Ruby
I blinked at him. Was he a crackhead? Did he just say hell? A million thoughts fluttered through my mind. What the hell was going on? Was this an elaborate hoax? The hairs on my neck told me it was real. Maybe it was some kind of skin market, but who the f**k would sell off smelly, dirty males? I knew girls got trafficked. Maybe they wanted my liver? Jesus f**k, I needed all my organs. I shook my head, trying to pierce the veil of terror that threatened to engulf me.
“What do you mean, hell?” My voice came out shakier than I wanted.
“I mean red-eyed devils. They said we need to run when we get released.” He coughed violently, rocking back on his heels and slumping against the cage mesh.
That settled it; he was on drugs or coming down off some. I squinted out at the other cages fil
