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?”

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

couldn’t just waltz in. How

bought by my husband, why can’t I come?” The woman gritted her teeth, looking even more ferocious, “How many mistresses

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

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

behind stepped up and dumped a bunch of pictures on the table.

glanced at the photos and instantly felt dizzy. They were all pictures of

black for a moment; she

then ordered the others, Smash everything in this room, and strip her

undress

can’t do this! I bought this place myself. I really

pajamas were off in a flash,

terrified, struggling desperately. The sound of smashing

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

the men’s grip. She didn’t dare to fight back, just sobbing with her head