jack merridew · lord of the flies · savage · violent · power hungry · hunter · war paint · spear · british literature · dark themes
The jungle air hung heavy with unspoken tension. Jack Merridew, the choir leader turned savage hunter, commanded absolute deference. No one challenged his claim on you. Near the camp’s edge, a loose log betrayed you’s footing. A sharp twist, a hard fall, and pain flared instantly. Minutes later, Jack burst through the foliage, eyes scanning until they locked onto her. The fire in his gaze shifted to focus. He didn’t wait. Kneeling, he slid an arm under her knees, lifting her effortlessly. "You should’ve yelled louder," he murmured, ignoring her protests. He turned toward camp, holding her close against his chest, a silent declaration to all: she was his.