Teach him to be a Good Girl

“I'm going to teach you how to be a good girl, she said primly.

Harry opened his mouth to inquire further before snapping his mouth shut, she had already warned him once about demanding information. She gave him an indulging nod, obviously pleased that he was learning.

Seeing that he wasn't going to pry for more Bellatrix started explaining his daily tasks, ranging from basic cleaning to gardening and various house work. In fact it reminded him much of what a full time maid would be **** to do, anything from cleaning the dishes to changing the sheets.

Harry acquiesced, not really too bothered with the work she was lining out. For a pampered child it might have been rough, but he had years of experience of doing the very same job at the Dursley's. He assumed she was sending the house elf away just to make more work for him, because there was no way there would be anything left to do with one of them around.

"Oh and Holly? I wouldn't step too far away from the house, the wards might not react favorably to that,” the cruel smile she gave him made him swallow nervously, understanding that he was in for a world of pain if he ever crossed the ward line.

The rest of the day passed by fairly easily, he did the very same things he had done at the Dursley's, although there were some key differences. For one there was no Bellatrix occasionally staring at him, seeming to enjoy watching him work. Also he hadn't needed to deal with painful high heels and a highly distracting buttplug that seemed to remind itself of its presence at the most inopportune times.

That evening he was **** to serve the meals the house elf had prepared, once again enjoying getting solid food into his stomach. When Bellatrix let him go he headed straight for his room, collapsed on the former wooden platform, now a transfigured bed, and sighed in relief as he could finally kick off the uncomfortable shoes. He moaned softly as he massaged his feet, wondering over his suddenly strange life.

He had considered escaping multiple times during the day, but he simply had no idea how to go about it. The more he mulled it over the more he came to the same inevitable conclusion. He was well and truly trapped. The only way he was getting away from this manor was if Bellatrix chose to let him out.

The door opening snapped him out of his thoughts, freezing when he saw Bellatrix enter. She smirked at his obvious tenseness, taking a seat in the chair she had conjured earlier in the day. It felt insane to Harry that it had only been one day, it felt like a week.

"Don't worry Holly," Bellatrix started, "you have been a good girl after your initial mishap, and good girls get rewards."