Hazel Moreau
I woke up to something cold and wet splashing all over me.
I gasped and shot up in bed, completely soaked. Ice water dripped from my hair and down my face. Standing over me with an empty bucket was Daphne, her face twisted into a cruel smile.
"Good morning, princess," she said mockingly. "That's for Keily."
I wiped the water from my eyes, shivering in my soaked nightgown. Around my bed, I could see the other omegas watching. Some looked satisfied, others uncomfortable, but none of them moved to help me.
When I looked down at my bed, I saw it was covered in dirt and what looked like garbage from the kitchen.
"Clean it up yourself," Daphne said, tossing the bucket at me. "And then report to the kitchens. You've got toilet duty today."
The days that followed were the worst
