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?”

covered her face and retorted, “Who

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

gritted her teeth, looking

wrong, I bought this place myself, and I have

yelled, “Billy, show her the pictures!”

and dumped a

pictures of her and Manuel together, including intimate

for a moment; she almost passed

then ordered the others, Smash

starting to undress Clarice, while others grabbed

bought this place myself. I really did!” Clarice

pinned her to the floor, her pajamas

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

the room finally fell silent. The dressing table in the 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.

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