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?”

face and retorted, “Who are you, and how did you

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

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

wrong, I bought this place myself, and I have

turned and yelled, “Billy, show her the pictures!”

and dumped a bunch of

felt dizzy. They were all pictures of her and Manuel together, including intimate photos of them

black for a moment; she

others, Smash everything in this room, and strip her clothes!”

to undress Clarice, while others grabbed chairs and started trashing the place.

this! I bought this place myself.

guys pinned her to the floor, her pajamas were off in a flash, then her

sound of smashing things made

the living room were smashed to bits. The

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