If there was one word that could be used to describe Quinn's response to Roaki's condition, it would be [i]outrage.[/i] She bolted upright, grabbing at the narrow bars, and the words forced their way out of her before she could stop them. "[color=ffe63d]What the [i]fuck?[/i] How could they treat you like this?![/color]"

She hadn't expected Roaki to be treated particularly well, all things considered. But she'd expected better than [i]this![/i] How could the Board justify it? Fury surged through her, burning hot and white in her veins. Someone needed to put the fuckers in their places, and [i]fast.[/i] This was [i]unacceptable,[/i] and everything she was rebelled against it on a visceral level.

She instantly dropped a hand to her pocket, tore her cell phone out, and called Dahlia, eye straying back to the horrible, pitiful image in the cell as she did. As soon as she picked up, Quinn [i]hissed[/i] through the microphone, "[color=ffe63d]You and Besca. Down here. [i]Right. Now.[/i] You need to [i]see this[/i].[/color]" She hung up immediately afterwards, leaving no room for response, and fought very, very hard not to spike her phone into the floor or smash it against one of the bleak concrete walls. Her voice as she spoke again was tight, tense, [i]horrified.[/i] 

"[color=ffe63d]I was going to come down and talk because I thought you'd like the company, even if you were just going to threaten to kill me, and I wanted to give you a piece of cake. But [i]this...[/i][/color]" Her whole body was seething with anger, and she made a strangled sound deep in her throat, halfway between nausea and blinding fury.

With one hand still entangled in the bars, her other fist bunched tight at her side. It was cold down here for her already. She couldn't imagine spending more than an hour down here, let alone [i]two days[/i]. All alone too, with only a thin blanket on a steel slab sticking out of the wall. "[color=ffe63d]...This is [i]horrible.[/i][/color]" [color=ffe63d][i]It's [b]disgusting,[/b][/i][/color] she went on in her head. [color=ffe63d][i]How[/i] could[i] they?[/i][/color]

She grit her teeth, hand clenching around the bar so tight it [i]creaked[/i]. As unpleasant as Roaki had been at the Henkersmahl, she didn't deserve this. Quinn wouldn't wish this on [i]anybody.[/i] "[color=ffe63d]I'm getting you [i]out[/i] of here, Roaki.[/color]" 

She didn't know exactly what she would do yet. But she was doing [i]something.[/i] She would openly defy the Board if she needed to. If they did this to someone, [i]anyone,[/i] they didn't [i]deserve[/i] to have power. "[color=ffe63d]I know you hate me. But I'm getting you out [i]tonight.[/i] And that's a fucking [i]promise.[/i][/color]"