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?”

and retorted, “Who are

waltz in. How did the property management let these people rush up

my husband, why can’t I come?” The woman gritted her teeth, looking even more ferocious,

got it all wrong, I bought this

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

stepped up and dumped a

photos and instantly felt dizzy. They were all pictures of her and

moment; she almost

The woman sneered, then ordered the others, Smash everything

them starting to undress Clarice, while others grabbed chairs and started trashing

do this! I bought this place myself. I

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

was terrified, struggling desperately. The sound of smashing things made her heart pound in fear.

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

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