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</div></div><div style="text-align: left">Marcus didn't appear to take his gentle no for an answer even as emotionally distraught as Luca had become. Instead, the older man came across as stable, reasonable and far from exceedingly histrionic. Unlike Luca, who was feeling a bit under the weather from the benzodiazepines Marcus pawned off as an "American hangover cure."<br/>​</div>It was the chilly sounding edge to Marcus' voice that caused Luca to stare at him in shock, rather than try to make himself feel better by trying to throw up. A sudden rush of panic made his heart pound in his chest, as Marcus readily confessed to kidnapping him.<br/>
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"You take me on purpose, Marcus, How could you?"</b> Luca blurted out, not even bothering to ask the reason why.<br/>
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He was going to be informed of the reason regardless whether he did ask or not. Again Marcus insinuated that there was a relationship that existed only in his mind, not Luca's. There was so much potential before Marcus went to such an extreme, but that opportunity had long since passed.<br/>
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Luca was not happy at all. Otherwise he would have been all smiles and excited to be in Marcus' presence. <b>"You not let me have chance to choose for myself. You just do-"</b><br/>
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He started to say, but was drowned out by Marcus, whose icy tone took on a more threatening aspect and it shut Luca up. He didn't know who this person was, but he wasn't the same person he met in the park, and went on a lunch date and went dancing with. Along with the panic of suddenly not recognizing who the man that had placed his hands on him, was a sinking feeling in his stomach that was much worse than the nausea he had from being drugged.<br/>
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<b>"No. I no want to-" </b>Luca cried out, catching the body language a lot quicker than Marcus' words.<br/>
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But he was uncoordinated as he was snatched up and forced to walk to a door with stairs leading down into the unknown.<br/>
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The basement wasn't overly dark, but not overly light either. <b>"Please, Marcus!"</b><br/>
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He wanted to go home, this sudden struggle with Marcus coming out of nowhere. Luca was tired, but he put up a good fight, no lightweight but still no match for someone that was physically strong. His trust was shattered in that moment, refusing to look at Marcus as he said he was a good man. Luca's expression was easily read--he didn't trust him.</span></span>