I'm like every movie producers ever now. There's a part three to this, yes.

And okay, maybe the name does indicate the inappropriate content.

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The ululation echoed across the burning island as Ralph sprinted as fast as his feet could carry him. He tried as best as he could not to bump into the trees on his way and headed towards the beach. All he could hope was for a ship from faraway to see the smoke and get attracted to the smoke from the island that was burning down. The gap between him and his way out of the jungle closed in. He reached his hand out, as if his salvation was lying in front of his face. A tree's root that had grown above the ground made him trip and fall down, flopping his face into the hot sand, possibly fracturing his ankle. With the adrenaline still rushing through his veins, Ralph crawled his way out of the jungle.

There were no ships, and no hope.

Soon, Ralph was surrounded by Jack and his hunters, each carrying a spear. He glimpsed a stick sharpened at both ends, and Samneric's words reverberated in his head. Roger. He stared as the redheaded leader loomed over him. The hunters' masks of red and white danced around above his head. Maybe if he closed his eyes, his death would go by much faster than he imagined. His body completely gave in to the exhaustion and fell limp as he forced his eyes shut, waiting for the spears to descend.

They never did.

Ralph was too tired to even care now. He lied there, appearing dead, but when something like a finger was put in front of his nose to check, he was confirmed to still be alive. He heard someone, Jack, ordering the former choirboys, Harold, Maurice, Robert, and Roger, to tie him up and carry him back to Castle Rock and the rest, including the littluns to get water and stop the fire. The orders sounded distant in Ralph's ears as he slowly slipped out of his consciousness. He could vaguely hear their conversation, apparently about what to do to him after they had had him at Castle Rock.

"He shall become my slave, no objection, but will be locked up in that small cave we found earlier," the Chief said, "I will assign someone to bring food and water to him and guard him, too."

"But what will he do as your slave?" Someone, sounding like Robert or Maurice, asked.

"Things."

"What kinds of things?" The person asked again.

"Things you don't need to know about." Their leader sounded like he was about to snap.

The other boys shut up. Even though the Chief was currently satisfied with his victory, they knew better than to keep bothering him by bringing up the subject. They silently carried the limp blonde back to Castle Rock with Roger looking oddly solemn.

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It was obvious that a gentle treatment was not available for Ralph, as he was woken up by two slaps on his face and a coconut full of cold water splashed on him. It was pitch black outside, but Ralph knew well who was waking him up. Who could it have been other than Jack Merridew himself?

Ralph sat up, his hands still bound behind his back, and leaned on the cave's wall for support. He glimpsed someone else standing behind Jack, but hidden, only a part of the dark hair was visible. Jack crouched and got inside of the cave. He pulled at the vine used to tie Ralph's arms to unbound him then tossed a half-raw chunk of meat at Ralph, signaling for him to eat. Ralph meant to decline the meat, but his hunger betrayed him, giving him zero resistance, so he grabbed the meat and gnawed at the cooked part.

"Roger, guard the cave." Jack turned around and ordered, then faced Ralph again.

"What do you want?" The blond boy said, his voice was raspy from dehydration. Drops of water were still trickling down his face and neck. His golden hair stuck to his forehead with liquid.

"Let's just say that you have officially become my slave." Jack smirked at the expression Ralph's face had contorted into.

"It's non-consensual." He argued, eyeing the black-haired guard outside, who was glancing back at him. He decided that it was not the best if Roger, by any chance, was eavesdropping their conversation, which actually was not his fault, since the whole argument just happened to be within his earshot.

"Who needs your consent anyway? You're nothing now," Jack only stared at Ralph, not at all minding the fact that Roger might be hearing what they were going to talk about, which was something quite inappropriate. "You're nothing." He said it again as a reaffirmation, then added, "but my slave."

