Her Sweetness 3

"Ugh... help... help me..."

Skyler’s whole body tensed, and her blood ran cold as she was dragged into the alley outside the school gates.

"Let go..."

"Help... me..."

She tried to scream, but the disgusting smell of grease filled her nose, making it impossible to get a full sound out.

All she could do was watch as the bright entrance of the alley grew further and further away.

The man behind her let out a nasty laugh.

"Scream all you want, it’s useless. My boys are guarding the entrance, and this is a dead end. Even if I kill you here today, no one will know!"

With that, the man shoved Skyler onto a pile of trash on the ground.

He ripped open her jacket, and his greasy hand slid up her leg.

Skyler’s stomach twisted, and she almost threw up.

"No... let go of me!"

She used all her strength to grab a plastic bag beside her and smashed it against the man’s head.

The bag was filled with random junk—bottles, cans, and other hard objects.

It hit his head hard, making him stumble back a few steps.

Skyler took the chance to run, but her left ankle was too badly injured.

She barely managed one step before collapsing to the ground.

Biting her lip through the pain, she forced herself forward, crawling toward the entrance of the alley with her bruised and bloody hands.

She had to get out.

The light was getting closer and closer—

Suddenly, a strong grip yanked her injured ankle.

"You bitch, how dare you hit me!"

The furious man dragged Skyler back and slapped her across the face.

"Snap!"

"What the hell are you pretending to be pure for? Everyone at A University knows you've already been played by men! Damn it, I won’t hold back this time! And you dare to run?"

The slap was so hard that Skyler’s head spun.

Her ears rang, and it felt like her skull was going to split open.

She tried to open her mouth to scream, but the icy night air rushed into her throat, choking her voice before she could make a sound.

The man stared at Skyler lying there—her delicate, tear-streaked face filled with fear and despair.

His disgusting desires grew stronger.

He rubbed his hands together and tore at her clothes.

"Rip!"

From her neck down, a large area of smooth, pale skin was suddenly exposed.

The man’s eyes lit up with greed.

No wonder she had been named A University’s campus belle three years in a row.

Her figure, her skin, her delicate face...

She was a beauty he could never dream of touching.

The man thought about Mia’s instructions on the phone. After he had sex with Skyler, he was supposed to use a blade to cut her pretty little face. He couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful.

But he had already taken the money, so there was no turning back now.

"Hmph, you little brat. I’m warning you! If you dare to run again, I’ll scratch your face!" The man pulled out a blade and waved it in front of Skyler’s face.

Seeing how pale and scared she looked, he felt even more pleased with himself.

After saying that, he unbuckled his belt and pressed his weight onto her.

Skyler felt his disgusting, greasy breath hit her neck. She clenched her teeth, trying to suppress the fear and trembling in her body.

She was ready. The moment he got distracted while taking off his pants, she would grab the blade and fight back.

But just at that moment—

"Ahhh!"

The man suddenly let out a painful scream.

"Ouch! Who the hell... Ahhh!"

His body flew through the air like a parabola.

The heavy weight pressing on Skyler disappeared in an instant.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the sharp pain in her bones made her wince.

Her vision was blurry with tears, but she barely managed to open her eyes and look toward the entrance of the alley.

The light and shadows flickered.

She could hear the steady sound of high-end leather shoes stepping against the ground. The footsteps got closer and closer.

The small gangsters who were guarding the alley entrance had already been knocked down by someone.

In front of her, a tall and slender figure stepped forward, walking against the light.

He wore a long black coat, a high-end black suit underneath, and black gloves.

His shoes were so clean they reflected the dim light of the alley.

The man stood over her, his posture tall and imposing.

Looking down at her, his gaze was cold and distant, but there was an air of familiarity.

"Skyler, you really know how to get into trouble," he said. His voice carried a hint of mockery, yet at the same time, there was an almost scolding tenderness in it.

Skyler blinked through the pain, struggling to keep her eyes open.

She looked up at him, backlit by the streetlamp, his sharp silhouette feeling both familiar and unreal.

Hearing his voice—his words that were mixed with anger and concern—she suddenly felt wronged.

Her vision blurred even more as tears welled up.

It felt like a dream.

How could this be possible?

How could she be seeing him here?

"Liam..."

Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

She called his name in a trembling voice, full of distress.

Liam.

He had finally come back to save her.