Find Me In Your Labyrinth

A bunch of girls were all fired up, yakking away with sarcasm and blame. The men caught a few words, got their drift, smirked dismissively, then went back to their previous banter.

Jonathan

gave Clarice a cold once-over, fished out a cig, and someone nearby promptly lit it for him. He took a drag.

Bright and early the next day, Clarice was about to step out, when the doorbell chimed

Thinking it was a delivery from the property management, she went to answer the door, all the while slapping on a face mask.

As Clarice opened the door slightly, it was forcefully pushed open by someone. She stumbled back a few steps, astonished, as she watched four people barge into her home.

The leading lady was in her forties, with a stern expression on her face. Her eyes were narrowed into a thin line, giving her a menacing appearance.

She glared at Clarice, grabbed her by the pajamas without saying a word, and smacked her across the face, “You shameless wretch, trying to hook up with my husband’ Do you have any idea who I am?”

by the slap, she covered her face and retorted, “Who are you, and how did you find

couldn’t just waltz in. How did the property management let these people

woman gritted her teeth,

a calm facade, “You’ve got it all wrong, I bought this place myself, and I have no idea who your husband

Cristina turned and yelled, “Billy, show her the pictures!”

from behind stepped up and dumped a

instantly felt dizzy. They were all pictures

a moment;

now?” The woman sneered, then ordered the others, Smash everything in this room, and strip her

two of them starting to undress Clarice, while others grabbed chairs and started trashing the place.

I bought this place

pajamas were off

struggling desperately. The sound of smashing things made her heart

ten minutes, the room finally fell silent. The dressing table in the bedroom, the kitchenware, even the wine cabinet in the living room were smashed to bits. The red wine dyed the milky-white carpet a dark red. Glass shards lay everywhere,

by the men’s grip. She didn’t dare to fight back, just