The Boy who Circled Time
But she had been expecting an act immoral, or some kind of deranged and sadistic torture rig set up awaiting her where she would have to sit through a trial of watching a man get slaughtered in front of her eyes, but instead, she was witnessing the plight of a bunch of brain dead office workers who, if they were capable of typing in that very moment, would all be typing out, in unison, each and every letter inputted at the same time, 'kill me kill me kill me' over and over again.
Both were hell, but they were both specifically different types of hell within their own rights: one was a hell that people were willing to go to with a smile on their face, and the other was the hell that forced th
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