The Becoming | Sweeney Todd

Chapter 8 | Løve

Staring at his threatening silhouette in the hallway, my feet only brought me backwards into my own cabin.

I was too late.

My thoughts were only thinking of any possible way to escape.

There were no windows, no other doors, and walking past him would only be a suicide.

His heavy steps creeped into my cabin, stalking me.

His heavy eyes traced my cabin with distracting fascination.

He traced the bed, and the lamp...

All the way to my given notebook by the bed.

It was the notebook that was given to me so it could help me remember my past...

The indication that it was flat open - facing down, was a hint of my thoughts and words existing within it - I had used it.

Who wouldn't be curious to know what's inside?

And his long glare showed just exactly how curiosity was binding him.

"What are you writting there?" He asked, regardless of me knowing that his intention to be here was different.

This man had not spoken to me ever since he had kissed me - then expects me to answer this?

My jaw clenched.

But it wasn't long before unsettling fear creeped back in me... Who wouldn't be terrified if they knew they might die soon, in the most cruel way - like an animal.

My mouth had opened to speak, but my trembling lips weren't on my side... "I-I well.... You could call it a diary of mine..."

His eyes shot at me...

"It's to help me remember my past." I suddenly spoke, keeping my ground.

"A diary, you say?" He grumbled under his breath.

His chin rose and hands tucked into the pockets of his dark pants - or trousers as Americans say... "Would you mind reading it for me?" He spoke confidently... his eyes examining my expression.

I shivered...

"It's private...

Mr. ...

... Todd"

I said as I kept my eyes on him... I tried to be conscious of his every move as I have felt like he could pounce at any moment.

I could only scream and hope for help if he does so.

"How about a deal then, Ms. Turpin?" He spoke almost mockingly with risen brows.

I narrowed my eyes upon his words.

"You read yours, I read mine" He spoke in a sarcastic tone... a slow step towards me...

I took a step back...

But yet he took another...

... His look was dark....

Despite his threatening posture, my ears picked up on something behind his threats...

The more I thought about it, the more I realised that he sounded a bit... weird...

As if he was... slurry....

His tongue as if burning or numb...