Tyrone reached out between the bars, feeling around blindly...and felt something soft brush his fingertips. Carefully taking the piece of cloth, he allowed himself a small sad smile before using it to mop his brow and wipe at some of the blood on his chin. He stifled another cough behind a fist before answering.
"Y-Yeah...I don' wanna s-scare you or nuthin'. B-But these g-guys...they ain't n-nice. They...I-I-I think they-a d-drug cartel or s-sumthin'! Th-They t-take kids...l-l-like you an' me...and they...p-p-pump 'em full o' sh-shots and stuff. S-Stuff in v-v-vials and n-needles. S-Sometimes other stuff... An' it hurts. A-Always a real b-bad trip. L-Like we test d-d-dummies fo' some n-new street sh-shit. C-Cocaine...somethin'..." He looked blankly out of the cage he was in. Feeling hopelessness set in.
"A-Ain't no one made it l-long...there were o-others, b-but...they...they..." He broke off, feeling a sob work up his throat. Tyrone covered his head with his arms.