Killing Kisa (a creepypasta)

Prolog

Shoving her hands into her pockets to warm them, she walked inside the vast room, light by thousands of lights that dangled off the high ceiling. She was late and exhausted, but she also knew she was in trouble.

Walking into the kitchen where two of the care takers, one of them grasping a wooden spoon in her hand as she leaned against the wall, her ugly face scrunched up in anger. The other politely sat at the large dinner table, ready to retire."It's about time you showed I up. Now come eat your slop, then you know what's coming," said the caretaker leaning against the wall.

On the table, Kisa now noticed bowl of a greenish liquid she assumed was supposed to be soup. Slowly, she sat down in front of the bowl, she began to eat. Each bite making poor Kisa want to gag and barf it up, but then the stricter care takers, who goes by the name of Mother Terry, would surely punish Kisa for such a terrible disgrace.

When Kisa finished, Mother Terry led Kisa outside near the crop of wheat, that the orphans attended to, and forced Kisa to remove her shirt. Reluctantly, Kisa followed orders, but never took off her beanie. To take her beanie off would surely get Kisa sentenced to death!

Mother Terry dug through a big black box and pulled out a cattail whip and began lashing out on Kisa. Kisa wailed out in cries as the whip tore into her back,which granted her more licks. Her back, covered in scabs from the last round, tore open and burned. Her vision began to blur with hot tears as she received more lashes.

It wasn't until she received 150 lashes that Mother Terry was done, and that was literal. Kisa's experience's, she learned that if she didn't count to that number, Mother Terry would restart, same ruled applies if Mother Terry thought Kisa fibbed about the actual amount.

After receiving the lashes, Kisa was forced to put shirt on and head into her room. Upon arriving, Kisa's roommate sat up in bed, head turned in the direction of Kisa. "What happened to you?" her roommate asked, "you're late."

"Disn't finish my chore when Mother Terry wanted so she had her way with me, again, Angel," Kisa responded. Kisa dug though her rag of clothes in her small, nearly broken down dresser and found a decent pair of pajama's. After changing her outfit, Kisa happily took off her beanie, revealing black cat ears that twitched as suddenly sounds becoming less cloudy, and she also pulled out her slick black tail. Kisa ran a hand through her thick black hair, hands occasionally brushing against her ears, thrilled to be in her room, the only place where she could be herself. Her roommate, Angel, was blind and therefore couldn't tattle.