No Strings Attached

Just as she was about to walk over there, she felt a shadow swiftly approaching her from behind.

Clara instinctively glanced over her shoulder, and she locked eyes with a man whose fierce glare sent chills down her spine.

A sense of dread washed over Clara, and she bolted. But her body was already weak from low blood sugar, and the pursuer was a man. Clara didn't get far before she heard a menacing shout from behind. "Clara, you're dead meat!"

As the words rang out, Clara felt something splash against her back. A searing, unbearable pain followed immediately.

Clara realized in an instant what the liquid was. If it had hit her face, her life as she knew it would have been over.

Ignoring everything else, she sprinted forward, pulling out her phone to make a call. The man behind was relentless in his pursuit.

Just as Clara felt another onslaught of the liquid coming her way, a tall figure shielded her in his embrace. Before she could even process what was happening, lan lashed out with a kick to the man's belly. The man let out a howl of pain and crumbled to the ground. The bottle's contents spilled over him, and he shrieked in agony.

across his features,

are you

through the pain, she managed to gasp out, "My

spun her around to see that the skin on Clara's back had been scalded. His heart twisted in

a car wash nearby.

with the same corrosive liquid. Wincing in pain, the man slowly got to his feet. His eyes were filled with menacing intent

he was brandishing a knife. As lan reached for the hose, the man lunged at Clara with

something hot and wet trickling down her body. Pushing lan away, she was met with the

voice was shrill

hurled it at the attacker. The blade struck true, embedding itself in the man's thigh. He collapsed to the ground, moaning in agony. "Ian, I'm taking you

her