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?”

stunned by the slap, she covered her face and retorted,

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

The woman gritted her teeth, looking even more ferocious, “How many mistresses does that bastard

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

Cristina turned and yelled, “Billy, show her the

up and dumped a bunch of pictures on the table.

all pictures of her and Manuel together, including intimate photos of them in

for a moment; she

then ordered the others, Smash

them starting to undress Clarice, while others grabbed chairs and

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

floor, her pajamas were off in

of smashing things made her heart pound in

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

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