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</div></div><br/><br/><br/>An hour passed and Luca's crying spell in the shower had gradually diminished until there was a few hiccuped sobs then complete silence. The clock had started ticking down the time making up the next hour. The Brazilian model left the warm shower behind, as he dried the water from his body and his wet hair off with one of the towels from the rack. It wasn't much, but Luca rummaged through the meager clothing Marcus had purchased for him.<br/><br/>It was fairly obvious to Luca that Marcus had no sense of style. The clothing consisted mostly of sweatpants, t-shirts, underwear and socks. All of the shirts and sweatpants lacked buttons or zippers. It appeared that every single item of clothing he had to choose from, had been optimized for Marcus' easy access. and now Luca knew why Marcus had chosen these clothes. Now that Luca had been raped twice by Marcus he knew why he'd chosen these clothes. The avoidance of any restrictions made the meaning of<i>easy access</i>much clearer in his mind.<br/><br/>Feeling exhausted and sore after a long night with Marcus, Luca curled up on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around himself to keep warm until he returned from the shopping excursion as promised. By the time the second hour had passed, he'd given up all hope of Marcus coming back to the cabin. Succumbing to the tiredness of his body and mind, Luca finally drifted off to sleep. Luca had longed for a period of undisturbed sleep, but his slumber had been interspersed with bad dreams.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Luca was choking. <br/>
No, drowning.<br/>
As Luca struggled for air, his hands reached towards the sky, towards the air he needed to breathe in.<br/>
Water was filling his lungs instead of air.<br/>
He saw Marcus through the rippled surface of the water, and his body went still.<br/>
Luca's vision faded to nothingness.</span></i><br/><br/>Luca screamed, waking up with a jerk of his muscles.  His skin glistened with a cold sweat from the nightmare, but he heard the heavy fall of footsteps that caused the floorboards to creak from the weight of someone in the cabin. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he stretched and wiped his sweaty face with the back of his hand. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed, but he'd slept for almost four hours while Marcus was at the store shopping for supplies that would make Luca's captivity more tolerable.  As his awareness to his surroundings grew stronger when the sleepiness lifted, Luca noticed the sunlight seemed less intense through the boarded windows in the cellar.<br/><i><br/>
It must be the afternoon, or almost evening, he thought.</i><br/><br/>He rose from the sofa, stepping up on some old junk on the floor that he'd stacked up days ago when trying to find a way out of his prison. He couldn't see much through the wood covering the window, but he heard the slam of a car door. Marcus was home. Luca felt his stomach sink as he jumped off the stacked items and a key rattled in the lock to the basement door, followed by the tired sound of his voice. This time Marcus didn't come downstairs to escort him to the first floor, so Luca curiously peered up from the bottom of the cellar stairs to see a wide open door.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><i>“I'm sorry Luca, I was trying to make sure you had all that you needed."</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
An uncomfortable wave of anxiety crept from Luca's stomach up his throat,  as Luca felt the increased pressure of having to perform a task for Marcus that he wasn't very experienced or skilled with. He hesitatingly ascended the staircase leading to the first floor, and appeared in the kitchen just as Marcus added another pair of grocery bags to the already crowded kitchen. Luca softly bit his lower lip, fighting the strong urge to run out the door as it opened back up. But that meant he'd have to crash into Marcus and the door that had been secured.  Luca couldn't outrun him.<br/>
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<i>"Obigado, </i><b>Marcus. I happy you come back. I sure you try very hard."</b> he said.<br/>
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</div></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><i>"I didn't bring anything home for dinner because I figure you might cook instead. I got you another recipe book that caters specifically to your dietary needs. I think I may understand it a little better now. There's a bottle of bleach in one of the bags, I set it on the stove. I hope you're not upset with me for being gone longer than I expected. It should be quicker each time with knowing the sort of things that you like and eat regularly.”</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
Nervously, Luca searched through the shopping bags to find the bleach that he mentioned, stopping when he realized that Marcus had set it on the stove. He placed the drain stopper in the sink as he filled it with water  then poured some bleach into the heated water in order to mix the two together. Grabbing a wet sponge, Luca squeezed out the excess water, and started wiping down the inside of the nearly empty fridge. It was mostly dirty from age, and from being unused for a long time. But with a little of Luca's elbow grease its weathered surface began to glisten.<br/>
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<b>"Yes. I try to cook. No promise from me for it to be good meal. " </b>he said, not wanting Marcus to get his hopes up that he was going to become a gourmet chef in the kitchen.</span><br/><i><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><br/>
"I can show you what else I got as we put the groceries away. We may need to wipe out some cabinets and the fridge itself. "</span></i></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"><br/>
<b>"You buy a lot of things at store. Thank you, Marcus. I clean the</b><i> geladeira.</i><b> All done. Now I clean the outside of it, and the shelfs."</b> he forced himself to smile, turning his face away from view.<br/>
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At least the cleaning helped take his mind off the situation, as he knelt down in front of the refrigerator, and cleaned the outside surfaces now. Working on the cleaning of the kitchen was also a good way of avoiding direct eye contact with Marcus, since he didn't want his appearance to betray his real feelings right now. <br/>
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Luca glanced over his shoulder at Marcus, who seemed to be looking for something else amidst all the shopping bags but Luca had left the bleach bottle next to where he was standing at the sink, since he had to empty the dirty water from the fridge and replace it with fresh water in the sink.<br/>
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<b>"I put bleach there next to sink. I need to change water for me to clean the shelfs."</b> he murmured, pointing at the bleach bottle with his finger.<br/>
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But then Marcus noticed the art supplies scattered among his other purchases, and brought that to his attention. "<b>Ohhh you buy so much for me, Marcus. You not have to buy canvas. It so expensive!" </b>he replied, with a worried tone.<br/>
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Paper would have been just fine with him, but he didn't want to be critical of Marcus' spending habits. Luca figured that next time, if there was a next time, that he would be much more specific so Marcus wouldn't have to spend so much money on his supplies.  <br/>
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Still, the fact that Marcus went to all this trouble didn't go completely unnoticed, nor was Luca ungrateful for the canvases and other supplies he purchased at the store. It was necessary he knew, to show just how grateful he was for everything, whether he knew it was expected from him or not.<br/>
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Marcus was approached, and a light kiss placed on his cheek. "<i>Obigado, </i><b>Marcus. For buying these things for me. Thank you."</b></span><br/><br/>A simple kiss is what Luca offered him, but as far as Marcus was concerned, he'd probably take much more than just a kiss on the cheek this evening. Not after having tasted of Luca's ripe, virile body not just once, but twice already.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"><br/>
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