Chapter 14 – Renzo
Chapter Fourteen
Renzo
Two Weeks Later
“Raise your leg higher.”
Geralynn whines from her position on the bed, refusing to raise her left leg even higher to give me a better view for drawing her fully nude. “Renzo, I can’t.”
I’m sick of Geralynn’s whining. Nicki’s choice to hold us here captive wasn’t mine any more than hers.
She refuses to make the best of our situation.
Nicki assigned us a specific number of calories daily, which is insufficient to maintain the muscle mass required to keep me attractive and fully functional at peak performance.
Being the larger of the two prisoners, I might have been using food to control Geralynn again.
I find her very compliant during the hour or so surrounding our meal times but otherwise, she’s quite difficult.
To keep us both occupied, I took out my sketchbook.
Rather, I made a humble request to Nicki that involved threatening to starve Geralynn and the baby.
Geralynn was angry at first, but she received concessions as well, which is why she agreed (in writing) to taking on this position to model for my sketches.
I calmly remind Geralynn that my power here extends deeper than she realizes, despite the fact that Nicki holds the key to our prison. “If you don’t do it, I’ll reduce your share of protein by 25 grams again.”
She grunts and raises her leg higher. “You’re a sick pervert.”
“I would be a sick pervert… if I were attracted to you. I have absolutely no sexual interest in you. Artistically, you’re very interesting. Don’t worry.”
I don’t want Geralynn losing confidence because she happens to have her labia exposed. They’re really quite fascinating. I’ll have to restrict her calories more if she resists an afternoon session because I am desperately craving a close up sketch of those full lips.
“I don’t give a shit if you find me interesting or attractive. My leg hurts.”
“I’m almost done.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago. Renzo, I’m hungry.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I’m tired of spending all day with a sociopathic liar who treats me like trash during the day but puts his tongue up my–”
“Fine. Lower your leg. We’re done here.”
I slam my sketchbook shut and leave Geralynn naked on the bed to consider the wisdom behind upsetting me when she’s already going hungry.
I need to meet my macros. She clearly doesn’t care what she puts into her body, so I don’t see why I should suffer.
Naturally, she takes offense to the notion that she could stand to lose a few pounds.
Whatever. I hate her as much as she hates me.
So it doesn’t bother me at all when she rejects me.
At least when we get out of here I won’t have to worry about her clinging onto me or “falling in love” or something ridiculous like that.
When I storm off, I expect Geralynn to follow me, especially when I take my shirt off and head towards the shower, but she stays on the bed.
I watch her take all her showers but she never comes over when I strip naked to watch mine.
If I didn’t know better, I would say that she wasn’t attracted to me.
But of course she’s attracted to me. I’m over six feet tall, wealthy, and I’m the most attractive man who she has ever seen.
I’m the better looking twin even compared to Gino – everyone says so. I find her disinterest frustrating.
Even more frustrating is the interruption in my efforts to coax Geralynn into some form of compliance. The buzzer on our locked and alarmed prison door blares loudly. My sister using my houses defenses against me is just one of the many parts of this situation that pisses me the fuck off.
Geralynn finally walks into the bathroom while I’m in the shower, grabbing some clothes from the walk-in closet.
Except this time, I have the water off and hastily wrap a towel around my waist in case Nicki has come to her senses and wants to let us out early.
It’s not dinner time yet – both me and Geralynn know it.
We appear dutifully at the door to our prison cell.
“You have time to put clothes on.”
“Strategic advantage,” I mutter nonsensically.
She doesn’t even care that I’m completely naked standing beside her.
Her focus is solely on the door and possible freedom.
After two weeks together and constantly pleading for Geralynn’s attention with either my words or my tongue, she hasn’t budged even an inch in her persistent loathing.
Frankly, it fascinates me to have someone this bent on hating me for absolutely no reason at all.
It’s not the so-called “bigotry” that Geralynn might claim.
Her hatred runs far deeper than that and I suppose I invite it with the name calling.
