FIA
The room they took me to was awful.
Small. Shabby. There was mold climbing up one corner of the wall like black fingers reaching for the ceiling. The furniture looked like it had been pulled from storage and dusted off just enough to not be completely filthy. A bed with a thin mattress. A dresser with one drawer that hung crooked. A single lamp that flickered when the omega turned it on.
I looked around and tried not to let my face show anything. Maybe this was Cian's doing. Another punishment wrapped up in the illusion of freedom. Or maybe it was the omegas taking 'initiative' again. Deciding on their own that I didn't deserve anything better.
Either way, it didn't matter. I could clean. I didn't mind cleaning. I'd lived in worse.
I turned to the omega who'd brought me up. She was standing by the door, watching me with that same tired expression.
"Thank you," I said.
Her eyes narrowed. "You need a bath."
"I know."
