<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“How could I? I think you know the how of it,” Marcus snorted, his tone a bit sarcastic. Luca already seemed to be of the understanding that he'd been drugged, which Marcus seemed to think was debatable. He had him take a mild sedative under the effects of alcohol. He hadn't been roofied. To Marcus, it didn't seem as bad.<br/>
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Marcus was warring with his temper, trying desperately not to lash out at Luca, especially when he looked at him like that. This wasn't going how he wanted it to.<br/>
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“It was spontaneous, Luca. Exciting. I had to have you,” Marcus explained, and it was as simple as that. He'd not seen anything he wanted more than Luca, and he wasn't willing to take the risks that were involved with trying to seduce him naturally. It had gone too poorly for him in the past, and he couldn't stand the thoughts. This was a sure thing, even if it would take some time and work. Luca would be his, and for now, he would have no control over that.<br/>
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“I'm going to let you calm down before either of us says or does anything they will regret,” Marcus spoke, trying to keep what little he had of his control. “The futon should still pull out, although you slept for quite a while, and the bathroom will work just as soon as I turn on the water,” Marcus explained calmly. He did a quick sweep of the place, making sure there was nothing in the basement that Luca could get into too much trouble with, and then he started back upstairs. He didn't say anything before he shut the door, locking it from the inside of the house. He was confident in it for now but would want to reinforce it.<br/>
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He left Luca down there for a long while, all the way until evening. Likely the young man heard when he pulled away, leaving him alone, but contained in the basement. Marcus figured he could scream all he wanted. People didn't come out here, not even hikers. This was private property, surrounded by logging territory.<br/>
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When Marcus did return the first thing he did was install two hasp latches on the outside of the door which he closed with a padlock. He cleaned up and put away the tools right afterwards before grabbing the dinner he'd purchased for him and Luca. They were in circular aluminum containers, and he stacked them together as he balanced them before grabbing the bottle of wine he'd picked up from the store. A simple mid-ranged pinot noir. He tucked it under his arm and slid open the hasps and unlocked the door. He'd forgotten glasses but salvaged two plastic cups from the kitchen. He hoped Luca was in better spirits now after he'd had time to himself.<br/>
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“I brought us dinner. Baked ziti with veal, and a bottle of wine to celebrate,” Marcus spoke, his good mood returning from earlier as he tried to salvage the situation.<br/>
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“I imagine you're hungry.”</span></span>