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Brilliant gold and orange hues bled like fire over the East River and Lower Manhattan as the first sliver of the sun peeked over the New York City skyline in a radiant, white form. Gradually it rose, a distinct orange circle in a vibrant backdrop of skyscrapers. The Hudson and Harlem Rivers looked like liquid gold and silver, leaving the mighty Big Apple dull in comparison. As the sun fully revealed itself it seemed to expand, losing its focus and spreading in contrast to Catarina Mireles' contracting pupils. An easy breeze picked up and lifted to Catarina's vantage point, caressing her face and softly blowing loose strands of brunette hair. Her dream of a happy reunion with her oldest son was far away from her now, lost in the shadow of uncertainty.<br/>
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Catarina's reasons for coming to New York City were to find her missing boy, Luciano, alive. It was why Elite Modeling Agency and the New York City Police Department had put her and her youngest son, Juliano, in a hotel room during the search to find Luca. Catarina held rosary beads as she prayed at the window, her tender visage gazing into the daylight during her whispered communion with God. Today would find Catarina tacking missing posters up on the information boards adjacent to the jogging paths Luca made a daily habit of running past in Central Park. She hoped  someone saw something out of the ordinary the day he went missing, or had information pertaining to Luca's disappearance that the police might find useful.<br/>
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She was preparing a press conference to plead for the safety of her son, and ask the public to come forward with any information on Luca's whereabouts. Catarina feared for his life, but she held on to a strong faith. God would provide her the strength and comfort she needed. God was more than able to do that, and find Luca alive. Miles away from the city, the air felt fresh and new. A gentle breeze caressed the mountainous terrain. Luca could see the ribbons of golden sunlight gradually spilled into the bedroom as they spread fingers of light over the forest. The pine trees were still a black silhouette against the brilliant gold sky. Dew drops adorned the forest like twinkling fairy lights that seemed to glow with their own golden radiance.<br/>
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Luca longed to bask in a stream of warm light, to finally steal back the much needed sleep he missed out on hours ago. The night came whispering sweet nothings, luring heat from muscles that had strained against the ligatures around his ankles and wrists until they cramped up. Pain and a chilly draft had caressed Luca's skin until it stole the pink blush of arousal away and replaced it with goose flesh that caused his naked body to tingle until it became numb. Exhausted and aching, Luca heard movement as dawn flashed its colors over the horizon and spilled into the room completely. Marcus had awakened, and left the bed to check on him. Luca didn't or couldn't answer him.<br/>
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He just nodded his head wordlessly as his teeth chattered, lips mottled with pale blue from his exposure to a cold draft on the floor during the night. Luca couldn't feel Marcus touching his arm, it was cold and numb. Uncomfortable didn't really describe what Luca was feeling, in all truthfulness. When Marcus untied his legs from the ligature that locked them in place to his wrists, each wave of pain made him go deeper into his own mind, fooling his brain into thinking it was pure pleasure, except his nerve endings were not fooled at all. He whimpered loudly as his knotted muscles protested being straightened out and forced to walk upright. Luca couldn't feel his legs at first, wobbling more than walking.<br/>
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If Marcus noticed the struggle Luca was having as he moved his limbs, he'd probably wind up having to drag his quarry towards the bed more than guide him to it. Luca's wrists were still tied securely behind his back, but at least the pressure was off his lower extremities as he was tucked into the warm bed. Marcus would soon figure out once he spooned against Luca's body that felt as cold as ice. Luca shuddered, his body trembling violently as his teeth chattered in response to Marcus' comments. It was no lie that Marcus had warm hands. They massaged and rubbed the feeling back into his frozen limbs and increased his body heat.<br/>
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Luca knew Marcus' words were lies, all lies.<br/>
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<i>"I told you I would not hurt you."</i><br/>
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He had.<br/>
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<i>"Clean slate. I won't hold anything against you."</i><br/>
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But he would.<br/>
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There was no doubt that his body wasnt' the only thing heated up when he was turned over to face Marcus, chest to chest.<br/>
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<i>"Do you want me to finish untying you Luca?"</i><br/>
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Luca didn't answer, but his dissent didn't matter. The flame of anger in the recesses of Luca's brown eyes was Marcus' answer, as he refused to comply with Marcus'  secret desire to hear him begging to be untied. At least verbally.<br/>
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<i>If only his mind and his body were both on the same page.</i><br/>
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Once again, Luca's body betrayed him as Marcus kissed along the curve of his neck and his hands touched lower on his body, stimulating and eliciting his arousal.</span>