All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

They were all led to another, different hallway, lined with what seemed to metal boxes, not identical to the storage carriers that Gretel had seen when prisoners were transported different jails, or when you generally wanted to protect a person by any means possible by placing them in those almost completely impenetrable boxes.She tried to summon a more cheery application of their usage in her mind, to try and stave off the lurking and growing feelings of dread that were gradually beginning to consume her.She remembered once seeing a one of those arrive, attached to the bottom of helicopter, arrive within the central courtyard of her university, bringing along a semi prestigious doctor of sorts in a little show to rally up the students' enthuasim and lift their spirits.It didn't work.Only a few students had actually recognised him and even fewer found it within themselves to properly engage with the display with any proper sort of enthusiasm that the

Gretel found that her prison was somehow even greyer and bleaker than what she had seen on the outside of it.The bed took up most of the space, and she saw that was for a good reason too.It looked standard issue enough for almost anyone and everyone to sleep on it comfortably, if they crossed their arms over their chest and slept as if they were never going to wake up ever again.It took up the entirity of the width of the room, and where she was curled up against the door left her only one, scant inch worth of space left between her and the end of it's metal, boxy frame.The bed itself was comprised of layers of fabric that she could see.Slowly, and on her still shaking legs, she stood up, and tried to hobble into a stand, shifting her feet about as she got closer to the bed and leaned over to lift up the sheets.There was one thinner layer on top, and for the sake of actually figuring out the temperature in the room, Gretel waved one of

A loud bang and a hiss woke Gretel up, her body startling as she was wrenched, without her consent, out of the land of dreams and darkness and back into the grey hellscape of the reality around her.Immediately, after deciding that she would've massively preferred to remain unconscious for the entirity of her duration in this place, she attempted to scramble up out of the pile of blankets that she had found herself in.Her legs tangled up in the sheets, forcing her to fall face down onto the cold and hard floor. She laid there as she reached backwards with both her hands to try and free herself from the very, very welcoming grasp and hug of her new sleeping space, while balancing on her bruised and sore knees.Hissing in audible pain, she rolled over to lie on her back, before sitting up to actually see the mess that she had found herself in.With visual confirmation of what exactly she had gotten herself into, Gretel found it easy enough to

Gretel walked forwards, brought by the guards within the crowd of others from Gryaz.The hand wrapped her own kept her from running away in terror, freezing up in fear, and just generally keeping her sanity from the stress related mania that was pressing down on her from her surroundings. The halls were absolutely silent.Too quiet.The lack of noise hurt her ears more thah the screeching of metal from when before she went to sleep and the pitch of her muffled cries and screams.The corridors were exactly as identical as the day before, but at least now, she found herself more easily tracking where she was now going.Travelling in a completely straight line, missing one, two, and then, three crossroads, in favour of still moving forwards, Gretel found herself being brought forwards into the same large hall that the execution had happened in the day before.She felt herself want to freeze up again as she went through the doors th

"Now that the warning about your behaviour is out of the way, we can proceed further on the front of the administrative side of things, then we'll all get to the fun and exciting parts, alright."Gretel did not say a word, hating the man in front of her and his overly cheerful and sadistic demeanor. Everyone here knew that this was all a ploy and a mockery of the lives that they once lived, the once grudging and boring familiarity of the sequence he had rattled off now a terrifying and demeaning display of loss and pain.The guard knew that they had witnessed an execution before this, and knew exactly damn well what he was doing as well, putting on this flamboyant hate show."If you may all recall that when you were originally provided with this new employment opportunity, you were provided with your new identification cards. Well, to comply with the laws of this land, they are a ncessary requirement, on the part of the employer, to keep thorough records on thei