Nancy remained where she was for a solid 10 minutes. She didn't care what he'd do to her now.
During that time, Junior just got up and got a bottle of scotch. He walks to her.
"Want some?" Nancy only look briefly before looking away. "Alright, more for me." He then takes the bottle and chugs some of the alcohol before he speaks to her again. "Feeling better? I feel relieved to finally have you."
Nancy gets up and glares at him. "It was rape."
"Eh, you were bound to get some eventually in Basin City. You could of at least tried to enjoy it." He says nonchalantly and unsympathetically.
"Tried to enjoy it?" She asks, feeling disgusted with him.
She turns away, not wanting to look at him anymore, but he won't have that as he comes around and wraps his arms around her.
"I'm really growing fonder of you..." He whispers in her ear as she tries to break free. "I decided I'm not going to kill you."
She stops trying to struggle. "What?"
"You are just too good to let go to waste." He then licks her right cheek, causing her to shudder. "I am keeping you."
"For what?" She asks, wanting badly to leave this man's presence.
"You'll find out when I talk with my dad." He releases her. "You're free to go."
Nancy finally looks back at the monster that had just raped her. She takes a step back.
"I'll tell people."
"Tell them what? That I raped you? You do that and I'll be paying mommy and daddy a visit."
Nancy's eyes widen.
"You wouldn't..."
He gets a cocky grin. "Like I wouldn't do this?"
He grabs Nancy by the arm and pulls her. He wraps both arms around her as he kisses her deeply. Nancy tries desperately to push him off or even scratching his back in response to make him stop. Instead, he deepens the kiss before ending it and looking into her eyes.
"You bastard..." She spits.
"I'm starting to think that's your cute little nickname for me." He lets her go, letting her rub her mouth with her arm. "Anyway, I think we have ourselves a deal. Tell no one, and they live. Is that clear?" Nancy looked away for a moment before looking back and, reluctantly, nods. "Good girl."
She hated this, but didn't want her family to suffer.
"Anything else?" She asks, more out of irritation and a desire to leave.
"Want to go round 2?" He asks playfully. She gives him a dirty look. "Sorry, but I'm all tuckered out. You're free to go." He walks away.
Nancy just stands there, questioning what she agreed to.
Roark's men let her take her car back home. She didn't even change back into her clothes before the barn, she still had so much on her mind. Part of her wanted to go to where Hartigan's body no doubt was, but the thought of seeing his dead body after her rape was too much for her.
All she thought of was how she agreed to keep her rape quiet to avoid the harm he would do to her family.
What should I do now? He'll threaten them... If I don't do something... he'll threaten them... he'll KILL THEM.
She made it to her apartment. She didn't brush her teeth or anything, she went straight to bed. She made sure to throw the outfit she was forced into away, not wanting it on her skin anymore.
That night was awful. She relived the experience in her mind. His eyes, his smile, the feeling of him thrusting into her. The hot tears from her eyes, the blood dripping from where he pierced her with himself, the feeling of his mouth on her own. She wished he had killed her then. She could've done it herself, but feared he'd kill her family if she didn't obey him.
Her life was almost back to normal. She continued her work at the strip club.
She felt dirty, but at the very least these men weren't attempting to rape her.
She didn't feel comfortable exposing any part of her body to people, but at least she wasn't being forced into sexual intercourse.
That all changed one night.
It was a Friday night. It was the busiest night of the week for her as she always takes the weekend off. She knew if she just kept going at it, she can leave and have time to herself.
As long as none of them touch me, I'll be fine.
However, once it was her time and did her performance, that's when she saw him.
The Yellow Bastard.
He was sitting there, along, staring at her with a grin.
She froze for a moment.
Some of the men booed at her remaining still. A few exchanged confused looks. Fewer showed some concern for her.
She didn't pay attention, she only saw him.
This causes her to panic and run off the stage.
Behind the scenes, some of her co-workers were confused, though a few were sympathetic enough to her. They heard she was kidnapped, but many thought it was Hartigan. Of course, Roark must have gotten his daddy to frame the good man again.
And now he's here.
Why can't he just leave me alone?
Fortunately, her manager recognized her emotional state and let her go home early.
As she began getting dressed, a knock on her door was heard.
"Who is it?" She asks.
"You have a visitor waiting outside." The woman's voice shouted.
Panic hit her.
"Oh my god..." She said to herself. "He's outside... oh my god... he's waiting outside... he's outside..." She repeated to herself.
She tried to come up with ways to get out before he could see her. She realized then if she did, he'd probably get angry and kill someone.
It's at that moment, she saw an envelope on the floor near her door. She thinks back and realizes her manager slipped it in while speaking to her.
She went to it and opened it.
There was a picture of a little girl, no older than 10, with writing on the side.
Been stalking her for 2 weeks. Come or she's next...
Nancy realized she has no other way out of this.
She got changed and stepped outside. Near her car, he was leaning on the passenger side door.
He smirked when saw her walking towards the car.
"What the hell do you want?" She snapped.
"Been thinking about you." He says, trying to sound romantic. "Been thinking of me?"
"Not in the context you're probably hoping." She made her disgust with his presence blatant.
He just laughed this off.
"I gotta proposition for ya." He says.
"Piss off." She snaps. "I won't tell anyone, just leave me alone and get away from my car!"
He just shakes his head and sighs, as though she were being difficult like a child playing when it was time for bed.
"What about little Chrissy?" She drops her glare. "That's her name... you want I take my frustrations out on her?" Nancy looks away before looking at him and, while still glaring, nods. "Good girl."
"Why are you here?"
He gets off her car and walks to her. Nancy steps back in response. He just chuckles at this before he resumes.
"I'd like to talk with you someplace private." He gives her a note. "Meet me at this address and come alone."
"I'm going to assume if I don't come, Chrissy dies?"
"Beauty and brains. Come tomorrow around afternoon."
He turns around and walks away.
Once he's out of sight, Nancy looks at the note.
It reads: I'd like to make a new deal.