Oh crap the bitch is here with me chapter 4

As they moved through the dense forest, Daphne's eyes gleamed with a mixture of irritation and determination. She turned to Harry, her voice sharp and commanding. "You know, Harry, this is all your fault. You tried to escape, and now look where we are. It's time you learned your place."

Harry felt a surge of guilt and frustration. He knew she was right to some extent; his desperate attempt to escape had indeed landed them in this strange world. "I screwed up royally," he admitted, his voice filled with regret. "But remember, Daphne, you were the one who grabbed my fucking arm. If you hadn't, I would be free and sitting by the fire, drinking some cocoa—not in this dark forest with a crazy bitch like you."

Daphne's eyes flashed with anger, and she stepped closer, her presence menacing. "You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can blame me for your mistakes?"

Harry felt the weight of their bond pressing down on him, and he knew he had no choice but to submit. "I'm sorry, Daphne," he said, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean it. Please, just stop."

Daphne's smile was cold and triumphant. "That's more like it, Harry. You need to understand that you're mine. You will do as I say, and you will obey my commands."

Harry's heart sank as he realized the full extent of her control over him. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he couldn't hold back his sobs. "Please, Daphne, just stop. I'll do whatever you want."

Daphne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched him submit. "Good. Now, let's make a few things clear. You will follow my orders without question. You will not try to escape again. And you will show me the respect I deserve."

Harry nodded, his tears streaming down his face. "I understand. I'll do as you say."

Daphne took a deep breath, her mind racing as she considered her next move. "We need to find a way out of this forest," she said, her voice firm. "But first, you need to prove your loyalty to me."

Harry felt a surge of dread, but he knew he had no choice. "What do you want me to do?"

Daphne's smile was cold and calculating. "You will carry our supplies and lead the way. I will follow and make sure you don't try anything stupid. And if you do, you will regret it."

Harry nodded, his heart heavy with despair. "I understand. I won't try anything."

As they continued through the forest, Daphne's eyes never left him, her presence a constant reminder of the bond that tied them together. Harry knew he had to find a way to reclaim his freedom, but for now, he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape.

Daphne's mind raced with possibilities. She had to ensure their survival in this new world, but she also had to maintain control over Harry. "We need to find shelter and figure out where we are," she said, her voice steady. "And you will do exactly as I say."

Harry nodded, his resolve weakening under the weight of their bond. "I'll do whatever you want, Daphne. Just please, don't hurt me."

Daphne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good. Now, let's move. We have a lot to figure out."

As they continued through the forest, Harry felt a mix of fear and determination. He had to find a way to break free from Daphne's control, but for now, he had no choice but to submit and bide his time.

As they trudged through the dense forest, the tension between Harry and Daphne reached a boiling point. Harry's frustration and anger finally erupted. "Go fuck yourself, Daphne," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "You're a fucking cunt."

Daphne's eyes blazed with fury, and without a moment's hesitation, she slapped him hard across the face. The blow was swift and brutal, leaving a stinging pain on Harry's cheek. "You dare speak to me like that?" she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. "You need to remember your place."

Before Harry could react, Daphne's hands were around his throat, squeezing with a terrifying strength. He struggled for breath, his vision blurring as he clawed at her hands, but her grip was unrelenting. The world around him darkened, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

When Harry finally came to, he found himself on the ground, gasping for breath. Daphne stood over him, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Beg me not to hurt you," she demanded, her voice icy.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, and tears streamed down his face. "Please, Daphne, don't hurt me," he begged, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want."

Daphne's smile was cruel and triumphant. "Good. Now, lick my feet and show me the respect I deserve."

Harry's stomach churned with humiliation, but he knew he had no choice. He lowered himself to the ground, his tears mixing with the dirt as he licked her feet. The ring on his finger seemed to burn with the weight of his submission, and he sobbed openly, the reality of his situation crashing down on him.

"From now on, you will call me Mistress," Daphne commanded, her voice firm. "Do you understand?"

Harry nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mistress."

Daphne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she considered her next moves. "You will obey my every command, and you will not question me. Do you understand, Harry?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice filled with despair.

Daphne took a deep breath, her mind racing with possibilities. "We need to find shelter and figure out where we are. You will carry our supplies and lead the way. I will follow and make sure you don't try anything stupid. And if you do, you will regret it."

