Natasha eventually passed out being fucked by Jax once again, her brain being scrambled. However, the next ti she woke up, she was pretty calm.
When Jax entered the room, she didn’t act shocked, and that alone told Jax everything he needed to know.
She sat on the edge of the bed in silence, shoulders relaxed, posture straight, eyes unfocused. The defiance that had once burned so hot it scorched the air was gone, burned down to embers and swept away.
She did not flinch when he entered at all, completely submissive as she did not speak until spoken to, and when she finally looked at him, there was no hatred left, only waiting.
Jax studied her from across the chamber, hands clasped behind his back. The room itself was deliberately neutral now. With her completely under his control, there was no need to lock her in the dungeon at all.
"You rember who you were," Jax said calmly.
Natasha nodded once.
"And you understand who you are now."
Another nod.
"Say it."
Her voice was steady, combined with acceptance and also lust as she looked at his body, "I belong to you."
"Good. Then we can finally use you properly."
*****
In the Cathedral, Sabrina was reviewing reports when Jax arrived.
Scrolls hovered in midair, glowing sigils tracking supply lines, troop morale, cult movents, and Divine interference probabilities. She didn’t look up imdiately, she already knew who it was.
"My King, I didn’t expect you here, is there sothing important?" She asked mildly.
Jax stopped beside the table, "There is,"
That earned his attention. Sabrina dismissed the reports with a flick of her fingers and turned, crimson eyes sharp and assessing. "That’s not sothing you say lightly. Which problem?"
"Natasha."
Sabrina blinked once. Then she smiled.
"Oh? The Hero you captured?" she said, rising slowly, "Do tell my King,"
"She’s mine now," Jax said simply, "Completely. There’s no fracture point left, no divided loyalty."
"You broke her faith," Sabrina imdiately said.
"I replaced it. No point having soone hating in my own Kingdom," Jax said, and that made Sabrina laugh quietly.
"Well," she said, folding her arms beneath her chest, "that’s far more useful."
Jax continued, "I’m not interested in keeping her as a prisoner, or a trophy, or a pet."
"Sha," Sabrina said lightly, "The original her would have hated that."
Jax glanced at her, "Exactly."
Sabrina’s smile sharpened, "So. You want to turn her into a weapon."
"A key," Jax corrected, "She’s still a Hero. Still recognized by the Church. Still carries divine authentication markers. As far as their systems are concerned, she’s rely... missing, captured by , but they still want to retrieve her no doubt,"
Sabrina’s eyes lit up as she understood what Jax was alluding to, "Oh, that’s delicious."
Jax went on, "She knows their structures. Their protocols. Their faith-logic. She knows how Heroes think when they’re afraid but pretending not to be."
"And," Sabrina added, pacing slowly, "she knows where the holes in the Holy Church and their allies is."
"Precisely, and we can take advantage of that," Jax said.
Sabrina stopped in front of him, "You’re planning to send her back."
"Not openly," Jax said, "I don’t have a concrete plan yet, but I know I want her to reappear before them eventually at the right mont, it’ll make for quite the scene,"
Sabrina’s tail flicked once, "Ah," she murmured. "A survivor narrative."
"She’ll claim she escaped," Jax said. "That she saw horrors. That the Demon King is worse than they imagine, but also smarter than any of them could imagine,"
"That the Church is lying," Sabrina added softly. "But not blatantly. Just... inconsistently. It’ll stew discord all across the entire Human Kingdom, and every Kingdom that is affiliated with the Holy Church,"
Jax t her eyes, "Exactly, I want paranoia, distrust. Destabilize their power,"
Sabrina grinned, "I can work with that."
She turned back to the table, conjuring a fresh map, this one layered with Church influence zones, Hero deploynt routes, and political pressure points.
"If she returns too clean," Sabrina said, tapping a district, "they’ll suspect corruption. We’ll have to create a solid story that is relatively bulletproof. Maybe even fake a scenario that allows them to ’rescue’ her,"
"She won’t return clean I promise you that," Jax replied, "She’ll still hate . That part will be real."
Sabrina laughed again. "Oh, that’s perfect. The best liars are the ones who believe part of their own story."
"She’ll warn them," Jax said. "She’ll beg them to act faster. To strike harder."
"And in doing so," Sabrina finished, "she’ll push them into mistakes."
Jax nodded, "Overextension. Internal suspicion. Purity trials. Witch hunts."
Sabrina leaned back against the table, eyes gleaming.
"You’re going to make the Church eat itself."
"Yes."
"And the Heroes?"
"They’ll start wondering," Jax said, "why the Demon King always seems to know where they’ll be. Why their traps fail. Why their reinforcents arrive too late."
Sabrina’s smile turned predatory.
"And when they start accusing one another?"
Jax’s voice was calm.
"We’ll pick them off one by one," Jax finished.
Sabrina stared at him for a long mont. Then she bowed her head slightly as a strategist acknowledging a superior play.
"I’ll begin preparing, send her to so she’ll give all the information I need," Sabrina said and Jax nodded.
"When everything is ready, tell ," Jax said, leaving the room and heading back to his personal chamber, entering and spotting Serika cleaning the room.
"My King, welco back," she said, imdiately kneeling respectfully as she stared at Jax.
"Hhmph," Jax muttered, swiftly pulling her close and kissed her passionately, his arms wrapping around her waist as he held her tightly.
"What did I tell you about calling that? When we’re alone, just call Jax, now go call Hydra," Jax ordered.
Serika blushed as she was kissed, but the FoxKin nodded and left the room, her tails swaying as she had a sneaking suspicion on what Jax wanted the two of them for, hurrying off to et the poisonous Dragon.
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