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?”

she covered her face and retorted, “Who

in. How

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

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

Cristina turned and yelled, “Billy,

up and dumped

instantly felt dizzy. They were all pictures of

went black for a moment;

others, Smash everything in this room,

to undress Clarice, while others grabbed chairs and started

this! I bought this place myself. I really

the floor, her pajamas were off

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

the kitchenware, even the wine cabinet in the living room were smashed to bits. The red wine dyed

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