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The only thing that Luca knew was that Marcus told him that the magic pill he gave him in the car would help to avoid the terrible aftereffects that would produce a terrible hangover. It wasn't as though he truly believed that Marcus had drugged him, because there was no way he could prove that he did. Luca just felt loopy still, and would be until the medication's effects wore off.<br/>
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Luca wasn't aware of Marcus' undying devotion for him. Nor was he prepared to his declaration. or his need to kidnap him because he had to have him. Luca was only trying to explain that he would have appreciated that Marcus shown his desire the standard way like normal people did. Instead, Luca was taken aback by how delusional Marcus sounded. Marcus missed his chance of earning the privilege of a closer relationship with Luca by going the normal route, stealing any autonomy Luca may have had in making that decision for himself.<br/>
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To the dreary basement he was half dragged, and although it still had the basic creature comforts like a futon sofa, a bathroom and a pool table, the fact was that it wasn't his room in the model apartment and Marcus wasn't his boyfriend.<br/>
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<b>"Please no do this! No, no!"</b> cried Luca.<br/>
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Calm down wasn't the half of it. Luca had just gotten started. When Marcus guided him downstairs, he was trying like hell to get past him to get to the door before Marcus could close it, but the medication made his movements too sluggish and too slow to reach the door in time before it slammed shut.<br/>
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<b>"Let me ooutttt! Pleaseeee Marcus!"</b> he yelled and pounded on the door.<br/>
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When banging on the door didn't work, he jiggled the handle back and forth to see if there was any give to it. The door was secure, there was no escaping the basement through the door, and he kicked the door hard a few times out of frustration.<br/>
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<i>"Ó Deus por isso. Por favor me ajude!"</i> he sobbed.<br/>
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Unable to use the door to exit, Luca turned away from it, to search for other ways to escape. Any windows were too small for him to squeeze through, even with his slender model physique. Luca didn't know what to do, or what Marcus would potentially do to him. Realizing he was in danger, a frightened Luca tried to stay focused and not completely come unhinged while being cooped up in the basement. Luca started praying, and pacing back and forth in the space he found himself trapped in.<br/>
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He was still pacing and praying hours later, when Marcus returned with dinner for them both.<br/>
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He wasn't in better spirits, not by a long shot. The Brasilero figured out the only way to escape this trap was to pretend that everything was alright, with the plan to escape when and if he got the chance to. The only way to do it was by going along with the program, and playing nice with Marcus. It seemed like the perfect strategy, and it was the course Luca took. <i>Besides who could resist a good meal and wine? </i> He didn't know what ziti was or veal, since he'd never eaten them.<br/>
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Luca just forced himself to smile, as he paused mid-pace. <b>"Thank you for coming back, I hungry, yes."</b></span></span>