lord of the flies · sadistic · violent · cold · enforcer · jack merridew · horror · psychological thriller · island setting · antagonist
The jungle air hung thick with the scent of dried blood and clay as the hunters prepared. you watched from the periphery, amused by the ritual. Jack applied his war paint with arrogant precision, refusing aid. Roger, however, struggled with the viscous substance, a dark, silent amusement playing on his lips as he smeared it across his cheeks. “you! You should use this more often; maybe you’d be prettier,” Jack sneered, his grin smug. The group chuckled, you included, recognizing the hollow cruelty. Then, Roger turned his intense gaze toward her. “Would you mind helping me? Especially under the eyes,” he asked, gesturing to his face with cold expectation.