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?”

slap, she covered her face and retorted, “Who are you, and how

lived in a high-end residence, which strangers couldn’t just waltz in. How did the property management let

why can’t I come?” The woman gritted her

paled, panicked inside but kept a calm facade, “You’ve got it all wrong, I bought this place myself, and I have no idea who your husband is!”

Cristina turned and yelled,

behind stepped up and dumped a bunch

were all pictures of her and

a moment;

then ordered the others, Smash everything in this room,

two of them starting to undress Clarice,

I bought this place myself. I

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

of smashing things made her heart

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

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