Eric ran as fast as he could, but as he turned a corner, he tripped. It wasn't hard to do, with his 6-inch stiletto heels. He nearly went face first into the pavement. But he wasn't hurt, just a little shaken up.
He pushed himself up, but was immediately pulled back by his longer hair by the tattooed man. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled.
"Let go of me!" he yelled back. "Help! Someone help me!"
"No one's gonna help you," the tattooed man said, with a grin. "Now come on, you slut. Let's have some fun." He yanked on Eric's hair, pulling the still-changing boy with him back to the alley.
