EXPOSED BUTT

As I rose from the ground, my lips still tingling with the bitter taste of leather and dirt, Professor Snape's cold gaze bore into me with a sense of finality. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled for me to don the torn pants uniform, a cruel reminder of my lowly status in Dominus society.

With trembling hands, I pulled on the torn pants, the fabric rough against my bare skin as I fastened them around my waist. But as I glanced down, I realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was amiss.

The torn pants were designed to leave my buttocks fully exposed, a stark reminder of the indignities I had endured at the hands of the Masters. It was a deliberate act of humiliation, a way to strip me of whatever semblance of dignity I had left and reduce me to nothing more than a plaything for their amusement.

As I stood there, my bare buttocks on full display for all to see, the laughter of the Masters filled the air once more, a cruel reminder of my own powerlessness. They watched with amusement as I struggled to maintain my composure, reveling in my humiliation like a pack of wolves circling their prey.

"Look at him," one of the Masters sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "A pathetic excuse for a servant, with his shame on full display for all to see. He truly is a pitiful sight."