A/N: I do not own Lord of the Flies movie/book/characters/settings. Ruo is my original character.

Dang, this is a REALLY old document I found on my computer. R&R and enjoy!

"You stupid bitch!" he struck out at me, sharp end of the spear nearly gouging out my left eye. I was hurting pretty bad; cut up, lacerated, bruised, and scarred. Ever since I had agreed to observe the boys, I had become involved with them. But, uh, I had managed to keep some order… except that one kid, that one idiotic… spazz. Roger was the problem child. He always looked at me with this kind of demonic hate.

I dodged the blows and managed to throw in a few of my own. "Roger, STOP! What's your problem?!"

This happened next; he lunged forward, arms outstretched like he wanted a hug. His left arm caught me right beneath the ribcage, and I followed him to the ground. For a moment, we lay entangled, fighting for breath… or at least I was.

"I've had it with you! UGH!" with a burst of strength, I threw Roger off me and took the opportunity to struggle to my feet and run. Nope. Not a chance.

"I'll," he snarled, lashing out and grabbing at my pant leg, "have me way with you!"

Again, I was taken down, but it was more forceful and evil. His intentions were bad and if I didn't get out of there soon… there would be mini sadists running around everywhere. I would be his skewered bride. "No, no! Let go!" I felt his hands on my arms, fingers crawling over my skin. "Get off!" I shoved at him. I was sixteen, he was sixteen, I was a member of the FBI, and yet I was being beaten down by a savage boy…!

"No, you little fucker." Roger grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, nearly giving me whiplash.

I flailed around wildly, hitting him wherever I could.

"Look, just shut the fuck up and I won't hurt you." He was breathing on my neck now.

"R-Roger… oh god… please…don't do—"

"I'll do what I please." He growled, hands again creeping on me, up my sides, beneath my shirt. His lip crashed into mine, biting and furious.

IT hurts… I pushed at his arms, losing strength due to fear and the pain of his teeth. "Stop!" I spat, feeling warm blood trickle down my chin. I felt him rip my undershirt and tear off my sports bra. The only think between me and nudity was a thin fishnet shirt… for who, of course. And my pants… duh.

His deranged kisses moved from my bloody lips to my neck. The skin was being bitten raw and torn. I think I started crying then and shuddering because his actions got more… intimately… crazy. Roger stopped his blood sport and pinned me to the ground, and brought out a rope in which he bound my hands. "No more struggling on your part…" His long fingers gingerly teased the skin on my hips and he undid the first button on my jeans.

CENSORED (A/N: I was too... immature and inexperienced to write such graphic, lemony sex.)

I pulled my nightdress tighter around me; the night was cold and the boy beside me even colder. Roger blinked a few times and leaned forward, "Ruo…" he whispered.

"Uhh…" I found myself too tired and scared and sore and… violated to move, "what?"

A crooked grin. "That was fun."