Sweeney Todd x reader - Our Secret

A gift

Warning : Gore and ✨murder✨
And description of attempted r@pe.
So PLEASE be cautious.
Another warning will be shown before it happens.

Y/n POV

I groan as I open my eyes to find myself lying in my own bed. I don't remember getting in it, but I do remember last night with Sweeney and how I told him everything. I finally told him, and apart of me is happy that I did, but another part of me feels sick to my stomach...
I'm not sure why.

We now know each others past and our hatred towards Turpin, so hopefully that can bring us some sort understanding when it comes to finally getting him and killing him. Bringing an end to this nightmare.

I sit up and stare towards my broken window that has a few pieces of cardboard nailed to the sides, shielding myself from the outside, but it still has some light shining through, allowing me to wake up a bit more.
My head feels heavy but not in pain, I guess I passed out from exhaustion and ended up in Sweeneys arms, or I collapsed on the floor, I can't remember.

I get us after a few minutes and decide to run myself a bath. I've slept in the same clothes for a while and I'm starting to feel too dirty for my liking.
"Toby!" I call out, hoping he hears me. But after a few seconds I hear no response.
I walk over to my door and open it a little.
"Toby!" I call out again, and only then do I hear running.

I wait and see Toby running down the hall towards me.
"Yes?" He asks breathless.
"I need help running a bath, could you help me get hot water ready?" I ask.
He nods and I smile in relief, "of course" he responds running off.

After me and Toby prepared the bath, I told him to run along to find something to do, just so I could have some privacy. The water is steamy, so I take the time to undress slowly, trying to buy some time for it to cool down slightly.
The weight of the clothes and having them removed allows me to feel lighter and calm, like I've removed a dreadful sense of bitterness from me.

I stand naked and cold in the middle of the room and I feel exposed yet hidden away, almost like I'm being watched by ghosts, even though I don't believe in ghosts, I can't help but feel seen.
I allow my hands to run through my body, feeling the softness of my skin and the bumps of my scars. I only have a few, but they cut deep and the memories cause me to flinch and I remove my hands from that part of me.

I continue to feel through my skin, past my waist, feeling my bones that poke out slightly. I'm not boney, I have enough flesh.
I roll my head back as my hands feel the bottom part of my breast, the roundness of them and heaviness has me feeling all types of things.

Things like what it would be like to have Sweeney touching me, feeling me. The thought has my legs tightening a little, to stop the heat that rises. I shouldn't even be thinking this way, and yet I can't stop. Haven't been able to for a little while.
But the thoughts always come to an end when I'm reminded of what covers parts of my body.

I'm somewhat ashamed of my body, only because my scars show my weakness and failure and I've tried throughout the years to hide them.

So I try to fight that feeling, by feeling them, living them. Becoming them and allow myself to feel myself and feel alive. Otherwise I'd be dead by now, and I wouldn't be able to get my revenge.

I place my hand in the water, feeling the hot warmth and deciding that now is the perfect time to get in, so I slowly place one foot after the other, loving the way the water sends a shiver through my body, and as I slowly lower my body, all tense muscles become instantly relaxed.
Fuck this is nice. I can't remember the last time I had a decent hot bath.