**Chapter 4: Bound by Dark Magic**

The darkness closed in around me, a suffocating shroud that threatened to consume me whole. I knew that I had to find a way to escape, to break free from Tom Riddle's grasp and reclaim my life. But for now, I was trapped, bound to the Dark Lord by a union that I had never chosen, and a magic that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. As Tom Riddle's arms wrapped around me, holding me close, I felt a sense of disorientation wash over me. The room seemed to spin, and I stumbled, my legs trembling beneath me. Tom Riddle's grip tightened, holding me upright as he whispered another incantation. The words were like a cold wind, cutting through me and leaving me feeling raw and exposed. I tried to push him away, but he held me firm, his magic binding me to him like a chain. I was trapped, unable to move or escape. Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with triumph as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "You will learn to love me, Harry," he whispered, his breath cold and rank. "You will learn to obey me, to do my bidding. You are mine now, body and soul." I felt a surge of anger and resentment at his words, but it was tempered by a sense of despair. I knew that I was in grave danger, that I had to find a way to escape before it was too late. But for now, I was trapped, bound to the Dark Lord by a union that seemed unbreakable. As the night wore on, Tom Riddle's magic seemed to grow stronger, binding me to him with chains of dark and potent force. I felt my sense of self begin to slip away, like sand between my fingers. I was no longer sure who I was, or what I wanted. All I knew was that I was Tom Riddle's, bound to him by a magic that seemed to consume me whole. The hours passed, a blur of darkness and despair. I was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape in sight. And then, just as the first light of dawn began to creep into the room, Tom Riddle's magic seemed to reach a peak. I felt a surge of power, a blast of dark energy that seemed to shatter my very soul. When the magic finally subsided, I was left feeling drained and exhausted. Tom Riddle's arms still wrapped around me, holding me close. I looked up at him, and for a moment, I saw something in his eyes that gave me hope. A glimmer of uncertainty, a flicker of doubt. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by his usual cold, calculating gaze. "You are mine now, Harry," he said, his voice low and husky. "And you will do my bidding." I nodded, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. I knew that I had to bide my time, to wait for the right moment to strike. But for now, I was trapped, bound to the Dark Lord by a union that seemed unbreakable. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I had to find a way to escape, before it was too late.