From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!-Chapter 15 - : Captive’s Dilemma

Jonny's eyes fluttered open, but the world around him was nothing more than a blurry mess of shadows and dim lights. A sharp pain throbbed at the back of his head, making it hard to focus. As his vision cleared, he realized he was sitting on a cold, metal chair, his wrists bound tightly behind him. His muscles ached, and the metallic scent of rust mixed with sweat lingered in the air.

His breath hitched when his gaze landed on Amie. She was slumped over in another chair, her arms tied behind her just like his. Her head was tilted downward, her long hair covering most of her face, but he could see the slow rise and fall of her chest—she was alive. That was the only relief he had in this moment.

"Where... the hell am I?" Jonny muttered, his throat dry.

Before he could process anything further, the heavy sound of a door unlocking filled the room. A beam of light flooded into the dark space, and a group of men stepped inside. The leader, a tall man with a scar running down the side of his face, was dressed in a sharp black suit. He carried himself with a presence that commanded silence and obedience.

The man smirked. "So, you're finally awake."

Jonny narrowed his eyes at him. "Who the hell are you?"

The man took a step forward, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor. "Name's Victor," he said smoothly. "I represent AQAA. You've probably heard of us—considering you just turned down our offer."

Jonny clenched his jaw, realization settling in. "So this is how you do business? Kidnap people? Torture them into submission?"

Victor let out a low chuckle. "We don't usually go this far, but you... You're a special case, Jonny." He crouched down in front of him, tilting his head. "You see, you're rising too fast. Too much attention, too much power. We don't like losing control over the industry. So, we decided to take control of you instead."

Jonny glared at him. "Not happening."

Victor sighed dramatically. "I figured you'd say that. Unfortunately, that means we'll have to do things the hard way." He stood up and gestured to one of the guards. "Start with him."

A burly man stepped forward, pulling a sleek black baton from his belt. Jonny barely had time to react before a sharp, agonizing jolt of electricity surged through his body.

His muscles spasmed, his vision blurred, but he refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Another jolt. Then another. His body convulsed in pain, and he bit down hard on his lower lip to stop himself from crying out. He tasted blood.

Victor sighed. "Still stubborn? Impressive." He looked over at Amie. "Maybe you'll be more cooperative if we try a different approach."

One of the guards moved to Amie, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. Her eyes snapped open, filled with confusion and panic. A gleaming knife pressed against her throat.

Jonny's breath caught in his chest. "No—!"

Victor held up a finger. "Think carefully, Jonny. Sign the contract, work for us, and all of this stops. You'll be the highest-paid actor in the industry. Your little rise to fame will be secured. But if you keep refusing..." He trailed off, tilting his head toward Amie.

Jonny's heart pounded. He barely knew her in this world, but back on Earth, she had been the one person he admired from afar. He couldn't let her die because of him.

"...Fine," he spat. "I'll consider it. Just don't hurt her."

Victor grinned. "Smart choice. Let's give you some time to think, shall we?" He gestured for his men to back off, and Amie was released.

As Jonny hung his head, pretending to be defeated, a familiar voice whispered in his mind.

"Jonny, now would be a great time to stop being an idiot and listen to me."

His system, Lustina.

"Lustina? Where the hell have you been?" Jonny thought.

"Analyzing. Processing. And now... I've got something for you."

A wave of energy suddenly flooded his body. His limbs felt lighter, his mind sharper. A rush of knowledge and instincts poured into him—an understanding of combat that he had never possessed before.

"You've unlocked a new ability: Eros Combat Mode," Lustina announced. "Your strength, speed, and reflexes are enhanced. Time to show these bastards what you're made of."

Jonny inhaled sharply, his eyes burning with renewed determination. A dark smile curled at his lips.

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Victor frowned. "What the hell are you smirking about?"

Jonny rolled his shoulders, feeling his newfound power coursing through him. The ropes binding his wrists? Nothing. With one swift motion, he flexed his arms, snapping them apart as if they were made of paper.

The guards barely had time to react before Jonny moved.

Faster than he ever thought possible, he lunged at the closest man, delivering a sharp elbow strike to his throat. The guard choked, stumbling backward. Jonny didn't stop—his body moved on instinct, shifting fluidly from one attack to the next.

Another guard swung at him with a baton, but Jonny ducked, catching the man's wrist and twisting it until he heard a sickening crack. The man howled in pain, dropping the baton. Jonny grabbed it midair and spun, slamming it into the jaw of a third attacker.

Victor took a step back, eyes wide with disbelief. "What the hell is—"

Jonny turned to him, the baton in his grip crackling with residual electricity. He tilted his head, smirking. "You wanted me under your contract, right? How about we negotiate a little differently?"

Victor clenched his fists. "Kill him!"

The remaining guards charged, but Jonny was already moving. The fight wasn't over yet.

And this time, he wasn't the one at a disadvantage.