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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>He hadn't really thought about the consequences when the sudden urge struck him, and he bolted. Hindsight being 20/20, Luca would have chosen to bide his time and wait for the best time to try for an escape. This was not what he'd bargained for, and Luca wasn't exactly sure if being lost in the wilderness was worse than being imprisoned in the cabin like this. Or if the grip he still felt squeezing his throat would succeed in draining the life from his eyes next time.</b></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>As the pinpoints of warm water poured down upon his shivering body, it was hard to tell whether Luca wilted under the spray because it was forcing the coldness from his bones, or Marcus' words were having their desired effect. He said he was sorry, but his sentiment wasn't received at all. </b></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"You...choked me." Luca brought the memory to his attention in case he forgot. </b></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">"Your eyes were ..</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">como um louco.</span></i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"> Crazy. You want to kill me. You make me scare</span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">.</span></span></b><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">" his voice deepened, thick with emotion. It was as though Marcus was flipping the table over on him, and the brunt of the blame for the </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 18px">night's</span></span><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> events were completely Luca's fault. The tension grew even more thick as Marcus' hand washed away the traces of dirt and spots of blood on his skin, and he inwardly shrunk away from Marcus' hand.<br/>
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</div></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca hadn't felt anything other than his own hand for ages and having a stranger touching his manhood or around it had an immediate response that he couldn't control, even if it was as clinical for Marcus as it appeared. He was brusque when he touched him, uncaring of whether it was gentle or not.<br/>
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He was more worried that his semi was going to be noticed and when Marcus urged him back, he was moving away which resulted in a tug of his hair. His head was forced back anyway, because Marcus had a fist full of it in his grasp. It was dirty from the stream, bits of leaves stuck in the curls was washed free with the shampoo. It hurt like hell, but Luca bit his lip to keep from crying out. If Marcus hadn't listened before, Luca said it again. It was easier to say when he was facing away from him, but when Marcus urged his body to turn  and have a face to face conversation it was even worse.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"I scared to disappoint you. You scare me, so I run. I make mistake. Error. You are mad with me, and-"</b> he paused, squirming and uncomfortable talking about the things he heard, saw and experienced.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"You hurt me. You-you make me choke.</b>" he stammered, unsure of what Marcus wanted him to say. Especially because of what Marcus had just voiced. "I confuse, I not want trouble for me. I not understand."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">It was Marcus' wish for him to be so much more than this that was confusing.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He was hugging Marcus in a loose embrace, settling his hands upon his hips and then his wrists. For a moment, Luca's gaze flickered up, hearing the words untie you now. Soon the knot was loosened and his hands once again were able to move. Luca brought his hands in front of him, gently rubbing the numbness in his wrists away.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He didn't try to move or run, as Marcus suggested/asked him to tell him again how sorry he was.<br/>
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Luca's throat felt dry, and he gulped finding that it hurt a little bit when he swallowed.<br/>
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<b>"Marcus, I sorry for run outside. I should not run away because you hurt and angry for me if I get cold and wet. Please to forgive me?</b>" he replied, his words barely a whisper.</span></span>