Chapter 17 Ray’Nia Base: Freya
“Wake up.” Rough hands jostled her.
Opening her eyes, she saw Genevieve standing over her. Freya sat up and looked around. Basic metal walls and a floor surrounded her. The couch she sat on was uncomfortable, but in good shape. The grey fabric matched everything else in the room. She wondered if brains would explode if any of the furniture came in a color other than grey.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“That the people deserve to know the shady s**t going on inside this government.”
Genevieve shook her head, brushing a strand of black hair out of her eyes. “You truly don’t get it, do you?”
“No, I do, and that’s the problem. How can I stand by while you and your pet army terrorize women and e*****e men? None of that is in line with basic human rights
