She slumped down in the chair shortly after Sweeney's departure, feeling the armrests she knew he ran his fingers along. She didn't understand. Whenever she and Mr Todd got even the tiniest bit close to what she wanted, there was always some of interruption. She sighed heavily, noticing the flour that coated her dress. `Why would anyone, let alone Mr T, possibly be interested in me when I walk around like this?!` she harshly questioned herself. She heftily got up and made her way downstairs, leaving the pie and gin she had totally forgotten about on the trunk behind the door as she exited through it. Her legs still ached, and her breathing had become deeper as her exhaustion started taking its toll. Across the street, she could see Beadle Bamford making his way across to the pie shop, though he turned himself towards the stairs as he noticed Mrs Lovett descending them. She stopped and stood on the last step, looking down at the Beadle as he approached. A tall man, even with the help of the step, she only stood three inches taller. "Good evening, madam", greeted the Beadle, who had finally reached her. "Do come down from there, I don't like looking up at lower class people, a man of my status", he continued rudely. She glared at him, though did as he told. "That's better", he breathed foully over her. She stood, cross armed, raising her eyebrow at him, waiting for whatever it was he had come for. Reading her gesture correctly, he said, "Now, you probably don't like to brag, but I hear your selling a new kind of meat pie, and one that's apparently pretty good, too… And I was wondering…", he trailed off. Mrs Lovett hurriedly cut him off. "Listen, Beadle Bamford, it's awful nice 'a 'ya, but its after hours, 'kinda busy, got things 'at do", she said, trying to excuse herself as she stepped past. She felt strangely uncomfortable around this man today. The Beadle easily stepped in front of her, blocking her path and repeating the gesture she gave him earlier of the raised eyebrows, focusing down on her. "'Ow 'bout t'morrow then?" she questioned, her chest starting to heave her rising exhaustion. "I'm afraid not, Mrs Lovett", the Beadle answered, his eyes on her rising chest. "You see, when I want something", he continued, as he stepped forwards, closing the gap between them both, " I expect it there and then", he finished , raising his hands to place on Mrs Lovett's hips. She spotted his move, and avoided it with, "So t'morrow, then?", as she sauntered off, glancing back at him and smiling cockily. She entered the shop, shutting the door behind her and leaning her back against it. `Wha' was I doin'?', she asked herself, looking up and down the shop before remembering as she caught sight of her dress. `I didn't know it was that bad', she criticised herself. "Well, I'll soon change tha'", she said aloud to herself, striding towards her bedroom, a spring in her small steps. She cheerily shut the door behind her, ripping off her dirty dress and flinging it over her un-made bed, closely followed by her tank which landed on top. She also changed her corset, exposing her perfectly formed breasts as she did so, tightening the new one so they struggled underneath. She walked over to her wardrobe and ran her fingers over the selection of dresses. `I need somethin' new…an' exciting…', she told herself. She turned on the spot, her back to the wardrobe, and noticed the black dress hanging from the door. She had only bought it three days ago. `Perfect' she thought as she slipped it over her head, forgetting the tank. She soon realised, but dismissed it with `This dress is one tha' fits an' displays better without tha'', and thought nothing more of it. She tended to her hair next, loosening it from the ties and letting it flow past her shoulders, dangling above her chest. She ran her comb through her auburn curls, giving it a look of life after being shoved out of the way for a hard days work. She decided to keep it down and flowing. It wasn't very often Mr T saw her with it down, so it would surprise him even more. She picked out the bloodiest red lipstick she had, and ran it over her plump lips, rubbing them together to give them that perfect look. She placed it back, admire ring her work in the mirror, giving a pose and smiling. She picked up her old clothes and folded them neatly, placing them back on the mattress to be washed later. She grabbed her door handle and slowly opened the door, to go and wait for Sweeney's return. She turned on the spot and screamed.
