TASK

As I stood before the overseer, my naked body exposed to his cruel scrutiny, a sense of dread washed over me like a tidal wave. His laughter echoed through the room, a mocking chorus that cut through the air like a knife, slicing into my already fragile sense of self.

"Look at you, {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}," the overseer sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "A pathetic excuse for a servant, stripped of your dignity and groveling before me like a common beggar. You truly are a pitiful sight."

His words struck me like a physical blow, each syllable a cruel reminder of my lowly status in Dominus society. But I dared not protest, dared not show any sign of weakness in the face of his derision. For to do so would only invite further humiliation and punishment.

With a cruel smirk, the overseer handed me the torn pants uniform, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. But his torment did not end there. Oh no, he had far more cruel tasks in store for me.

"Before you leave, {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}," he said with a malicious grin, "I have a few more tasks for you to complete. Consider it a lesson in humility."

His words filled me with dread, but I knew that I had **** but to obey. With a heavy heart, I listened as he outlined the tasks, each one more degrading than the last.

"Scrub the floors of the common hall until they shine," he commanded, his voice laced with malice. "And when you're finished, polish every suit of armor in the castle until you can see your reflection in them. Fail to complete these tasks to my satisfaction, and you will face dire consequences."