"You son of a bitch," Sarah snarls at Miguel. "Just who the hell do you think you are? I have had every inch of my body poked, and prodded, and violated for weeks. I have been injected with God knows what, subjected to tests that would be inhumane to a rat, and taken to the brink of death only to brought back to have it start all over again. We all have, and I know I will spend the rest of my life trying to forget what those bastards did to us!"
Angry tears burn at the corner of her eyes. "I can still feel the restraints on my arms, the needles in my skin, the terror every time they came for one of us or the relief I felt when it wasn't me. I can't even close my eyes without wondering if, when I open them again, I will be back inside that cell.
"To make it worse, when everything is said and done, the entire country is going to know what was done to us. My family, my friends, they're going to have to know that I was put through hell and there is nothing they can do to make it go away. There is nothing anyone can do to make it just go away!
"And now the people that they-" She point to the AF members, "- work for will want to put us on display and exploit the torture we endured and spin it to their advantage for free publicity! I say screw them! I will not let myself be used like that again!"
Her body trembles as she tries to calm herself. "I have every right to want my privacy, to try to get even a fraction of my life back, and if I can have any of it I again I will take it! So don't you dare stand there acting all superior because you have nothing to go back to!"