Natasha eventually passed out being fucked by Jax once again, her brain being scrambled. However, the next time 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 remember who you were," Jax said calmly.
Natasha nodded once.
"And you understand who you are now."
Another nod.
"Say it."
