"You will do well to remember who you belong to in the future my pet."
He sneered slamming the door of the bakehouse behind him leaving her alone in the dim light of the oven, cold, alone, and bleeding on the unyielding floor. The stinging cold of the floor did nothing to help her wounds as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor on shaking legs, wiping tears from her eyes. She refused to let him get the best of her. She would make him see that she loved him, through it all.
He stalked up to his room locking the door and collapsing into his chair smirking and admiring the vibrant red blood shining on his razor. She was finally put in her place. He knew, however, that she was strong willed. He would have to keep kicking her down a few notches until she understood her place was beneath him, at his feet.
She collected herself after a few moments and picked up her tattered clothing putting on what should and carrying the rest making her way up the bakehouse steps trembling as her legs threatened to give way. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and wrapped a bandage around her waist and chest, pulling it tight in the hopes of keeping her ribs safe and tied her spare corset loosely changing into another dress.
He took his time wiping her blood from his friends and changing out of his own bloody clothes before opening his shop back up. He glanced down smirking seeing she'd opened her shop up after all. Such a good pet indeed, maybe he should fashion her a collar and a leash of sorts to show his appreciation of her doing her job. Still whoring herself out in those revealing dresses of hers, just as she should, earning him money by being a slag.
She glanced up at his window smiling some seeing him looking down and felt her cheeks heat up as she caught his eye before turning back to her customers and bending over a little extra giving the gentleman a rather full view and winking at him before tucking the money down her dress.
He smirked at the thought before realizing she was looking up and sneered not wanting her to think the previous look was for her. He growled turning away and wiping his razor looking up as a customer came in.
"Mrs. Lovett said to tell you it's on the house. Oh and that she forgives you. Don't know what that is for bu-" Sweeney growled glaring at him and stabbing the razor into his neck before he could finish. How dare she be so easy. He needed her hate. And he would guarantee that she would hate him or his name wasn't Sweeney Todd.