3rd Person Pov
A young woman sits silently in a damp cellar, the quiet only disturbed by the faint rumbles and roaring of a storm which lay just outside her prison. Her skin which would have otherwise been a pale ivory is riddled with bruises and scars, and her hair which was once silver is now a tangles grey mane. Someone who could've been so beautiful now reduced to such a state, stuck collared and damaged.
If not obvious by her location and appearance, let it be known that she is a slave. Worse than a servant, and treated more like a piece of property rather than a human being.
She sits, her legs slightly crossed as she leans into the wall behind her. Just another day in waiting, waiting to finally be free. While most in her situation would have been broken at this point, she sits in wait.
She knew better than to fight her "master" but this did not stop her from doing the next best thing. Showing unwavering defiance in her eyes for every second that he dare gaze upon her. She may have been a slave but she wished, and would be free. No matter how pitiful, how destroyed and tainted she looked, there was always a burning hope for liberation in her icy blue eyes. Such cold orbs filled with such hard determination could never be taken from her.
The sound of rushing footsteps startles the woman awake and she sits up alert. Not long after, the door to the cellar flies open revealing two darkly dressed guards. From behind them appears her master, Arthur, Earl of Ainsworth. He was a tall man, slim in figure, but broad along his shoulders. His brown hair lightly brushed back to reveal cruel dark grey eyes and a natural smile which always seemed to get him what he wanted. Although that could have also been chalked up to the fact that he ran one of Britain's leading chocolatier companies second only to the Funtom Corporation.
He gives her an all too familiar grin that puts her on edge, this could only mean trouble. He slowly approaches her and crouches down once directly in front of her form.
"Hi my little flower, today's your lucky day. You get to play dress up and attend an important dinner with your favorite master." He says with a sickly sweet smile.
"You see, I'll be making a business deal with an important associate, and the last thing I need is him finding my poor little flower in the cellar and getting the wrong idea. So for tonight only you will be given a small taste of luxury, and even get to call me by my first name."
He stands up, not waiting for a response, and walks away. Given their cue, the guards approach the young woman and begin dragging off to the upstairs room where the maids would prepare her for the evening festivities. Who knew how the night would go?
*Arthur's Pov*
I sigh when finally far enough away from my 'precious' flower. She was beautiful no doubt but oh so cold and defiant. It had been eight years since I had bought her at the auction. She had looked so subdued and beautiful on the stage, like an angel with her long silver locks and her icy blue orbs that seemed to penetrate my soul. She just had to be mine, but sadly she turned out to be quite the rebel.
"Hopefully the maids are able to clean her up enough and the Earl won't ask any questions."
I release another sigh before having a sudden recollection. 'I need to give her a name.' With this in mind I make my way up the stairs to the prep room for my little flower, and rush through the doors. I was not expecting to catch a full glimpse of the travesty which graced her back. The maids stood in shock realizing that I had just rushed in on a naked woman.
Young Lady's Pov
I turn around to see my master staring at my back. He's obviously still not accustom to the scars of foreign words long ago engraved into it. They hold memories of such terrible times, and you would think after eight years he would be acclimated to their presence.
The maids stood in utter disbelief, baffled that the "gentleman" would dare storm in on a young lady, but I knew better. Of course I had curves and a decent bust size, however, he did not care. I was property after all.
"Yes master?" I inquire, finally bringing him back to his senses. One of the maids hand me a towel as he questions, "What is your name little flower?"
I look at him in confusion "What?"
He looks at me with a sterner expression and says again "What is your name?" I look at him for a moment, contemplating whether or not to give him my real name, but being the impatient man that the master is, I didn't have to.
"Fine, be that way. I've got a better one anyway! For tonight you shall be Hana." He grins "It's probably better this way, now the Earl can't trace you."
He leaves with an overconfident stride as if proud of his "work".
I let out a sigh, 'I guess that's my new name now, Hana.' The maids continue dressing me and finish preparations for tonight's act.
Upon finishing, I look in the mirror and am astonished with what I see. I am faced with a completely different woman than the one that they had dragged in here just earlier.
The master- I mean Arthur, had picked out a pastel blue dress that was slim rather than puffy as most dresses of this day and age. The fabric was as soft as silk, the sleeves ending at my elbow, and the bottom ending at my ankles.
I honestly think it suited me better considering that it showed my curves and figure. Not to mention it was pretty comfortable besides the corset which constricted my regular breathing pattern.
My hair was brushed out showing its full length, ending right below my butt, and having been washed showing its natural silver hue.
Just as we finished there was a loud knocking which echoed through the house. In response, I made my way to the entrance hall and coincidentally arrived at the same time as my master. At first sight he was completely taken aback, but seemed to quickly recover as the door opened and he greeted our guest.
"Welcome to my home Earl Phantomhive!"