Harry nodded, his heart heavy with despair. "I understand, Mistress. I won't try anything."

Daphne's smile widened, her eyes cold and calculating. "Good. Now, let's move. We have a lot to figure out."

As they continued through the forest, Harry felt a mix of fear and determination. He had to find a way to break free from Daphne's control, but for now, he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he had to survive, no matter the cost.

Harry's voice trembled as he addressed Daphne. "Mistress, do you have your version of the Elder Wand and all of your artifacts?"

Daphne's eyes narrowed as she checked her pockets, feeling the familiar weight of her wand, cloak, and stone. "Yes, I do," she confirmed, her voice cold and commanding. "Remember, I am also the Mistress of Death, so don't fuck with me, Harry. It won't go well for you."

Harry swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on him. "Mistress, what do you plan to do if we can't go back to our world?"

Daphne's eyes flashed with anger, and she slapped him hard across the face. "How dare you question me?" she hissed. "You will obey me without question."

Harry felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he nodded, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll do whatever you say."

Daphne took a deep breath, her mind racing as she considered their situation. She knew they had to figure out a way to survive in this new world, but she also had to maintain control over Harry. "If we can't go back to our world," she began, her voice steady and firm, "we will have to adapt to this one. We will use our powers and our immortality to establish ourselves here."

Harry listened, his heart heavy with despair. He knew he had no choice but to follow her commands, but he couldn't shake the feeling of hopelessness that had settled over him.

Daphne continued, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We will find a way to harness the magic of this world and use it to our advantage. We will build a life here, and you will serve me faithfully. Do you understand, Harry?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daphne's smile was cold and calculating. "Good. Now, let's move. We need to find shelter and figure out where we are."

As they continued through the forest, Daphne's mind raced with possibilities. She knew she had to balance her desire for control with the reality of their bond and the challenges of this new world. "We will find a way to thrive here," she said, her voice filled with determination. "And you will be by my side, serving me as you should."

Harry felt a surge of fear and determination. He had to find a way to break free from Daphne's control, but for now, he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape.

Daphne considered her immortality and how it played into their situation. "We have all the time in the world," she mused, her voice thoughtful. "We will use our immortality to our advantage. We will learn the ways of this world and bend them to our will."

Harry nodded, his heart heavy with despair. "I understand, Mistress. I'll do whatever you say."

Daphne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she led the way through the forest. "Good. Now, let's find out what this world has to offer."

As they continued their journey, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him. He knew he had to find a way to reclaim his freedom, but for now, he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape.

As Harry and Daphne continued to navigate the dense forest, the trees towering above them, Harry's mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions. The weight of their bond pressed heavily on him, and he felt a desperate need to understand why things had unfolded the way they had.

"Mistress," Harry began hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper, "I have to know. Why did you grab my arm? Why did you do that? Why didn't you let me go?"

Daphne paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she considered his question. The forest around them was eerily quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. "Why?" she repeated, her voice thoughtful. "Because, Harry, I couldn't let you escape. You belong to me, and I wasn't about to let you slip away."

Harry felt a mix of anger and resignation at her words. "But why, Daphne? Why me?"

Daphne's gaze softened slightly, though her resolve remained unyielding. "Because you're a challenge, Harry. You're different from the others, and I couldn't just let you go. I wanted to prove that I could control you, that I could make you mine."

Harry's heart sank at her admission, but he knew he had to keep moving forward. They needed to find shelter before nightfall. As they continued through the forest, the trees began to thin, revealing a small clearing ahead.

"There," Daphne said, her voice firm. "That looks like a suitable place to rest."

The clearing was surrounded by tall trees, their branches forming a natural canopy overhead. In the centre of the clearing was a small, abandoned cabin, its wooden walls weathered by time but still standing strong.

Harry felt a flicker of hope as they approached the cabin, the promise of shelter a welcome relief. "We can rest here, Mistress," he said, his voice steady.

Daphne nodded, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "Yes, this will do for now. We need to gather supplies and figure out our next move."

As they settled into the cabin, Harry felt a mix of fear and determination. He knew he had to find a way to break free from Daphne's control, but for now, he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape.