𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 (𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

04

Tw: mention of r@pe, murder

Sweeney Todd’s POV

The betrayal felt like a knife in his chest. His nails bit into his palms as he leaned closer to the peephole, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him. Through the tiny aperture, he watched you, a doppelgänger of his beloved Lucy, sprawled over a bed with someone else. The twos laughter and intimacy burned into his mind, each moment deepening his frustration. The view of your perfect mouth, your soft lips, traveling lower and lower, planting disgusting kisses before committing a vile act.. your tongue explored her folds, tasting her, savoring her, pleasing her. Her moans were all he could hear, moans and whimpers as she allowed this atrocity- she was practically raping him. Allowing him to do this when he so obviously belonged to Sweeney. It was the purest form of evil.

It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. That connection, the last vestige of Lucy, wasn’t meant to be wasted like this. He couldn’t shake the thought of how wrong it all was. It wasn’t his place to interfere, not really, but he couldn’t ignore the storm brewing inside him. His thoughts raced, dark and insistent. Of course, it's not that he wanted you to do these act on him, two men together was unthinkable- but he didn't want you to be doing it to someone else. A perfect figure like yours had to be held in abstinence.  After all, this wasn’t about selfish desire—it was about preservation, about protecting what mattered. What was sacred. The solution was clear: he had to act. He couldn’t allow this to continue. Something had to change.

Now, as he sat hidden in the dark corner of the barber shop, his plan began to take form. The early morning hours crept by, the quiet punctuated only by his shallow breaths and the occasional sound of stirring in the other room. Every detail of his scheme unfurled in his mind, one possibility leading to the next, until finally, the perfect moment presented itself.

The sun's first rays slipped through the blinds, casting faint golden light across the room. The sound of movement made his pulse quicken. You woke before the other, your silhouette soft against the morning glow. Disheveled and slightly groggy, you had an unassuming grace about yourself that seemed to enhance the quiet stillness of the dawn.

He watched as you stretched and prepared to leave, completely unaware of the eyes following his every move. When you finally stepped outside, the opportunity became clear. It was time to act.

With a deep breath, Sweeney rose from his hiding place, his movements precise and deliberate. Doubt had no place here. The moment was perfect, and he wouldn’t let it slip away.

Making his way out of his hiding spot, Sweeney bursted into the room, the whore waking with a start. She tried to scream as she was grabbed by the hair, struggling to pull away. Yelping and pleading filled the air as she tried to escape, a hand quickly being clamped over her mouth. As she tried to tug away once more, reaching up and clawing at Sweeneys clothed arm, her scalp popped, the skin and hair coming loose from her skull. She let out a sore whine, tears growing in her glassy blue eyes as she was thrown into the barber chair, Sweeney quickly grabbing his razor and spitting it across her neck, severing the carotid artery. Blood spewed outward, the woman letting out a few gargled breaths before the chair dropped, sending her downwards. Quickly, Sweeney pulled on his jacket, seeing (Y/N) return up the stairs. Grabbing a cloth, he wiped his razor clean, letting out a fresh breath and closing his eyes, trying to ease himself.