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Sweenett chapter 4Previous chapter:Sweenett chapter 4 by mary-DBBC
Once their breathing evened she spoke. "Love that was beyond words " she rolled in his arms. He smiled and kissed her lips gently. Leaving her want more. "Don't forget, you're mine"
"I am " Mrs. Lovett breathed and Sweeney smiled. When she saw that smile she continued her phrase " going to get dressed. A customer might walk in any minute now." She got up and started to put her clothes back on. "I should also go wake Toby up. He's quite the heavy sleeper he is. Bless his heart." Sweeney glared at her and got up as well. He wanted to yell at her. Make her realize that she belonged to him, but he composed himself. He got dressed as well and went up to his shop.
Why was he so possessive of her? He didn't want other men to even look at her. And when a customer stared for more than necessary well, let's say he'd be willing to give him without a penny's charge the closest shave he'll ever know. But why? Was it her smile? Was it her
Sweenett: DamagedSweeney Todd groanedSweenett: Damaged by mary-DBBC
It has been a few nights since he first slept with her. It wasn't like he loved her. No! He didn't even care for the woman. He only needed her to cover up the murders, to get his revenge. Sleeping with her was a rather pleasant side-effect. It was a way of taking his mind off of things, even for mere seconds. A way to satisfy his needs. Nothing more. He would never marry her, never make love to her like he did to his dearest Lucy. He only encouraged her fantasies to keep her loyal to him, to keep her working.
Mrs. Lovett screamed his name
It has been a few nights since she lured him in her bed. She loved that man more than her own life, she did. She would do anything for him. That's how much he loved him, that's why she covered up his murders. That's why she was helping him. Sleeping with him was a dream come true. It was a way of showing him her love. A way of giving him an idea of what she had to offer to him. He meant the world to her. She hoped that
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