Whip On Fire

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.
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{𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢}

My name is Kalika. But everyone calls me Kali because Kalika is dumb.

I wasnt named until i was one years old.

My parents just couldnt pick a name that matched my personality... so they waited until they figured one out.

They eventually found out i was quite the whild child. Always breaking something or crawling somewhere i wasn't supposed to.

I dont know what made them think since "Kalika" is the goddess of destruction, they should name their baby girl that... but they did.

In our world, sometimes children are born with "gifts"...

I summoned my first knife when i was seven while i was wrestling with my eight year old brother.

I accidentally stabbed him in the kneck.

He didnt die, thankfully...

But however, i mustve stabbed the wrong place, paralyzing him from the waist down for the rest of his life.

Ever since that day, my parents have hated me.

They made me stay in my room at all times of the day until i was 10.

There was a bathroom in my room, and they would bring me food a couple times a day, so i didnt really mind.

I was too focused on seeing what other weapons i could summon.

Basically in those 5 years, i did a lot of research on my computer and such...

Looking up different weapons, imagining them in my head, and watching them appear in my hands.

I can summon any medieval weapon.

You know like a flail, whip, knife, sword, war hammer, a morning star... that kind of thing.

In those 5 years i watched tons of videos, mastering each and every weapon.

I even taught myself hand to hand combat.

A tutor would come in once a week and teach me shit, so i wouldnt be fucking dumb as hell.

Did i mention that my room was big as shit? I had a spare wall just for throwing knives and ninja stars and shit.

I never saw my brother after the incident... even to this day.

Apparently he doesnt wanna see me, but thats cool. Fuck that dude.

On my 11th birthday I decided i didnt wanna be cooped up in my room anymore, so i bust my window out and left.

Lets just say, i didnt get far before the police found me.

I didn't really know how to interact with people, considering i had been by myself for years... soooo I accidentally threw an axe at somebody's car window.

And stabbed someone in the foot.

And threw a javelin through a store window.

Ah... good times.

Wel after the police found me and took me home, my parents kept screaming at me telling me i was crazy.

I hate that word...

And the very next day, they shipped me off to an insane asylum.

I spent two years there.

The first year they would just try to convince me i was crazy over and over, tell me i had a mental illness, and restrain my hands in these big ass cloud gloves, so i couldnt summon any weapons.

After a year of me being there, they realized i wasnt crazy, i just a neglected child. So they let me have my freedom around the place.

The guards and nurses there basically shaped me to who i am today.

Im still a fucking psycho, but hey... i aint a terrible person.

Just as i got used to calling that place home, i was released, and sent back to the prison that i should be calling "home".

I was 13, and antisocial... like deadass i had no type of social skills.

My parents were tired of me being in their space (i deadass wasnt around them because I WAS LOCKED UP IN MY ROOM), so they sent me to a boarding school for "troubled children".

I learned a lot of shit there.

Hey, thats where i learned my love for sex.

I spent two years in that joint before i was kicked out for summoning a catapult in gym, and catapulting a fat ass rock at this bitch Samantha.

She deserved it... she told me i was crazy, and my parents didnt love me.

Like obviously they dont love me... duhh.

But i aint fuckin crazy.

I spent another two years in an all girls boarding school, (again for troubled children), before i was kicked out of that bitch too.

Now that one wasnt fair... it totally wasnt my fault...

I basically had gotten caught fucking  a teacher.

Stupid righy? A bullshit reason to kick someone out of school if you ask me....

But he was fine though... no regrets.

If you seein this Mr.Wilson... i miss you sexyyy

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𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲... 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.

😁😁

𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐬
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