Beadle Bamford stood in front of her, his eyes again fixed on her chest as her breathing recovered from the shock he had given her, her breasts still struggling under her tight corset. "I….Beadle Bamford…'ya gave me a fight!", she exclaimed. "Clearly not my intention, good madam", he replied, his eyes widening at her. She quickly walked past him, and he followed immediately. Now in the shop, she pursued, "Didn't…didn't I tell 'ya 'ta…'ya know, get lost?" "And I told you, Mrs Lovett, when I want something, I go after and get it", replied the Beadle. As he cocked his head onto one side. "Is there a problem?", he finished. "Well, yeah! -", she started, but stopped as the Beadle stepped forward towards her. "You know, Mrs Lovett, I've always had my sights on you", he crept, touching her hips, his other hand twisting in her newly combed hair. "And, its so nice of you to make an effort for me, though you didn't have to", he smiled, eyeing Mrs Lovett's body, her dress clinging to her every curve. "I…..you….Beadle", she stuttered, confused and frightened at what was happening. "Shhhh,….", he paused."Now, lets get a real taste of the best meat pies in London!", he announced suddenly. "I..NOOO!", she protested, but her words were strangled as the Beadles lips crashed down on her own. She struggled as he pushed his body against her, forcing her to lean against the wall nearest her, holding her hands up abover her head and pinning her by the arms. He deepened the kiss, and started exploring her mouth, squeals coming from Mrs Lovett's throat as she tried to stop him. `Mr T will be 'ome any second now, he'd kill me if he saw me like this!`, her conscience screamed at her inside her head. Beadle Bamford paused for breathe, smiling at her, and she took this time to try and escape. She headed for the door, but the Beadle seized her visciously by the wrist. "You!….'ya stay away from me!"she pointed at him. "Oh, come on Mrs Lovett, don't tell me this isn't what you want", the Beadle replied calmly, taking it as some sort of game. "No, a'right, I will", she answered back cheekily, fear breaking in her voice. The Beadle stepped forward, and grasped her arms. "NO!" she yelled, and trusted her arms forward with enough force to throw the Beadle off. He regained his balance and grabbed straight back at her, sucking on her collar bone down to the top of her breasts. "Beadle, please!", she begged. He deliberately took it the wrong way, thinking she was begging for more. He shifted her dress up past her thighs, and pressed his erection close. "Do you want me, Mrs Lovett, inside you now?", he teased, as he resumed sucking on her pulse point. "Fuck!…I!…NOOO!", she screamed, disgusted he could ask such a thing. "You…'ya dare, 'an I' ll cut 'ya lil' cock off, 'ya 'ear me!", she bravely threatened. "I'd take that risk, but just to play safe..", the Beadle trailed off, running his hands dangerously up Mrs Lovett's leg. "I can spare a few fingers, mind you", he picked up, as he suddenly trusted into Mrs Lovett's entrance. She screamed, as the Beadle held her hands firmly in place abover her head against the wall, his other hand penetrating inside her. He added another 2 fingers, totalling it out as 3, and moved them vigerously in and out, as she panted, her body betraying her to his movements. "Hows that?"asked the Beadle, adding yet one more finger. "Fuck..I…Fu -Oohhhh!", she answered, angry that her body was letting him pleasure her. "Very well then", continued the Beadle, pressing heavily into her clit. Anger boiled up inside Mrs Lovett, at the fact she was allowing him to do this to her. "You see" the Beadles voice sounded, "Your precious Mr T could never amount to this", he critisized, thrusting harder. Mrs Lovett's eyes opened wildly at this comment. She gathered her energy and freed her hands from the Beadles clutches, who stopped inside her. She slapped him, hard, and he fell out of her in shock. He looked up at her, surprised, as she spoke. "Don't 'ya ever talk 'bout Sweeney like that!", she yelled, forgetting her exhaustion as she felt it overcoming her. She knew she could get sent to Bedlam for assaulting the Beadle, no matter how much he deserved it. She didn't care. No one insults Sweeney in front of her and gets away with it. A red print decorated the Beadles ugly face as he got up. "Now", Mrs Lovett started, her voice cold and murderous,"Get outta my shop". The Beadle did as he was told, obeying as not to cross Mrs Lovett again. She stood in the middle of the shop for a further 5 minutes, running through in her mind at hwat had just happened, tears streaming down her cheeks. She slowly went through to the parlour and slumped down on the sofa, laying her head gently against a soft pillow, and soon fell asleep, her eye make up smudging as she wiped her tears and dozed off.