Maida looked through the windows of her office and rested her head on the glass. Her voice couldn't fit with the music.
"Why am I the smoke in the air?
The dark in the pale
The beast in the lair
The fly in the ale
The bitch who put her morals up for sale.
The witch in a fairytale" She looked over at Joanna's window just briefly. Something about that girl wasn't right. Her eyes were too distant and full of hatred only Maida could match. She looked down at the sailor gazing at Turpin's ward. Some object fell to him so Maida sighed.
"Knew you wouldn't last" The last admirer was in his cell screeching to Maida's office walls. Her hair was loose and her dress had a colour for each day of the week, still hanging from her wardrobe behind her. The screams replicated her own when it had happened.... She felt the bruises on her neck, the second bastard's handiwork lost and she was half glad. The sailor was singing. Music swelled as he walked nearer. Her eyes stained the glass panes and she was louder than she intended.
"Miss Fogg?" Bipolar. Anthony stared at her as she cried. She had to be.
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Twisted Tale
FanfictionSomething draws them together yet pushes them apart simultaneously. A songbird romance has a false lyric. Cooped up in authority you can go bitter... or you can go mad. Benjamin Barker returns to London as Sweeney Todd and meets the perfect ally whi...
