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<br/>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The young man that Marcus spirited away against his will, wasn't sure where the sudden panic had stemmed from. It could have come from several red flags Luca picked up on during their conversation, and those were becoming too numerous to count. Assumptions like his ability to cook for Marcus, coincided with expectation and a demand to perform. That perceived pressure frightened Luca, and he was off the bed and out of the room in the blink of an eye.<br/>
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He was running for his life.<br/>
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Luca hadn't really wanted to deceive Marcus, at least not in the same way Marcus had deceived him. Originally, he wanted to get to know him better, just not this way. He'd trusted him and was drugged and brought to the cabin in return for that trust. It wasn't anything like he expected his new friendship to be, and not only was Luca wary of him, he was becoming afraid of him.<br/>
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And Luca had very good reason to be, that became even more evident when he made it down to the first level and managed to get a head start on him. Terrified, Luca's flight or fight response kicked in, almost overcome by panic as he jerked the door open and flew out of the cabin and into the darkness, the sound of broken glass heralding his departure.<br/>
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It would have helped if he knew where he was going, but it was now dark outside, and he was running off the trail, loud crashing booms of cracking branches and twigs echoing behind him. Marcus bellowed <i>'Where are you going to go?"</i><br/>
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He couldn't stop running even though he was somewhat disoriented and the frozen ground hard to keep a solid footing on. He almost slid off the porch and down the steps once, but quick reflexes allowed him to recover and use his physical prowess as a runner to his advantage.<br/>
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Except the terrain was steep, and covered with leaf litter that made the ground unstable. It was not a good running surface, which began to reveal itself as he ducked under a fallen river birch and landed on the other side of it in freezing water. Wheezy breaths couldn't silence his shock when he got soaking wet, and was blindsided by Marcus.<br/>
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Luca's arms flailed in the air to try and catch himself as Marcus launched himself at him, tackling the more lithely built male model hard enough to knock the remaining air from his lungs. He made a grunting sound that sounded pained, but it was soon drowned out by freezing water he was plunged down into and Marcus' hands around his throat.</span></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"N-no...g-god---don-"</b> Luca tried to scream, but the hands around his throat constricted tighter, and Luca's hands pulled at the hands, his body bucking under Marcus' weight.</span></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Gaaahhhgkkkk!"</b> Luca choked, gagging. No air, couldn't breathe. Black spots started filling his vision but he could still see the evil intent in Marcus' eyes.</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
The real Marcus.</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
He almost passed out, but mercifully Marcus let go of his throat, and as he rose, grasping the soaking wet Luca firmly in an attempt to drag him back to the cabin. Gravel bit into his flesh, twigs and leaves sticking wetly to his face and hair as he was dragged. He must have sensed something worse would happen to him if Marcus succeeded in getting him inside the cabin because his struggling to free himself increased exponentially, his slapping turned into wild punching and kicking while half on the ground.<br/>
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He was going to hurt for a while, cuts and bruises from the terrain, and the stairs he was banged up against when  Marcus hauled him up to the door.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca's fear echoed in his howls of pain as he burst into tears<b>. "Pleeaseeeee let me gooooooo!" </b>he sobbed.<br/>
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Instead, he was thrust into the cabin, Marcus' fingers squeezing into the flesh of his arm so hard, the marks would be delineated on his skin for some time.</span></span>