So, I wrote some more drabbles on a whim tonight, all of them interconnected and meant to be read in order. Sorry, I haven't done the suggested ones yet, but thanks for the reviews and suggestions. I will get around to them. =)
WARNING:
This chapter contains implied rape, though it is not anything too explicit.
Disclaimer:I do not own The Lorax or its characters.
1. Ensnared
The Once-ler felt the roughness of the brick wall behind him, hands pinning his bare wrists against the harsh surface. Long green gloves lay where they had been thrown on the ground.
Fingers slid like sweat along his collar, making him shiver.
The buttons on his shirt were teased open, his tie flung carelessly over his shoulder by his assailant.
He couldn't breath, though it had nothing to do with the smog. Hands ran along his chest, causing a shudder of disgust to course through his frame.
But nothing as of yet had been bad compared to what followed.
2. Shattered
His tall frame buckled against the wall, sinking down like a broken doll.
His green suit was wrinkled, dirt and other things he didn't want to think about tainting the fabric.
He felt numb, horrified, uncomprehending. His eyes saw his surroundings but took in none of it. His assailants were gone, but the lingering memory haunted his mind, an afterimage burned into his memory.
He started to hyperventilate, bile rising in his throat. The Once-ler curled into himself, beginning to shake. Blackness fringed the edges of his vision, which was blurring.
Relief came in the form of sheer darkness.
3. Oblivious
The Once-ler awoke in his bed, soft sheets and warm blankets over him, with no idea how he had gotten home.
His suit lay pristine over a plush chair in the corner, his gloves on his bedside table.
For a moment he dared hope that the horrifying memories were nothing but a nightmare. The pain proved him wrong, reaffirming that the night's events were all too real.
But his family was unaware, oblivious to his suffering save that he refused to work that day. He never told them what happened.
Later, upon examining his suit, he found orange fur.
4. Nightmare
Terror made The Once-ler's heart race as he tossed and turned in his bed, sheets tangling around him. Horrible memories clawed at his mind, playing on repeat in his nightmares.
Green eyes watched him, pained. They took in his black hair, sticking up at odd angles and clinging to his forehead due to sweat, took in the violent tremors that wracked his frame.
Sighing, The Lorax reached out fuzzy orange fingers and ran them gently through The Once-ler's black hair.
The man relaxed somewhat under his touch, breathing less ragged.
The Lorax knew he couldn't fix this though.
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