“She hid it,” one of the omegas blurted, holding up a bruised apple like it was contraband. “Slipped it under her blanket last night—I saw her.”
“I didn’t,” Nia said. Her voice was flat, stripped of hope. She didn’t even bother protesting anymore.
“Of course you didn’t,” the supervisor sneered, mockery thick in her tone. “What, I suppose a food fairy just dropped it there for you?”
Nia didn’t answer. She was exhausted enough to know that her attempts to defend herself were useless. So she stood still, hands clenched at her sides.
The supervisor's gaze narrowed, reading every unspoken word on Nia’s face.
“So that’s how it is.” She let out a cold chuckle, then shoved a cracked bucket and a stiff toothbrush into Nia’s hands. “Toilet duty.”
Her voice turned icy. “Start from the top floo
