Damaged 3/?
Title: Damaged
Chapter: 3/?
Authors: cutiepie_jordie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Themes, murder, blood (duh), rape, abuse...
Pairings: Sweeney/OOC
Summary: Sweeney is a damaged man. Jasmine is a damaged woman. Turpin has hurt them both. Can they put both their damaged heart's together to heal their souls?
Disclaimer: They’re not mine.
Jasmine trudged along next to her husband, as he talked with the Beadle.
“Mr. Crane, Judge Turpin reminded me earlier if you and your fine wife would be so inclined as to join him for dinner perhaps?” Bamford asked as they reached their home, ready to say goodbye.
“We would be honored, sir. We shall see you at 7.” Robert replied with a bow as he turned towards the large house they lived in. Jasmine followed suit as he glared at her.
Jasmine had never met Judge Turpin. Robert always went alone to visit with him about court business. Though she would never speak of it, she had heard of some pretty nasty rumors of the great Judge. Rumor was that he kept his pretty daughter locked away up in her room, for no man to touch or lay eyes upon. He didn’t seem like a friendly person, but whom could she judge. Look who she lived with.
‘Always, it’s always that one piece of hair I can never contain!’ Jasmine mumbled in her mind as she fixed her hair. She sighed as she looked at her hair in the mirror. She really wanted her original brown back. Robert made her dye it blonde every two weeks. Said she looked better as a blonde. She didn’t think so. Her focus moved down to her face. Her eye was still dark purple. Nothing much she could do about that. Further down her focus strayed as it landed upon her neck. An ugly scar stared back at her, like it had the past year. She shook her head, trying to get control of herself and rising to her feet. ‘Don’t want to make him mad again.’
She headed downstairs where Robert just came through the door. “A little better.” He mumbled as he past her to go to the carriage.
Judge Turpin’s house was enormous, but what could she expect of the richest man in London. Exiting the carriage and entering the house, their noses were assaulted with the smell of rich cooking. Being lead to the dinning room, they found Judge Turpin.
“Ahh, Robert. Good to see you!” Turpin cried as he spotted them. His eyes soon feel on Jasmine. I blushed, as it is only natural when a male examines your body the way he did. Yet, she felt disgusted for some reason. “You must be Jasmine. Robert has told me all about you.” He sighed as he took her hand, kissing the top of her hand.
Looking into his face, it was cruel. For some reason it looked as if he only had shaved half his face and forgot about the rest. ‘Odd’ she thought. She smiled at him, forgetting where she was for a moment.
They all took their seats around the small table. As soon as Jasmine’s rear hit her seat, the food was already being ushered out. All three of them began eating, while the men carried on their conversation. Jasmine paid attention to the very beginning but soon lost interest. Every once in a while she would look towards Judge Turpin to find that he was staring at her. She turned away quickly.
Her thoughts ran wild as to why he might be looking at her. Did she have something in her teeth perhaps? She didn’t focus till she heard him mutter something about Sweeney Todd.
“Beadle assured me he was the best damn barber in London, come to find out he was in on the deal with that petty twat that keeps lurking under my Johanna’s window. Apparently the boy was going to steal her away while I was at court. However, fates seemed to have shined upon me today.” Turpin explained. The men talked for a bit more all of a sudden they got up and left.
Jasmine didn’t know if she should follow, or if she should just sit there and wait. She figured the latter of the two, concluding that if they wanted her, they would have spoke up. It was a good 25 minuets till Turpin and Robert reentered the room.
“I will only make the deal to raise your level in court as long as you accept my agreement as to what I will receive in return.” Turpin stated as they entered the room, staring hungrily at Jasmine.
“Fine. Take her for the night. A good prostitute can help me tonight.” Replied Robert with a smile. Jasmine looked from her husband to Turpin, realization setting in her mind. Robert kissed her, she didn’t respond, to lost in what was going on. With that, he was gone.
“Well, well, well…” Judge Turpin stated slowly as he walked around Jasmine’s chair. “Up, follow me.” Jasmine obliged unwillingly.
Down the hall to a door on the right they stopped. He slowly opened it for Jasmine to glance into. In a flash of a second, Turpin had shoved her through the door, following her, and locking it.
“No escape for you tonight missy.” Turpin breathed in her ear as he pinned her to the bed. She could already feel his erection pressing against her hip.
“Please, sir… I beg you…” Jasmine cried, trying to keep the tears from leaking from her eyes. The Judge reared back his hand and back slapped her across her face. She felt the trickle of blood fall down her cheek, mixed in with her newly fallen tears. His ring had sliced right through the skin on her cheek. He grabbed her by the throat.
“You will not enjoy this. This will not be pleasurable.” Turpin spat as he squeezed the air from her lungs. He released his hold on her neck, causing her to gasp for air. While she tried to breath, Judge Turpin set about ripping her dress off her as she struggled. With nothing left but her corset hiding her body, he reached into a draw near the bed and pulled out a knife. The color left Jasmine’s face when she saw it, her eyes as wide as spheres. He placed the knife against her throat.
“What happened here my dear? Whoring around one night with a man with a knife?” Turpin smirked as he made a tiny nick at her throat. He lifted the knife to his eyes. A Drop of blood ran down the edge. Bringing it to his mouth, he licked the knife clean.
Jasmine was in a horror. He brought the knife down to her chest, where he slit the knife down the front of her corset, splicing it in half. Jasmine screamed in pain as a blood red line appeared down the path he cut.
“Be quite!!!” He yelled, smacking her again, this time hard enough to where she was seeing stars. She was in a daze and didn’t even realize that the Judge had removed his own clothing. He leaned down over Jasmine and kissed her hard, biting her lip, drawing even more blood from her body. All she could do was lay there.
Moving down to her neck, he licked the cut he had made. Further down he went, biting her nipples as hard as he could, drawing blood from each one. Leaving bite marks all around her breasts, he descended even more down her body. Reaching her thighs he retrieved the knife again, running it up and down her legs, eventually slicing at her thighs. Jasmine shook from the pain, but kept her mouth shut as tears spilled from her eyes.
Turpin stood from his post between her legs, spreading them even farther open than they were. Without warning or haste, he sheathed himself into her core. Jasmine screamed in pain as he forced himself into her. She could feel herself ripping to accommodate his length and girth. Her screams were soon muffled as he covered her mouth with his own, sucking the blood from her lip.
Jasmine could feel herself getting dizzy from the pain. Her eyes felt heavy as he pounded into her. It wasn’t long before her mind went into complete blackness.