DRINKING URINE

In the oppressive silence of the chamber, the overseer's command hung heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif} heart pounded in his chest as he exchanged a **** glance with his fellow slaves, the weight of the overseer's words pressing down on them like a crushing weight.

"You will demonstrate your obedience and devotion to your Masters," the overseer declared, his voice cold and unyielding. "You will drink each other's urine so that water may be saved for more important purposes."

{if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}'s stomach churned with revulsion as he realized the full extent of the overseer's command. The thought of consuming another's waste filled him with a sense of primal disgust, but he knew that to defy the overseer would only invite further punishment and humiliation.

With a heavy heart, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}turned to his fellow slaves, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resignation. Without a word, they knew what was expected of them, the unspoken bond of shared suffering driving them forward in their obedience.

With trembling hands, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}reached out to grasp the cup of urine that had been placed before him, the foul odor making him gag with revulsion. Beside him, he could hear the hesitant breathing of his fellow slaves as they prepared to perform the same degrading task.

And then, with a silent prayer for strength, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}raised the cup to his lips and **** himself to drink, the bitter taste coating his tongue like poison. He choked back a gag as he swallowed, the foul liquid burning its way down his throat like acid.

Beside him, he could hear the sounds of his fellow slaves retching and gagging as they too **** themselves to consume the vile concoction. Each swallow was a torment, each gulp a reminder of the depths of degradation to which they had been reduced.