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The realization of my situation, the gravity of the offense, and the implications of what was to come weighed on me like chains, pulling me down.
The walls of the office seemed to close in, the air growing thicker, harder to breathe, harder to think.
All I could feel was a void, a void where hope once resided.
“No,” I finally whispered, voice hoarse, words barely audible. “I didn’t think.”
The Supervisor’s eyes bored into mine, cold and emotionless. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
I closed my eyes, every fiber of my being screaming to fight, to defend, to argue.
But the stakes were too high.
If I implicated Nova, drew her into this mess, the repercussions would be severe.
I couldn’t, wouldn’t, let her suffer for my sake.
“I accept the charges,” I said, voice trembling but determined.
My spirit felt crushed, trapped in a cage from which there was no escape.
Some battles were worth fighting, others you just had to sacrifice for.
Sneik’s laughter rang out, triumphant and mocking, echoing through the room.
But it was the silent nod from the Supervisor, the finality of it, that truly drove the point home.
I had lost.
* * *
The Supervisor’s chambers, which were already dim, felt like they were growing darker by the second.
The judgment had been delivered, and its weight pressed heavily on my chest.
“You are disqualified,” the Supervisor stated with a cold voice. “A month in solitary confinement.”
“A month?” I began to protest.
My senses, already in overdrive, heightened.
The sharp tang of antiseptic filled my nostrils, the stuffy odor of the Supervisor’s chamber enveloping me.
My heart thundered in my ears, drowning out the distant hum of the prison beyond.
The Supervisor lifted a hand, effectively silencing me. “My decision is final.”
I could feel the onset of a desperate anger, a blaze that consumed my being.
The fine hairs on my neck stood erect as if charged with static.
My palms were sweaty, and every inch of my body felt hyper-aware, my muscles coiled and ready to lash out.
The door slid open with a soft hiss, and the two burly guards entered.
Their uniforms seemed more vivid than before, the deep blues standing out against the dull grey of the room.
They moved in synchrony, eyes devoid of emotion as they approached to grab me.
