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S through Z › Sweeney Todd (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,692
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1
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Sweeney Todd, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Chapter 2
With a strangled sound, Sweeney Todd jerked awake in his chair panting lightly before glancing out his window to the lashing rain. Rubbing his temples he headed down the inner stairwell cautiously towards the shop below, glancing around with a critical eye. Nothing seemed out of place, and most notably his daughter wasn’t laying dead on the floor.
Moving towards the bake house door, he opened it and glanced down near the furnace where he could vaguely make out the lumpy figure sleeping by the warmth. Lopping down the stairs, the barber knelt by the girl, rolling her over and snatching back the quilt causing her to stir.
“Da’dy?” Jez murmured sleepily. “S’wrong? Did me chores already, lessen ya be wantin’ something’ else,” the girl laughed tiredly, reaching her arms around the killer’s legs.
Pausing, Sweeney stared at the half asleep female wrapped around him. “It’s nothing, go back to sleep Jezzebelle.”
“If ya say so,” the teen released his leg and jerked her quilt back up, snuggling down murmuring, “Should get some too, busy day tomorrow.”
Nodding, the barber turned on heel making his way back upstairs, dropping into his chair with his fingers clasped under his chin in contemplation. True enough Jezzebelle would never replace his Johanna or Lucy, but she was bright and loyal, a thousand times more obedient and useful than her mother had been. She could be a little overly affectionate at times but a swift strike set that right. Of course he knew what they did would be a one way ticket to hell for the both of them, but by his count they were already going to hell, if indeed such a place existed, just for the work they did.
Slowly the demented barber leaned back, closing his eyes. He didn’t expect sleep to return, no, but just listening to the rain felt almost calming. In the black backdrop of his mind he could picture the girl downstairs twirling about between tables, yes wearing that striking red dress she was fond of. It complemented her scarlet mane so.
Eventually these thoughts began to lead towards other thoughts, thoughts of Jezzebelle pressed face first against the large window pane, her legs spread as wide as humanly possible, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he roughly thrust his erect penis into her taunt vagina. He could almost hear the soft squeak she’d emit as he lightly bit into her neck, her flesh tangy with salt and sweat, her hair smelling of flour and blood and soot. With a crash of thunder, Sweeney’s eyes snapped open with a painful grunt.
Moving towards the bake house door, he opened it and glanced down near the furnace where he could vaguely make out the lumpy figure sleeping by the warmth. Lopping down the stairs, the barber knelt by the girl, rolling her over and snatching back the quilt causing her to stir.
“Da’dy?” Jez murmured sleepily. “S’wrong? Did me chores already, lessen ya be wantin’ something’ else,” the girl laughed tiredly, reaching her arms around the killer’s legs.
Pausing, Sweeney stared at the half asleep female wrapped around him. “It’s nothing, go back to sleep Jezzebelle.”
“If ya say so,” the teen released his leg and jerked her quilt back up, snuggling down murmuring, “Should get some too, busy day tomorrow.”
Nodding, the barber turned on heel making his way back upstairs, dropping into his chair with his fingers clasped under his chin in contemplation. True enough Jezzebelle would never replace his Johanna or Lucy, but she was bright and loyal, a thousand times more obedient and useful than her mother had been. She could be a little overly affectionate at times but a swift strike set that right. Of course he knew what they did would be a one way ticket to hell for the both of them, but by his count they were already going to hell, if indeed such a place existed, just for the work they did.
Slowly the demented barber leaned back, closing his eyes. He didn’t expect sleep to return, no, but just listening to the rain felt almost calming. In the black backdrop of his mind he could picture the girl downstairs twirling about between tables, yes wearing that striking red dress she was fond of. It complemented her scarlet mane so.
Eventually these thoughts began to lead towards other thoughts, thoughts of Jezzebelle pressed face first against the large window pane, her legs spread as wide as humanly possible, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he roughly thrust his erect penis into her taunt vagina. He could almost hear the soft squeak she’d emit as he lightly bit into her neck, her flesh tangy with salt and sweat, her hair smelling of flour and blood and soot. With a crash of thunder, Sweeney’s eyes snapped open with a painful grunt.