Nancy took the risk.
She went out the window.
It wasn't snowing anymore, so it wasn't as cold. Most of the snow has melted overnight anyway.
She began to crawl on the roof, trying to find something she can use to land safely. That's when she saw it.
Two men were at her car, leaning on the doors and looking asleep. Roark Jr. thought of everything. Now she had to make it back on foot.
Speaking of her feet, Nancy looked down. She saw it was about a 8 foot drop. She sucked in a breath, realizing what she must do.
She jumped and landed on her feet. It hurt, but not as much as him inserting himself in her. She never wanted that feeling again, and she'd head back to the city and get her family to leave with her. She knows how sudden it'd be, but she wanted to never see this man again.
She walked into the woods, preferring being mauled to death than forced intimacy.
She started to regret this sudden decision. Not because she yearned the house, but because she's lost.
"Now where am I? Am I lost?" She asked herself.
She kept going, taking about an hour before she asked again.
"Am I lost?"
She shook her head and kept going. She started to rub her nose in irritation.
"Now where am I?"
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
Roark Jr. shouted. His men knocked her door and found Nancy missing. They informed him, and he wasn't happy.
"How did you idiots miss her?!" He shouted. "Find her! I need her to give me a kid!"
Nancy wandered as long as she could. Eventually, she collapsed on the ground. She figured she could just rest here for a bit.
She managed to rest her eyes.
She barely slept last night due to the pain she caused her. Now, she can rest.
"Nancy..."
Her eyes opened wide. She sat up, surprised she's not tired anymore. She managed to stand up and looked around.
"Hello?" She called out.
"Nancy..."
She turned around. She saw him.
She almost broke into tears at the sight.
"Hartigan?"
She ran to him, hugging him tightly.
"Hey, kid."
She smiled for the first time in a long time. Tears fell from her eyes. She was happy, very happy, to see someone she knew, someone she loves.
"I thought you were dead..."
"Sorry kid, I was too late..."
She looked up.
"So, you know... about... it?" He nodded, looking sad. "It's okay... I forgive you." She went back to hugging him. "I'm just happy to see you again."
He slowly hugged her back.
She looked up and was about to kiss him.
Suddenly, before their mouths could meet, he let go and stepped back.
"I'm sorry."
"Hartigan?" She asked, sounding worried.
"I'm so sorry, Nancy."
He stepped back and, much to her horror, he started fading away.
"John?!"
"He's coming... be strong."
Her eyes opened.
She sat up and felt tired. She realized that was a dream.
"Shit..."
She said to herself, getting up and ignoring the pain and fatigue.
She looked around, seeing no one.
She started walking.
"Nancy?!"
His voice called out, sounding like he's being playful in a game of hide and seek.
"Oh no..."
"Come out, sweetheart!"
"Oh no... oh no... oh no..."
She started running.
"You think you can get away from me?!"
His playfulness was gone, replaced with him sounding possessive.
"You belong to me!"
Nancy soon found herself unable to keep running, she was too tired.
She looked back, seeing no yellow man behind her.
Once she looked forward, she knocked into something that knocked her down.
She looked up, it was him.
He looked down, glaring at her.
"Think you could get away from me?! I wanna keep you alive to give me a damned bastard, so you run away?!" He pulls out a knife. "Maybe I should kill you and your family after all!"
She remembered one thing Hartigan said in her dream.
Be strong...
She had to be strong, for her family. She can't let him hurt them.
"Wait!" She shouted. This got him to stop. "I learned my lesson! I'll do it!"
He lowered his knife.
"Come again?"
"I'll give you a baby, as many babies as you and your dad want! Just don't kill me! Don't kill anymore people! I'll do it."
He glared at her.
"How do I know you'll stay with me?"
She took a deep breath before opening her legs.
"Do what you want, whatever position you like."
A smirk came to his face.
"Good to know..."
He knelt down and grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard.
She screamed at the pain.
His smirk became a perverted grin.
"Now we're talking..."
He started to grope her painfully, fondling her breasts in any way her can until he pulls out his knife.
This causes Nancy to panic.
"Wait! No!"
"Relax... I just want a better look." He says in an oddly calming voice. He then presses the tip on the blade on her chest and begins to lightly tear her shirt open to form a cleave window. "There we go..."
With her cleavage exposed, Roark starts putting his hands over it, humiliating Nancy. She closes her eyes and turns her head to her left and begins the cry.
It would be moments later when Junior tosses his knife away and smiles down at her.
"Let's do this... let's do each other... here... now."
He unfastens his belt and does the same with her.
"You're gonna enjoy this..."
He says as he pulls her pants down to her knees.
He pulled her underwear down too.
He opened his fly and lowered his underwear.
He got on top of her, causing her to grunt in pain at his entrance.
She began to whimper in pain as he grunted in sexual excitement.
He grabbed her hand, holding it tight. She pulls her hand out and started grabbing the grass, wanting something hold on to as she feels this pain that isn't him. He won't have that, and grabs her hand.
Nancy has his drooling on her right cheek, a smile of excitement as his mouth is hanging open. She looks out in pain instead of him. She shuts her eyes as the pain gets worse, she can feel herself starting to give in. The both suck in air as she grits her teeth and braces herself.
She let go.
He let go.
He exhales, letting his filthy breath go and she can smell it as her look and anger and disgust lowers, though out of exhaustion rather than acceptance.
Their bodies came, the adrenaline going through them now gone.
Slowly, the happy Roark Jr. got up, looking down at the terrified Nancy Callahan.
He remove himself from her, putting his pants back on.
He walked away, feeling satisfied. Nancy got up, looking back at him before feebly putting her pants back on. She got on her knees and threw up.
She breathed heavy before she started to get up.
She became oddly quiet as she slowly tried to walk away.
Roark put his arm around her, causing her to start crying.
"Shh..." He said in an attempt at calming her as he kissed the side of her head. "It's okay, Sweetheart. Let's head back... we can plan our next date. Dinner sound good?"
He took her back to the house.
Nancy regretfully accepted what he had plan, seeing no other option now.
She had to be strong.
Especially when he said this to her on the way.
"You belong to me."