TASK

As Professor Snape dismissed the class and ordered all servants to leave, a sense of relief washed over me. The oppressive atmosphere of the classroom had weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I longed to escape its suffocating grasp. But my reprieve was short-lived as Snape's cruel command cut through the air like a knife.

"Wait, {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}," Snape's voice rang out, his tone dripping with malice. "Before you leave, I have a special task for you."

My heart sank as Snape's eyes bore into me, a silent threat lurking behind his cold gaze. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I knew that whatever task Snape had in store for me would not be pleasant.

Snape's next words confirmed my fears. "Strip," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "You will not leave this classroom until you are completely naked."

The laughter of the Masters filled the room, a chorus of mockery and derision that echoed off the stone walls. Even Harry and Draco, my temporary Masters, joined in the cruel taunts, their laughter cutting through me like a blade.

With trembling hands, I began to remove my torn pants, my exposed genitals and bare flesh on full display for all to see. The humiliation was almost unbearable, but I dared not defy Snape's command, knowing that to do so would only invite further punishment.

As I stood there, stripped of my dignity and exposed for the amusement of the Masters, a **** thought crossed my mind. Perhaps if I pleaded with Snape, begged him to spare me this indignity, he would show mercy. But as I opened my mouth to speak, I knew that my words would fall on deaf ears.

Snape's expression remained impassive as he watched me disrobe, his gaze cold and unforgiving. There would be no mercy here, no reprieve from the cruel whims of those in power.

With a heavy heart, I finished removing my torn pants, my nakedness laid bare for all to see. The laughter of the Masters continued unabated, a relentless onslaught that threatened to crush my spirit.