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Luca was melting, body burning from the soft caress of Marcus' hands touching him. The heat of his lips finally broke contact with Luca's, and then he started speaking aloud to him. When he heard the words Marcus said, his arousal began to ebb and the feel good vibes began eroding. The word<i> downstairs </i>caused panic to flood into his mind because somehow he knew Marcus was referring to the basement, the dank, stagnant basement that he had designated to be his prison.<br/>
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Luca wanted to scream, to yell, to kick and carry on but he managed to utter,<b> "I read  and write very little English. It hard for me,"</b> and his voice sounded shaky, and somewhat vacuous. <b>"I hear you say you go and it worry me."</b><br/>
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He was afraid, especially because Marcus said that he was leaving him there alone, and that he was going to drive back because he had to work. Luca suddenly realized that wherever this cabin was,it took a long time to travel to and away from, and that no one would be able to find him. He was conflicted because he didn't want to be left alone in a dimly lit, damp smelling basement for an undeterminable amount of time and at the same time wanted his captor to stay put. <br/>
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The news of his leaving hit Luca like a hard punch to the gut, making his arousal grow frigid like the polar North to quickly vanish on a harsh cold wind.  His kisses and gentle touches became an afterthought as Marcus ceased doling them out in order to follow through on his plan. The two men separated long enough for Marcus to wrap Luca up in the blanket from his bed, and escort him from his bedroom to the basement totally nude. On their way downstairs, Luca revealed his distress.<br/>
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He legs felt as though they were made of lead as he walked, a thick heaviness preventing his voice from speaking. Luca's eyes flooded with tears the spilled down his face. His reaction to being shoved into the basement with no clothes on was going to be bad, bad, bad. A soft sob escaped his throat, and Marcus became one of the privileged few to taste the tears that trailed down his cheeks.<br/>
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The male model didn't want food, he didn't want the cold basement. It was freezing downstairs, he had no clothing on and Marcus made it sound like he was staying there like it was some kind of vacation for Luca.  A social butterfly, Luca was being forced way out of his comfort zone, as the shivering young man was forced to stay within his four walled chamber. There was nothing that Marcus could say or do to make it better for him at that point.<br/>
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He needed him, his single source of stability. Without Marcus, Luca would be unable to have his feelers to the ground or expect any changes to the routine.<br/>
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Miss him? yes probably.<br/>
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The door to his prison was locked, and Luca's tears didn't just fall, he became hysterical. He screamed bloody murder for almost two hours straight, until his throat began to hurt and he became hoarse. The casement windows in the basement were too small for him to squeeze out of even though he desperately tried to escape from each one of them during the time he was trapped there.<br/>
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Alternating between sleeping, crying and losing his mind he didn't eat anything while Marcus was gone. With all the anxious nervousness Luca was feeling, anything he ate just came right back up again. The first night had arrived and during the hours of darkness, he cried so hysterically that he vomited on the floor where he lay huddled and rocking himself back and forth in an effort to not become unhinged.<br/>
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Another day had vanished again and night had come. The hours that Luca was trapped in the basement began to blur, lost in the silence that surrounded him.</span>