“An alley way?  Come on, girl, show some class.”  He grabbed her wrist tightly and tugged her along the sidewalk.<br/><br/>Her body jerked towards him and she stumbled to keep up.<br/><br/>“It’s just over here,” he said as they turned onto a residential street.  “I keep an apartment nearby.  You know, for ‘convenience’.  He laughed menacingly, believing he had cleverly chosen his words.<br/><br/>His fellow gang members watched them the entire way, but did not follow, knowing full well that he never shared his scraps with subordinates.  Together, the leader and his guest disappeared into an apartment building and up a flight of stairs.  They entered the first door on the right into a small, rundown studio.<br/><br/>The floral and yellowed wallpaper peeled at its seams, revealing the cracked plaster walls beneath it.  Food  boxes littered the floor, and the sink overflowed with unclean dishes.  A cockroach scuttled along the floor and disappeared in to a crack.<br/><br/>“Do you like it?  I found the keys to it on some guys corpse a few weeks ago.”  The gang leader locked the door behind him, then tugged his prey closer to the center of the room, towards an old and discolored mattress.<br/><br/>The stains were a variety of colors—some clear, some yellow, and—most prominently—crimson red.<br/>