It was like being hit by lightning, breathing in heat and electricity and power. Those words, coming from her lips, were richer than all the caps in the world, better than sweet syrup of Nuka-cola. He had been right to choose her. She was special, she saw it too, how much she needed to learn and she knew enough to ask him. How could he refuse her, when she looked at him so sweetly? He had thought, for a moment...he had seen some flicker in her eye, some moment of uncertainty. But she had asked. Most of the others who had come to him, they had cried. Or whimpered. Or begged. She just asked.<br/><br/>She was special. He felt a momentary flash of hunger, possessive, violent hunger. He would make her his model, his perfect denizen, obedient, pliant and compliant in all things. He took a step forward and cupped her cheek in his hand, caressing her flesh, staring into her eyes with his eternal smile, now made stupid by joy. He slid his fingers into her hair, digging them in to the roots. "It will hurt," he said quietly, almost apologetically. "But you'll be better for it, I swear. You'll learn and it will be better."<br/><br/>He slid one hand down, from her collarbone to cup one of her breasts, sliding his hand out to take one nipple in between his fingers, rolling it softly before squeezing with savage force, enjoying the pain he saw in her eyes. "You'll be right," he said with the force of conviction. "I'm only hurting you to make you stronger, Sommer, to make you better." His fingers kept hurting her, even as he spoke, twisting and bruising delicate skin. "It's because I love you." Then the hand cupping her cheek slid down to her throat and closed over it, tightening painfully as his fingers went to work on her other breast, her other nipple, with the same bruising force. He tightened strong, pale fingers over her skin, delighting in feeling the delicate bones in her throat give just a little, bend under his strength.