FIRST CLASS

As the first light of dawn crept through the narrow windows of the **** quarters, I rose from my fitful slumber, my body still aching from the night's torment. But despite the weariness that weighed heavily on my shoulders, I knew that there was no rest for the weary in the kingdom of Dominus.

With a heavy heart, I donned the torn pants uniform, the rough fabric chafing against my exposed skin as I made my way to the basic spell class overseen by the cruel overseer. Each step felt like a march towards my own demise, a reminder of the powerlessness that defined my existence in this unforgiving realm.

As I entered the basic spell class, the atmosphere was heavy with tension and apprehension. The overseer's cold gaze bore into me with a sense of disdain, his lips curled into a cruel sneer as he surveyed his hapless charges.

"Drop your uniforms outside the class," he commanded, his voice laced with malice. "If you wish to learn the spells of our kingdom, you must first shed the trappings of your clothes."

With a sense of resignation, I complied, stripping off the torn pants uniform and leaving it in a heap outside the classroom door. The cool air brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I stepped into the classroom, my nakedness on full display for all to see.

As the class began, the overseer wasted no time in demonstrating the spells we were expected to learn. Each incantation was like a dagger to my pride, a reminder of the powerlessness that defined my existence in this cruel kingdom.

But despite the cruelty of the overseer's demands, I listened intently, committing each spell to memory with a sense of grim determination.