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?”

was stunned by the slap, she covered her face and retorted, “Who are you,

couldn’t just waltz in. How did the property management let these people rush up to assault

I come?” The woman gritted her

wrong, I bought this place myself, and I

yelled, “Billy,

dumped a bunch of pictures on the

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

for a moment;

ordered the others, Smash everything in this room, and

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

you can’t do this! I bought this place

the floor, her pajamas

was terrified, struggling desperately. The sound of smashing things made her

the living room were smashed to bits. The red wine dyed the milky-white carpet a dark red.

men’s grip. She didn’t dare