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?”

covered her face and retorted, “Who are you, and how did you find this

residence, which strangers couldn’t just waltz in. How did the property

was bought by my husband, why can’t I come?” The woman gritted her teeth, looking

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

stubborn!” Cristina turned and yelled, “Billy, show her

stepped up and dumped a bunch of

all pictures of her and Manuel together, including intimate photos

a moment; she almost passed

then ordered the others, Smash everything in this

instantly rushed forward, two of them starting to undress Clarice, while others

I bought this place myself. I really did!” Clarice screamed.

pinned her to the floor, her pajamas were off

struggling desperately. The sound of smashing things made her heart pound in

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

in a corner of the sofa, her body marked by the men’s grip. She didn’t