I got this idea after watching the 5th episode of the second season. But before I wrote this, I went to check if this idea was already taken. I only found "Insanity" (by Shark on Land) and I read it. It was quite inspiring, even though it's a different idea.
While doing this, I was listening to "Lucifer" (by SHINee) and "Hurricane Venus" (by BoA). And they were inspiring, too, even though they have nothing to do with this.
Ok, now read the POV. Enjoy!
TERROR IS NO LONGER WHAT I FEEL
Fear – duty – the master…
How can I accept this fate?
This endless inhuman routine – the way he treated me, slapped me, kicked me, stuck his fingers into my eye, hit my head with a crown – his butler vicious stares – his laugh, his maniacal high pitched laugh alone with his unprofessional dance and his "Olé!"… and all the rest…
Wasn't I afraid?
Wasn't I unsatisfied?
But now? What is happening to me?
Last time, when I lost one of my eye, I saw my reflection while meeting his two light blue speculums. To him, I was doll, a puppet that was made to be manipulated and tortured as its master's desires.
Shall I say that I am now accommodated? I can bear his inhuman treatment. I can stay in silence even if terror asks me to cry out. I can ignore the pain even a part of me is bleeding badly. I can stand in immobility, even if a household objet flies to me, warning me to step aside. I can now stay by his side, absorbing orders and react like a manual robot. I can accept.
Or, maybe, shall I say that I am now obsessed? I can't stay one day without his traumatic therapy. I can't endure one night without hearing his deathful laugh. I can't longer live my life without feeling his presence, hearing his voice and…
What am I saying?
What have I become?
That period of accommodation, it was like crawling in a silent cyclone where no light can pass through and no living can escape. That large hurricane swallowed me, torn me apart, took away my dignity and my conscience, replaced anger by acceptance, pain by pleasure, terror by love… I got brainwashed.
But did I stay in there too long? And thus, obsession grown in me.
I'm no longer myself.
The Hannah who was nervous and terrified every time her master spoke was dead. She was plucked away with her eyeball.
The newborn Hannah is excited and exulted when she hears her master footsteps coming.
This is what I am now;
The Trancy household's servant,
Young master's maid,
A loverhollic,
Robotronic,
Masochistic,
Forever slave.