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 are you,

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

was bought by my husband, why can’t I come?” The woman gritted her teeth, looking even more ferocious, “How many mistresses does that bastard Manuel have?”

it all wrong, I bought this place myself, and I have no idea who

and yelled, “Billy,

and dumped

all pictures of her and Manuel together,

black for a moment; she

The woman sneered, then ordered the others, Smash everything

instantly rushed forward, two of them starting to undress Clarice, while others grabbed chairs and started trashing the

bought this place myself. I really

pajamas

smashing things made

even the wine cabinet in the living room

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