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?”

face and retorted, “Who are you,

waltz in. How did the property management let these people rush up to assault her?

can’t I come?” The woman gritted her teeth, looking even more ferocious, “How many mistresses does that

a calm facade, “You’ve got it all wrong, I bought this place myself, and I

yelled, “Billy, show

guy from behind stepped up and dumped a bunch of pictures

dizzy. They were all pictures of her and Manuel together, including intimate photos of

went black for a moment; she almost

now?” The woman sneered, then ordered the others,

forward, two of them starting to undress

you can’t do this! I bought this place myself. I really did!” Clarice screamed.

her to the floor, her pajamas were off in a flash, then

smashing things made her

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, a total

a corner of the sofa, her body marked by the men’s grip. She didn’t dare to fight back, just sobbing