to Thomas and let out a smile of relief.
"Sir!" he let out a relieved shout, "Thank god you're alright! I couldn' fin' any 'elp. I came back to see if there was anything mum needed from me or-"
"Relax, dear boy, " he said surprisingly calm, "Your mother is resting. She fixed me up good and then went straight to bed."
Toby smiled at the man before heading into Mrs. Lovetts room.
"why are you going in there?" He asked, jumping in front of him.
"I wanted to say good night,"
"Well she's sound asleep, so I suggest you just stay out of there for the time being. After all, it ain't proper for a young boy to go into a grown woman's room, specially at night. Now why don't you just head of to bed, and I'll be sure to tell her "
Toby looked at him, his eye brow cocked in confusion, and a little suspicion, but decided to take it for the truth and made his way over to the couch.
"Wot are you doing?" Thomas asked, now getting severely annoyed at the boy.
"Goin' to sleep, sir. I sleeps in the parlor."
Without another word, he went to the tiny chest at the foot of his bed where he kept his clothing and stripped off his shirt.
Knowing that having the little boy right in the next room would ruin everything he had planned, and knowing that his prize would begin screaming the moment he walked back into the room, he let out a yell of frustration, and tackled him to the ground.
"Git off me!" Toby yelled fighting him.
"Don't 'urt 'im! Please!" came Mrs. Lovetts scream from the other room.
"Mum!" Toby yelled, fighting the man with all his worth.
He may not have looked it, but thirteen years in a workhouse had toughened him up, but he was still no match for a fully grown man.
"Let go of me, ya bastard!" Toby yelled at him, kicking and flailing, desperate to get to Mrs. Lovett and get her to safety.
"Shut up!" Thomas roared, grabbing him by the collar of the shirt before slamming the head down on the ground hard.
Toby stopped fighting at once and he fell limp, his eyes shut.
Thomas stood up, wiped the sweat off the brow before going back to the bedroom.
Mrs. Lovett laid sobbing on the bed, only knowing that her son was out there helpless, and Sweeney, her best friend, her protector, the partner in crime, was dead somewhere out there.
"Aww," Thomas mimicked smirking, "don't cry. Your little bastards alive, for now."
He walked over to her and unzipped his trousers.
"No!" she screamed as loud as she could. "Please don't do this!"
He chuckled and pulled down his trousers and briefs, tossing them to the other side of the room. He was already hard from the anticipation.
"Now," he said slowly climbing on top of her, "the real fun begins."

Sweeney stumbled onto Fleet Street, seeing the only candle to still be lit was that of his neighbors. He also saw, that the front door was wide open.
Flicking his razor open, he went as fast as he could, ignoring the blinding pain in his side, and the ice cold ran pounding down upon him. Knowing what limited time he had to get to her, to warn her or even save her if needs be.
He got to the front entrance, and took a step in, being as quiet as he could manage. He walked into the living room, and stopped short at what he saw. Toby moaning softly, a trail of blood from his head to the floor.
He went up to him and knelled down beside him.
"Toby," he whispered shaking the boy. "Toby!"
His eyes opened, and he opened his mouth to shout, but Sweeney covered it with his hand.
"Don't shout, you stupid boy!' he growled softly. "Where is she and is she alright?"
Sweeney removed his hand from his mouth and Toby began to speak in a hushed, panicked tone.
As soon as he had said that, Mrs. Lovett emitted a loud scream from the other room.
"She's in 'er bedroom! 'Ee's 'urting 'er, Mr. Todd! You have to save her!"
Sweeney nodded, "You have to go run, and find a doctor, and a lawman, or just the first person you see. Do you understand me?"
Toby nodded before getting up and slowly walking out of the bakehouse not to cause noise.
Sweeney got up and walked slowly to her bedroom, flicking his razor open, and taking a deep breath, like a knight preparing for battle. With another deep breath, he kicked the door open as a crash of thunder sounded loudly.
"Get off of her!" he growled as a flash of lightning lit up the sky and the tiny bedroom, revealing the crazed barber.
Thomas and Mrs. Lovett both looked over to him and Mrs. Lovett couldn't help but let out a cry of relief. Thomas however, rolled off of her in a flash, got out his knife and quickly sliced through the bindings and pulled her off the bed, his knife to her throat, the other hand holding her arm behind her back so that she couldn't make an attempt to escape.
"Let her go now, or die," Sweeney ordered him, walking towards them.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Thomas yelled, as if Sweeney had done something wrong.
"Let her go now!" Sweeney ordered, this time with more anger then before, "or I kill you where you stand!"
The lighting flashed once more, and Thomas saw the crazed, insane look in his Sweeney's eyes, and it frightened him.
"Look," Thomas said, attempting to hide the fear in his voice. "You can join me!" Thomas smiled at his idea. He had seen the way he looked at her, he knew exactly what he wanted to do to her, the same thing he had done. "We can share her, you and me. I'll even give you first dibs. Then we kill her, I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again. I'll even kill that wretched boy out there you hate so much!"
"No!" Mrs. Lovett screamed trying to pull away from him, but Thomas yanked her back. "Do what you want with me just don't 'urt Toby!"
"Shut up!" Thomas roared, pressing the knife to her throat even harder.
Sweeney, said not a one word.
"Come on, Todd!" Thomas urged, "I've seen the way you look at this piece of filth, I know the urge! You wanted to feel her, to see what lay underneath the skirts and corsets, to know what it's like to take her, to hear her scream and moan in pain! To be inside a woman you want to own! Join me, and I will never darken your door way again, we get rid of this harlot, and you don't have to deal with wanting and never having her anymore. I've never made any other man this offer before."
Sweeney looked between an excited Thomas, and a petrified Mrs. Lovett before he smiled gleefully.
"Tie her up."
"Noooooo!" shrieked Mrs. Lovett, as Thomas threw her down on the bed and held her down, tying her up with the cut rope.
"Sweeney!" she screamed, sobbing like she never had before. "Sweeney, don't do this, please!"
But Sweeney looked on indifferent, walking over to her, looking her bruised and bloody body up and down.
"Benjamen!" she cried, trying one last time to reason with him, not believing this was happening as Thomas finished up tying the knots. "Lucy wouldn't want you to do this! The same thing that drove 'er mad you're about to do! Please don't! Benjamen please!"
But once again, he simply smiled a cruel smile at her and stroked her cheek tenderly.
"Don't worry," Thomas got off of her and walked around to Sweeney and looked down at her, ignoring the silver razor in Sweeney's hand. "This will only hurt a bit."
With sudden fury, he grabbed Thomas, yanked him so that he was facing towards him, and as quick as a flash, he had slit his throat.
A quick gurgle and spray of blood, and Thomas feel to the wooden plank floor, dead.
Standing over the corpse, Sweeney took several deep breaths to calm his nerves before he turned to Mrs. Lovett who was sobbing both from relief, and pain. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and gently covered her up from it, the fact that she had a slow stream of blood flowing from in between her legs not escaping him.
"It's alright," he muttered, slicing through the bindings with his razor. "He's never going to hurt you again. Nothing is ever going to hurt you again."
Mrs. Lovett quickly sat up and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder, pain ripping through him with every sob she took, but he didn't care at the moment. The only thing he cared about was the fact that the Demons nightmare, had finally come true,
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