Sommer swallowed, the dryness in her throat only getting worse with every breath she took, every word the clearly insane man before her spoke. With marked care she stood, dropping the arm that covered her, cheating her of some modesty and peeled down the last vestige of clothing that clung wetly to her body, letting it drop heavily to the floor, soaking up some of the water that lay still beneath her. She let her arms hang loosely by her sides, her face brightening with heat from the embarrassment, the shame of being forced to stand naked before this man, letting him look her over as if she were just an animal or some object, not even a person.<br/><br/>She listened to his words, wondering if she should respond, might it not be safer to hold her tongue? Or would that make it worse? Would he hurt her more for her silence? It was then that she thought of the scar on her back, how it had been given her by a man like this one, who had used her as well. He though, after forcing himself upon her, beat her savagely, accusing her of seducing him, forcing him to be unfaithful to his wife. That had been on her 18th birthday, and had spent the rest of that night in the infirmary before being shipped back to the lower levels where she slowly recovered over the next week. This man, the Overseer, he was something else, something much more dangerous, but a deep anger started to surface in Sommer.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry Sir. I'm trying I swear," Sommer murmured, biting back all the things she wished she could say, things that would probably doom her to a short and very painful rest of her existence. Instead of those things she forced down all the hatred and resentment she felt towards this man and those like him, letting self-preservation take hold once more. She looked up at him, a gentle pleading look in her soft brown eyes, "Please... teach me."