TO MASTER DORM

As Harry and Draco led the way to their dorm room, I followed close behind, my heart heavy with the weight of Compulsio's influence. Beside me, {if S = 1} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 2} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 3} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 4} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 5}Neville Longbottom {endif} walked in silent resignation, his eyes downcast, his bare chest exposed to the cold air of the hallway.

The torn pants we wore offered little protection from the elements, leaving us **** and exposed. But despite the discomfort, there was a deeper humiliation in our attire—a reminder of our lowly status, of the powerlessness that defined our existence in Dominus.

As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the torn area of my pants, the fabric barely clinging to my body. With each step, my penis dangled exposed, a stark contrast to the modesty expected of a servant. It was a humiliating sight, one that filled me with shame and self-loathing.

Despite the torn clothing, neither Harry nor Draco made any attempt to rectify the situation. To them, we were nothing more than temporary servants, unworthy of their attention or concern. The torn pants were merely a temporary inconvenience, a reminder of our fleeting servitude.

But for me, the nakedness was a constant reminder of my vulnerability, of the powerlessness that defined my existence in Dominus. It was a stark reminder of the rigid hierarchy that governed our society, of the gulf that separated the Masters from the rest of us.

As we reached the dorm room, I felt a surge of resentment bubbling within me. How could they be so callous, so indifferent to our suffering? Did they not see the humiliation they inflicted upon us with their careless disregard?

But as quickly as the resentment came, I pushed it aside. Compulsio compelled me to obey, to suppress any rebellious thoughts or desires. I was but a servant, bound by duty and obligation to those above me