The readers has spoken! The next victim is…

Justin Beiber

Justin was being swarmed by fans screaming his name. His bodyguards could only handle so many before they were trampled over. He sprinted down the alleys of London, trying to find safety. He found a disgusting old place. Perfect he thought who would even try to find me in there?

Inside, no one was present. Justin leaned against a chair and occasionally peeked outside. He was there for about five minutes before he got bored. Justin hummed out new lyrics to pass time. Mrs. Lovett stormed through, muttering to herself

"You OK, lady?" he asked, not really caring. She glanced at her customer and frowned.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Confused, Justin walked up to the counter. "How could you not know me?" he smiled and flipped his hysterical hair to the side. She shrugged and started pressing dough with her palms. "Uh, hello? Number one song on the charts."

"That's a horrible clue, boy."

Justin's eyes narrowed, offended, his fist hit the counter, "I'm sure you make horrible… things!"

"Actually, they are." Sweeney stepped into the door and glanced at Justin and brought his attention to Nellie. "Need anything, Todd?" she asked.

"A little bit a liquor, please." She poured him a shot and he took it.

Sweeney looked at Justin and Beiber looked at Todd, "What ridiculous you have!" they both exclaimed, furious with one another.

"Yeah, well…" Justin rubbed his hair, "at least my hair starts trends."

Sweeney didn't respond, just raised his brow. "Alright then." He gulped down his shot and headed upstairs.

"That's it?" Justin called from the bottom step. "Coward." he muttered.

"I wouldn't recommend you do that, love." Nellie advised by the door.

"Yeah? Try me!" he stormed up the stairs, stomping a little too hard. Beiber broke a step and slipped through, he clung on the upper step and called for help.

"I don't think so." Nellie said and walked back inside. Sweeney heard the commotion and walked to the scene.

"Aw, man, you got to help me!" he pleaded and re-grasped to edge. Todd smiled and help out his hand. Beiber grabbed it with both hands.

"I don't think so." Sweeney's smile broadened and let go.

"What the hell?" he slipped one hand off and rose his middle finger and fell to the cement stairs underneath. Todd rushed down, readying his blades. Justin was crawling his way up when Todd stood at the top.

"Nice hair." Sweeney commented. Justin barely frowned and his hair felt wet and sticky, his hand came back and it was dripping blood. He hoisted himself to his feet, began to limp downwards. He opened the locked door and stepped in.

"ما العاهرة " Sweeney muttered to himself and ran in after.

By the fire oven there were bodies piled on top of each other, drenched in blood.

"W-what the hell?" Beiber breathed. Tobias, who often worked down there, try to hid behind the oven. "You!" he pointed at Tobias "What is this place?"

"I, I-I…" he was frozen, couldn't move, couldn't talk.

"Well?" Tobias's pause made Beiber focus on him, perfect for Sweeney.

He stalked behind Justin and quenched his hair and quickly sliced across his veins.

"Shall I clean up after you, sir?" Tobias offered, grabbing a steel sponge that was on a body and started scrubbing.

"Yes," he started leaving and turned back, "Stall more often."

"Alright…?" Todd left the scene. Tobias stared at Beiber. "What ridiculous hair." he murmured and hauled the body.

Little mini contest here… if you can translate what Sweeney muttered without using Google or the internet and say what the language is you get to pick the next victim. Here's what to include: quote what he said, what language it is, and the next victim's name… bye!