/jp/ - Otaku Culture

The war is lost. I am captured and taken prisoner. After a few months in the work camps, I am handed over to Hama to be her house-slave. The work is easy, but I am beaten severely for the slightest mishap. At night I sleep on the cold floor with her dog and share meals with the dog also.
It is one year hence, and I have fallen in love with Hama and have also taken her as my God, so that I worship her. She understands how I feel and so she plucks out my eyes as, she says, this will increase my devotion to her. Sightless, I make more mistakes now and the more frequent beatings leave permanent crippling damage, but the love I feel when she lets me hold her, as I am permitted to do on certain nights, or when I hear her voice, recompenses for the pain.
I caress her now on the first spring night of the year. Fresh pollen in the air mixes with her skin scent and I think of the time I have passed with her. She tells me she plans one day soon to deafen me, such that my devotion to her will increase still further. I squeeze her tight but she struggles away and I panic, expecting further beatings, until feeling her hands gently cup my temples and her lips kiss my forehead.