Chapter 19: The lose Goddess of Death
Author: Boncel
last update2026-11-02 11:06:00

The air inside the dilapidated hut felt frozen, trapped between the swirling clay dust and the scent of sweat from two bodies locked together on the floor.

The pressure around Freya's neck tightened. The muscles of Jackson's left arm wrapped securely just beneath the female gladiator's jaw, locking her cervical joints with the hydraulic precision of a modern military operator. If Jackson twisted his hips even a fraction or jerked his bicep backward, Freya's neck bone woul

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  • Chapter 19: The lose Goddess of Death

    The air inside the dilapidated hut felt frozen, trapped between the swirling clay dust and the scent of sweat from two bodies locked together on the floor.The pressure around Freya's neck tightened. The muscles of Jackson's left arm wrapped securely just beneath the female gladiator's jaw, locking her cervical joints with the hydraulic precision of a modern military operator. If Jackson twisted his hips even a fraction or jerked his bicep backward, Freya's neck bone would snap like a dry olive branch.Freya struggled wildly. Her muscular heels hammered the dirt floor repeatedly, trying to find leverage to reverse the position or launch a counter-throw. Her thick, calloused hands gripped Jackson's forearm. Her nails dug in hard as she tried to claw through the young man's skin.But Jackson's body did not budge.Ever since the genetic reconstruction serum overhauled his biological structur

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