Sweenett

"Really living it!" He shouts, gripping her waist harder and lifting her off of the ground. The shriek that spills from her parted lips makes his arms weak, as he attempts to toss her into the blazing oven and watch her flesh burn raw, his arms are very reluctant to release her and he growls under his breath. She clutches tightly to his collar, pulling herself with all of the strength in her body back to him.

Whimpering, he falls weak and she throws her arms around his neck, the tears falling down her face and dripping off to lie on the bake house floor until evaporation dries it up. She wipes her cheeks, frowning at the stickiness and stands up quickly, frowning down at him. "You bastard! I do nothing, but treat you good and this-" her voice suddenly changes- "is how you treat me." The whispered words that fall from her lips are far more scarier than any shout. He's limp, resting on his knees, his head hanging low. "You're a liar. You deserve to die." He whispers, his razor dangling loosely between his fingers.

She gazes at him, her lower lip trembling. "Tell me mrs Lovett, why can't i kill you?" He looks up, his eyes reddening slowly, he stands, gripping the razor tighter as he moves closer. One step forward, and mrs Lovett steps back.

"I- I don't know, love." Her voice shakes and her lower lip quivers, but she stands tall trying to show him that she's not afraid, but on the inside her body goes cold and she shakes with fear.

Sweeney's eyes bore into hers and it seems as if he's trying to bore a hole through her head rather than look at her. "Mr T.. please don't." He lunges forward, slamming her against the wall of the bake house, curling his arm and resting the edge of the blade against her pale neck.

"Stop-" he chokes "-stop begging for your life- you want to fill me with pathetic lies, excuses." She slowly shakes her head, her hand enclosing around his wrist. "No- I just want to tell you the truth...before I die." She adds on, whispering under her breath to avoid moving her neck too much. Growling, he eases the blade on her neck, tilting his head. "Go on."

Nellie sighs, closing her eyes. "Lucy took the arsenic, that wasn't a lie.. and I attempted to stop her, but the foolish woman had already threatened suicide more than once so I thought it was a desperate plea for help, and I gave her the help she needed! She couldn't even take care of herself! Who do you think that poor little Johanna thinks her mother is." She frowns, laying her head against the wall. "I did what I thought was best. And it was either watch your pretty little wife's life drain away, or watch over your daughter." Rubbing her head, she sighs. "Mr T, I tried to get her to come inside when her memory started fading, but she was nothing but a beggar, she had no memory of you or Johanna.. She wasted away, and I watched after your daughter." He pushes her harder against the wall.

"When we were in my shop, she said 'don't I know you mister?' How do you explain that Nellie?" She closes her eyes at the use of her first name, her brows drawing together. "Because love, she said that to everyone." 'Except me, I'm the devils wife.' She adds to herself, Continuing on- "When they came for the girl I hid your razors and I protected Johanna like she was my own. But what could I do? They would beat me senseless, I'm only a woman." She whispers to herself, tears tracking down her cheeks, her eyes slowly closing. "I love you." She whimpers, her heart racing as she whispers her goodbye, leaving him with his thoughts.

Her eyes fly open as the sound of metal hits stone and she gazes at Sweeney, but her eyes are forced shut as the pressure of his mouth comes as a shock, his hands tangle in her hair, tugging her closer and growling against her lips. "Bloody woman- I can't fucking kill you. You've buried yourself too deep into my thoughts and you're harder to erase than Lucy is!"

He pushes her harder against the wall, before quickly turning her around and shoving her front into the stone. "You walk around all day wearing nothing but these low cut dresses- these are for whores Mrs. Lovett, Is that what you are?" He undoes the back quickly, yanking her garments and dress, corset and bloomers, boots and all off of her body, throwing the shredded fabric to the corner, he spins her back around.