A/N: WHAT'S THIS? ANOTHER CHAPTER? SO SOON? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO? :P I got bored. So I wrote :D

Alrighty, this is the REAL M chapter. So you've been warned. Nothing gets graphic - it's all implied, but it's pretty dark.

The night was not easy for Mrs. Lovett, or Sweeney. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow on the wall made Mrs. Lovett bolt upright in bed, listening carefully.

"If you want to go looking for her tomorrow, you better get some sleep," Sweeney hissed to her, which would make her lie down – only to be startled by another noise a few minutes later.

By midnight, he had managed to keep her still by stroking her back, keeping her down on the bed. When her breathing deepened and she relaxed, he settled down beside her, his eyes locked on her figure.

Eventually he fell asleep, wondering where Jess was.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," Andrew hissed, pacing in front of her. "The people you're with – are they Sweeney Todd and Eleanor Lovett?"

"If this is the last time, what are you going to do next?" she taunted, spitting at his feet.

Andrew stepped forward and delivered the hardest slap she'd ever felt. It didn't knock her out, and she regretted it. Her face stung like a million knives had staked her. Her eyes welled up with tears and she let them fall, her head bowed.

Andrew grabbed her hair, hauling her head up so her neck jerked painfully. She let out a hiss of pain and he brought his face close to hers.

"Tell.

Me.

Now."

Jess narrowed her eyes and clamped her lips shut. He leaned forward and kissed her, forcibly shifting her lips apart and kissed her fully. She tried to pull away – shrieking and mumbling in protest. Eventually he moved away, a smug look planted on his face.

He turned to Peter and another bloke that had joined them.

"Deal with her,"

Mrs. Lovett was up at the crack of dawn, not that she slept well anyway. She woke every half hour, only to have Sweeney lull her back to sleep with either strokes or him gently talking to her – random words occasionally turned into a tune.

Finally, she could wake him.

"She home?" he asked groggily, and she shook her head sadly, having already checked the house and halfway down the street.

He swung out of bed, taking his jacket from its hook and hastily pulling it on. He took three razors, placing two in the inside pockets of his jacket and one in the pocket of his pants. When he turned, Mrs. Lovett was anxiously gazing out the window.

"Where are we gonna go first?" she asked,

"We'll take a look around…ask if anyone has seen her. Let's check at the entrances first," he said and she nodded.

Jess lay on the stone floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing.

They had broken her, well and truly.

The things they did…she didn't want to remember – she didn't want those memories.

Her right leg had been cuffed on a chain, so she could move and crawl – but she couldn't do that. She ached inside – they took something from her that didn't belong to them, and she wasn't ever getting it back.

Scraps of food was left on the floor, but Jess couldn't move.

The door opened and closed a lot, but Jess couldn't see who was there – she assumed they were making sure that she was gnawing off her own foot.

After what seemed like an eternity, she gave a small sigh.

"Finally returned to us, have you?" a voice she didn't recognize.

Lacking the strength to roll over, she continued to lay in a ball.

"I'm sorry, for what they did," the voice said gently, and she heard the heavy tread of boots on stone. "It was never meant to end up like that,"

He was young, whoever he was. He stepped in her eyesight, and she almost gasped. He looked at lot like Toby, but as she blinked, he became clearer and the image of Toby vanished.

"Are you okay?" he bent down and she flinched, trying to move away. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to do anything…"

She shifted anyway so her back was against the wall, managing to lean up against it. Her knees came up and she wrapped her arms around them.

"Are you okay?" he repeated, and she shook her head.

"Do you want to talk?" she shook her head.

"Do you want to just listen?"

She shook her head.

"I'm sorry," he stood and left the room, leaving her frightened, alone and broken once more.

"Sorry miss, but she didn't rent a horse,"

"Oh…well thanks anyway," Mrs. Lovett whispered.

"We can try the blacksmith," Sweeney said softly.

"What good is it there?"

"We have to try everywhere…" Sweeney assured her and she heaved a sigh. They had been looking for hours now.

Sweeney lead the way to the large building, glancing back to make sure Mrs. Lovett was following him. He waited for her at the entrance, and then led her inside.

It was dark and musty, the counter was dusty.

"Are you sure this place is open?" Mrs. Lovett whispered. She discretely clutched at his arm, for moral support.

"The door wasn't locked," Sweeney said softly.

He walked to the counter and rung the bell.

There was a lot of swearing, before the door behind the counter opened. Inside appeared to be a basement, but Mrs. Lovett didn't see a lot before the man closed it. With a broad smile, he slammed his fists on the table, mixing up the dust.

"Ah, good morning!" he grinned, and Sweeney smiled politely. "What can I do for you?"

The man stared at Sweeney carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as he squinted.

"Our niece, Rachel…she's not returned home for a few days. She's blonde, about this tall," he gestured "And she's got blue eyes,"

"Rachel…Rachel…" he mused, his eyes glancing to the ceiling. "No, I don't believe I've seen her,"

"Sorry to interrupt…but it that blood?" Mrs. Lovett asked, staring pointedly at his hands.

He glanced down at them, a look of shock registering on his face before he clasped them behind his back.

"Of course not, I'm a blacksmith. Why would there be blood on my hands. Must be paint,"

Sweeney raised an eyebrow.

"What were you doing in the basement? Your shed is outside," Sweeney asked suspiciously, watching the man instinctively move to guard the basement door.

"We could very well call the law here." Mrs. Lovett threatened. "Wot have you been killing down there?"

"You wouldn't," he hissed.

"Try us,"

"You wouldn't if you didn't want the law to find out about your true identities…Mr. Sweeney Todd," he glared at Mrs. Lovett. "And Ms. Eleanor Lovett,"

A/N: Bit choppy, now that I read over it...but eh. It's late. I cbf changing it :)

Poor Jess...