VriXian AU Compilation [ Part 1 ]

CD 2

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Christian woke up with a throbbing headache and the dull ache of bruises forming on his ribs. His body felt stiff, his muscles tense from the awkward position he had been left in. The moment his mind cleared, he realized something was wrong.

The air was cold. The scent of cigarette smoke and leather filled his lungs. The room was dimly lit, the only light source a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. This wasn't his house.

Then, he felt it—the tightness around his wrists.

He tried to move, but the sharp pull of metal against his skin stopped him. His hands were bound behind him, secured to the back of a heavy wooden chair. His ankles were tied to the legs, restricting his movements.

He was trapped.

Fvck.

Christian inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay calm. Panic was useless. He had been in tough situations before—business negotiations where a wrong move could cost millions—but this? This was different.

This was a power play.

And he had no intention of playing along.

Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor.

Then, a door creaked open.

Christian didn't have to guess who it was.

Vrix Gallano.

The man stepped inside, exuding confidence, his presence overwhelming even in the dim light. Dressed in black, his stance was relaxed, casual, like he had all the time in the world. His sharp eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned against the doorframe, watching Christian with the air of a predator observing its prey.

Christian refused to look away.

"Finally awake," Vrix mused, his voice smooth, almost lazy.

Christian rolled his shoulders, testing his restraints before glaring at him. "Ano 'to? Anong gusto mong mangyari?" His voice was steady despite the situation.

Vrix smirked. "Hindi ka man lang ba matatakot? O magmamakaawa?"

Christian scoffed. "Para saan? Wala akong utang sa'yo. Wala rin akong kasalanan. You're the one who kidnapped me, not the other way around."

Vrix chuckled, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him. "Ang tapang mo rin, noh?" He leaned down slightly, his face inches from Christian's. "I like that."

Christian clenched his jaw, refusing to flinch under his gaze. "Then you're wasting your time. I won't beg."

Vrix studied him for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, inhaling deeply before exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the air. Then, without warning, he grabbed the back of Christian's chair and tilted it slightly, making him lose balance for a second.

Christian's heart pounded, but he masked his reaction with a glare.

Vrix smirked. "I like it when my toys fight back."

Christian's hands balled into fists behind him. "Putangina mo. Hindi ako laruan."

"Sigurado ka?" Vrix tilted his head. "Kasi parang nag-eenjoy ako sa'yo."

Christian bared his teeth. "Enjoyin mo 'to." Then, without hesitation, he spat at Vrix, the saliva landing just below his jaw.

The room fell deathly silent.

Christian's breaths were heavy, his chest rising and falling with the force of his anger. He knew exactly what he had just done.

Vrix stayed still.

Then, he reached up, slowly wiping the spit off his skin with his thumb. His smirk didn't disappear—but it darkened.

"You really are a fighter, huh?" Vrix murmured, voice deceptively soft.

Christian didn't answer. He didn't need to.

Vrix took another drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke right into Christian's face, then suddenly grabbed his jaw in a bruising grip.

Christian refused to look away.

"Mayabang ka," Vrix whispered, fingers tightening. "Pero alam mo bang masarap basagin ang isang mayabang na tao?"

Christian gave him a cocky smirk. "Subukan mo."

Vrix chuckled darkly before releasing him with a small push, making the chair rock slightly. He took a step back, rolling his shoulders as if bored—but Christian knew better.

Vrix was enjoying this.

"Ganito na lang," Vrix mused. "Since gusto mong lumaban, laro tayo."

Christian narrowed his eyes. "Anong klaseng laro?"

Vrix grinned. "Tingnan natin kung gaano ka katagal bago ka lumuhod sa harapan ko."

Christian snorted. "Mauuna pa akong mamatay."

Vrix exhaled through his nose, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Tingnan natin."

With that, he turned on his heel, walking toward the door. Before he left, he glanced over his shoulder.

"Huwag kang mag-alala, Martinez," he murmured. "Matagal pa ang laro natin."

The door slammed shut, leaving Christian alone.

He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders again. He would not break. No matter what game Vrix wanted to play, he wouldn't lose.

Or so he thought.