She meets another one of Nightlord's Slaves

Defender came to sometime later. Once again inside her cell within Nightlord's Maze. As expected, he had removed part of her costume, in this case her winter gloves. Taking stock, she realized that she only had her leotard, books and hoes left. Once all that was gone, she will have lost. Not that she was complaining. Especially after that last peril. She was eager for the next round.

She went to the door and tried to open it but found it locked. Remembering that she no long had her power belt, Defender had not choice but to wait for Nightlord to release here. She paced back and forth in her cell until she finally heard the door unlatch. Stepping out into hallway, once again, her captor had given her some direction. THe lights where blinking, leading her through the maze.

She was eventually lead to another door and given that she no longer had the benefit of using her super strength to break down a door, she had to try the handle. Which thankfully didn't shock her. Stepping inside, she found herself in what appeared to be a kitchen. Defender couldn't help but ponder this. Did Nightlord actually live here? As she looked around she heard the clicking of heels behind her. Turning around, she was meant with an unexpected sight. Standing before her was a woman. She had jet black hair done up in pig tails and she was wearing a classic maids uniform. She had a deadpan look on her face. Was she one of the Nightlord's slaves?

"You are Defender no?" "Uh....yeah. And you are." She bowed. "I am simply the master's maid. I have no name anymore." Defender took a cautious step back. If she was one of Nightlord's slaves, that meant she was probably part of the game. "I happen to be looking for your master. Have you seen him?" The Maid's expression did not change. "I have not." She said as she moved to the oven. "What is your business with him anyway?" Defender thought about this. "We are playing one of his games." "Then shouldn't you be trying to escape?" Defender thought about that. She should be trying to escape but instead she was actively seeking out her captor. Eager to see what he'd do to her next. "I uh.....I honestly came here to play his game. I honestly don't want to escape." "I see. Have you every considered what will happen if you let him win this game of yours?" That was a good question. Typically if you lost Nightlord's game, you became his ****. Was that his intention with her? She had given herself willingly last time and he eventually let her go. He had to let her go. She needed to be Defender.....the city needed Defender....didn't it?

As Defender thought to herself, she had failed to notice The Maid pull something out of the oven. "I suggest you get out while you can. At least next time you have a chance." Defender turned to the Maid only to suddenly have a pie smack her in the face. "Wha.....ugh.....why would you do that you.....you......wha......" Defender suddenly felt lightheaded. THere was something in the pie....the fumes, they where making her feel sleepy. "The Master's own recipe. Chloroform Cream Pie." "Chloro....form......" Defender said as she lost conciousness and fell forward. The Maid stepped back and let her fall the floor with an amused smirk on her face. "I don't see what the master sees in you." She said as she took hold of the heroine's wrist and dragged her away.