I shouldn’t entertain the idea of breaking her emotionally and getting her to admit some desire for me, but her powerful hatred towards me makes the thought of bending Geralynn in the opposite direction a pretty strong temptation.
I’ll need entertainment for the next ten months, won’t I?
And it’s different from actually giving a crap about her.
“Nicki, we’re here,” Geralynn says, doing a remarkable job of hiding the impatience she must feel.
My sister definitely betrayed their friendship with her stunt despite her conviction that Geralynn will forgive her in the long term.
It’s a pretty big assumption that isn’t backed by very much except Nicki’s hopes and dreams. Maybe that’s what I mean by a strategic advantage.
Getting Geralynn to fall in love with me would give me the greatest advantage of all in any future negotiations with my sister out of or through this situation.
It makes perfect sense. Slowly, I interlace my fingers with Geralynn’s, ignoring the fact that my own heart races faster.
It’s all fake, I tell myself. It’s all about showing my sister we’re a united front to trigger her insecurity and not at all because after two weeks in this bedroom with Geralynn, my attachment has only grown.
After a few painful seconds of waiting, Nicki’s voice crackles over the loudspeaker. She truly sounds like a hag.
“Good morning, you two. I have good news. Your pregnancy test has arrived. Within a few minutes, my assistant will distribute the medical test through the slot in the door and you will take it as soon as possible. Remember, to obtain your release, we need to see two lines on that pregnancy test.”
Geralynn and I exchange a glance that I wish was softer.
I have some sympathy for her condition, just not in the way she expects or even wants right now.
The thought of having to change my schedule for a child fills me with both dread and loathing.
I can’t imagine she relishes the thought of offspring that shares my blood either.
“I know you’re not going to forgive me right away, Geralynn. But I promise, this is the best way I can think of to help you.”
“Thanks so much,” Geralynn says sarcastically.
Nicki doesn’t reply. I feel strange satisfaction that Geralynn is on “my side”, although she hardly looks at me as the metal door opens and Nicki doesn’t give us freedom, but a possible life sentence.
Geralynn doesn’t want to reach for the box.
I want to get this bullshit over with. If I don’t get her pregnant, I’ll be stuck in here with Geralynn while she has her period.
The thought disturbs me since I have absolutely no interest in pampering Geralynn while she bleeds everywhere. I don’t mind fucking her while she bleeds, but her attitude problem is bad enough without hormonal disturbances. Menstruation would only make captivity worse.
“Go take this. Get back here when you’re done.”
She glares at me. “Thank you for stating the obvious, Renzo. I had no idea I had to take the pregnancy test. I thought you were going to bend over so I can shove it–”
“Enough. Take the test.”
The tips of my ears burn. Whenever I fail to fight my desires for conflict with Geralynn, I lose control over myself.
These incidents happen more and more lately, which concerns me deeply.
If she ends up pregnant, I will have to take even more drastic action to protect myself against any hormonally inspired attachment.
Cruelty will work. The more inspired actions I take to remind myself that Geralynn is not just beneath me but not worth my consideration as a complete person… the easier it will be to keep my feelings out of the picture. I’ll beat everything I feel for her out of her if that’s what it takes.
I sit with my back against our prison door examining my sketches while Geralynn takes her pregnancy test. I enjoy placing her in more compromising positions as time goes on.
I don’t want this to stop when she’s pregnant, either.
I could have a collection of fascinating sketch work as her body changes from my seeding.
My earlier sketch almost immediately gets my dick hard.
It’s not necessarily because of Geralynn…
Just the way I drew her nipples. And her exposed lips.
I smudge some of the charcoal pencil shading work on my sketchbook page with my thumb to improve on my work.
After a few precise smudges, the drawing looks even better.
Geralynn emerges from the bathroom, tears welling up. I can’t guess which outcome would inspire her to cry like this just from looking at her. I rise from my position on the ground and stick my hand out as I close the distance between us.
“Give it here.”