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<div style="text-align: left">Luciano Mireles chose to come to America with a personal goal of achieving fame and fortune within the world of modeling. Little did he know that he'd inadvertently reached his objective by making the 6 o'clock evening news.  Sarah Wallace, an award-winning veteran journalist and investigative reporter at WNBC-TV, was asking Luca's friends and people he worked with probing questions once word of the missing fashion model hit the airwaves.​</div></span><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
The New York City Police Department was finally contacted after Luca's agent tried to reach him on his cell phone for a few days and failed. The Brazilian male model missed his photo shoot with Tom Ford, which gave Donovan Andrade's anger a rise as well as force his warning alarm to be set off because he knew that the behavior was atypical for Luca. He wouldn't just blow off a hard to get modeling go-see like that.<br/>
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His agent and room mates began to fear the worst when the usually responsible young man didn't return home after a few days, so a missing person's report had been filed. Luca wasn't answering his cell phone, and by now he would have called to let someone know where he was. The first night without Luca morphed into several nights with no communication from him, and everyone feared the worst. His mother, Catarina Balciero Mireles, and little brother Juliano were notified by the authorities on the fifth day that he was missing.<br/>
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Luca's distraught family flew from Sao Paulo on an international flight to New York in order to help the authorities search for the young man. Without a radio or television to notify him that everyone was searching for him, Luca remained ignorant to the news that authorities, family members and friends were investigating his whereabouts.  Luca's Moto X 4 cell phone was missing as well, a frightened Luca unavailable to answer the worried calls from his mother, or the police who were now monitoring his phone calls.</span></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">At this point in time, Luca knew couldn't escape the cabin without Marcus becoming enraged, suspecting that if he tried to escape again that it might push him over the edge to murdering him. The only hope that he might leave the cabin alive would be through finding his cell phone. If Luca had an opportunity to find its location, he would find a way to make an emergency call.<br/>
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If Marcus gave him a chance to do it. Marcus' heart wasn't the only one hammering a million beats a second. Luca was quite sure that Marcus could feel his chest pounding hard as his heart hammered within it.<br/>
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The fluttering beats magnified by the water and soap being rubbed into his flesh by Marcus' hand. Luca leaned partially against the wet shower tiles, still trying to catch his breath. He could still feel Marcus' hands wrapping tightly around the column of his throat, constricting much needed air from his lungs. Luca was gasping for air but water from the stream rushed in to take its place, ice cold and burning his lungs like fire. His eyes were wide open and starting to see black dots that were spreading like a curtain across his vision.</span></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i>He was close to dying then.</i></span></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca gasped, his body shuddering as it received a breath of air. Coughing to expel water, the black dots began to fade as awareness returned.  His chest hurt, deep inside now as his thready-sounding voice uttered<b>. "Then love me instead, Marcus. I not want to die. Please."</b></span></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca heard Marcus, but he was far from listening or comprehending fully the impact of what the words meant. All he could see was the darkness in Marcus' eyes from his vantage point when he wrestled Luca down into the water in the forest and everything the young man was or could have been was almost extinguished in a single moment of blind rage. Luca's fear of dying replaced a fight or flight response, the will to survive replaced the desire to give up and a deep-seated need for self-preservation replaced common sense. Luca decided at that moment he would do whatever he was told to do by Marcus, in order to preserve his life.</span></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">His shoulders quaked as he wept, the feeling of utter helplessness overriding his inner spirit of freedom and independence. Salty tracks of tears remained while Marcus turned the circle of blame in his direction repeatedly, apologizing for his loutish behavior repeatedly while placing loving kisses upon his face and touching him gently. He had no choice but to submit. Luca's body had a mind of its own, responding to Marcus was only a matter of time.<br/>
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The warm water raining over them only made Luca more excited. More hot for him. Marcus started out just lathering Luca up. He ran his hands down his toned chest, over his hard dick, sliding a hand along Luca's ass. Luca softly moaned and trembled under his touch until he pushed him gently back against the wall of the shower, hands on his waist. The cold tiles made Luca arch his back and wince, but he adjusted quickly. Marcus' mouth traveled from his lips, pausing to nibble his earlobe after asking him a question.</span></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca's breath was raspy, as he answered Marcus, who swept his fingers across the arch of his spine. <b>"Yes, Marcus. I enjoy this shower very much. Thank you for no being angry with me. I want to make you happy with me."</b></span></span>​</div>