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</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca might have put his all into escaping Marcus, but at the expense of his well-being. Even if he had made headway in creating distance between himself and Marcus, he didn't predict falling into a nearby stream full of freezing water. It was ice cold, and he would have certainly been struggling an uphill battle to maintain his core temperature out in the forest if Marcus had not dragged him back to the cabin.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Sadly, he didn't even know if the highway were close, or any neighbors. It had been a poor decision, an impulsive one indeed.<br/>
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Marcus was right, but Luca couldn't except the outcome as he tried to shuffled away from him, but was pulled along with Marcus, ascending the second set of stairs with his legs feeling shaky. His teeth started to chatter, and his legs had some minor scratches and cuts on them, nothing serious. The struggle had worn him out though, he could barely move when asked to do so by Marcus. Expending most of his energy on resisting Marcus had taken its toll.<br/>
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He knew he'd pissed Marcus off too, especially by the demeaning and patronizing way Marcus spoke to him. <b>"I very...sorry." </b>he offered in a soft,  defeated tone as a way to make peace.<br/>
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Luca didn't understand, couldn't understand why he had done this to him. Why he was doing this awful thing? His hands were far from gentle, lacking tenderness and care as he forced the wet T-shirt off his torso. Again, Luca seemed resistant.<br/>
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<b>"Please, Marcus. I very sorry." </b>he said again, jerked around as Marcus grabbed one wrist and then the other to secure them tightly with the silk tie he wore earlier.<br/>
The knot pinched, and he whimpered.<br/>
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<b>"Ow."</b> his head lowered, feeling vulnerable now with his chest exposed and unable to fend off Marcus if he felt the need to choke him again. Luca didn't have the luxury of saying no, because it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Although he didn't want to have his pants off, they were coming off and so was his underwear. The tension was thick in the bathr0om as he was stripped of his clothing.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He involuntarily tried to close his legs when Marcus was pulling his clothing free, just to avoid being completely exposed. As a model, he was expected to wear hardly anything most of the time, and it never bothered Luca as much as it did now. His blue eyes welled up with tears until they began to trickle down his cheeks.<br/>
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Somehow he knew that he wasn't taking the shower alone. Not that he thought he'd have another shot at escaping tonight. There just wasn't enough energy left, and when he was shoved in the direction of the tub he lifted a shaky leg to step into it, averting his eyes away so he didn't have to see Marcus taking off his clothes too. His hands tied , he leaned into the shower wall, slightly shivering. He made a mistake about Marcus, and several more when he bolted from the cabin.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">For now, it was better for him to say nothing, so Luca kept his mouth shut.</span></span>