"Hey, creepy lady, let me go. Why are you keeping me here? I thought you were just an ordinary cute maid." Ivy was in a cave tied to a chair. The cave was dark, dripping with wetness, it had a little stream next to it, and Ivy was kept on the other side. The cave gave a creepy vibe like haunted places made in Halloween.
For someone to get into the cave, they would need to cross the stream — that is, if they could resist the toxin in the stream.
Her captor, the maid who had hurt her in the garden, walked to Ivy, looking down upon her with a smile on her face.
She leaned in to Ivy. "Thank God, Duchess. As you can see, I'm not just an ordinary maid. I'm something more than a maid. I hate anyone calling me a maid. So why do you call me a maid?" Her voice was sultry as she spoke, her tone overly animated like a child talking, but her body was too big to be a child.