Ralph bit his lip and tried to hold in his anger. He put down the piece of meat of which the cooked part had already been eaten. He wanted so bad to punch the one in front of him repeatedly in the face, then bash his head to the wall until he was nothing but a mess of brain and blood, like Piggy. Ralph flinched at the remembrance of his good, wise friend, then shuddered at the thought of the one who had murdered him, Roger. Roger, the one he once held so tenderly in his arms, the one he was so afraid that he would drop, the one he sang a lullaby to, the fragile one, killed his best friend on th–

A slap from Jack pulled him out of those thoughts.

"Why weren't you paying attention, Ralph?" He asked, on his face was a dark scowl. Ralph said nothing and kept his gaze fixated on the ground. "I said as my slave, you would have to obey every of my commands. You will sit where I tell you, eat and drink when I tell you, sleep when I tell you, and have sex with me when I tell you."

Ralph's face, against his will, went four different shades of red.

"H-have sex?"

"Yes. Haven't you heard of that? How old are you anyway?" Jack seemed disappointed, and not minding at all that a younger boy was within earshot.

"I have heard, but–" Ralph bit his lip again "–isn't it between a man and a woman?"

"You're the closest to a girl here."

"But it still doesn't–"

"It will work, because I say so." Jack interfered Ralph's sentence to announce his verdict. "You can't say no."

"But it's non-consensual!"

"Again, who cares what you think anyway?" The redhead spat coldly, then, after having rebounded Ralph's arms, he exited the cave without any other words. But he turned around again. "Roger will watch you at night and bring you food and water. In the morning, you will be watched by each of my hunters respectively. Try and escape, and I'll show you." With that, he was gone.

Ralph waited for a long time before he could relax again. He saw Roger slowly turning around, facing him, his face completely free of the paint. The dark gray eyes were sparkling with water. The boy crawled into the cave, sitting where Jack had sat, and handed Ralph a coconut shell filled to the brink with water. Ralph took it and drank without hesitation.

"I'm sorry." Roger mumbled. He looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The continuous apologies flowed out of his mouth.

"For what?" Ralph had, for a moment, forgotten about Piggy's gruesome death and just desperately wanted to hug the small boy in front of him.

Who had taught him to look so miserable and heartbroken anyway?

"About Piggy, and joining Jack, and S– and him."

The memories flooded into Ralph at the mention, and he suddenly realized why he felt so bad about himself for having thought of Roger as miserable. The mood lowered as the two silenced and Roger kept mouthing his apology to everyone and everything he could think of.

"Apologies won't work now." Ralph muttered incoherently. "You murdered a person."

Roger silenced.

"What is sex?" He suddenly changed the subject, his voice small and timid.

"What?"

"You were blushing when Jack talked about it."

"Roger–"

"Does it hurt?"

Now Ralph was silent.

"I heard people saying it hurts in the first time." Ralph spoke, hoping the other would not go back to asking what sex was anymore.

"If it hurts, you can venture the pain on me after that. I won't mind."

"Roger–"

"You can beat me up if you want to, or stab me, or kill me. Really, I won't mind, as long as your pain is relieved."

It only took that much for the image of a fragile-feather-light boy to play repeatedly in Ralph's mind. It made his heart ache. He was not supposed to feel that way about the boy who had murdered his friends, yet, he did.

"Why?"

"To repent my sins." The black-haired boy said simply, as if being beaten up was not something that had been haunting him. "And because you made Papa go away." He lifted his head up, facing the blond boy. "Yet.. yet I've murdered your friends. Such a bad boy, aren't I?" A heartbreaking smile plastered across his face. "But every time I close my eyes now, I see you standing over and protecting me." A drop of liquid rolled down his face. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Something had just struck Ralph in the heart.

"That's why I feel like I have to do anything, to pay it back to you. So.. so if it hurts, just beat me, okay?"

"Roger–"

"It's okay, I can take it no matter how hard you beat me. I grew up being beaten up, remember?"

The feeling hit Ralph in the heart again, seeing that little boy smile.

Why?