A Butterfly Caught in the Spider's Web

by Heavenly Sacrifice

Alois Trancy has never had a happy life. He has dealt with the many pains of his past. He was captured, and unable to fly. He was ripped apart and left alone. This was his life, the only one he knew and was never able to escape. (This is all in his perspective. )

1. Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of this fanfic. I hope that you all enjoy it. I had this beginning part written out for a while now and today I simply decide, "Why not turn it into a fanfic ?' So here I am doing just that. Enjoy ! c:

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Broken.

Trapped.

That is exactly how I felt. Everyday I had to live the life of pain. Never did I ever dream of hope. Every last bit I hope I had was lost in the ashes a long time ago. You tend to lose all hope or faith when you find yourself trapped. Forever seized and captured. By what you may ask yourselves ? It is simple, the silky, netted hell that I have come to fear; the spider's web.

I am Alois Trancy, formerly known as Jim Macken. I sit on this bleak, steel floor and try to remember. I attempt to find the happiness I once had, but that has already began to fade. A blurred image through the misery I call my life.

I used to have two parents, they are dead. I used to reside in an old village with those bloody idiots who treated me like filth. Though, they are all dead! Along with that horrific village; burned! Then as I ponder some more, a certain orange haired boy appears to me. He was the only one who cared. He was my brother, Luca. He cared for me and loved me. I had the same feelings in return for him, but he is dead and now I am alone. That is the reason I am in the wretched cell, because I am alone.

My body cowers and shakes beneath my pale skin. It was once beautiful. Now it is covered in bruises and marks. Marks given to me as a punishment. My icy blue eyes begin to lose their once beautiful color.

Oh, my eyes, the glistening orbs that disgust that man.

I tremble from how weak I am. My ribs poke through my pale but filthy skin. I look disgusting, vile even sickening. My knees are drawn up to my face. I am bruised and beaten. Crimson liquid slowly makes a trail down my back. I do not feel the pain though. I have grown used to each measure of physical abuse I was given. The only thing i have grown to fear are the memories. The haunt my mind, leaving it permanently scarred.

'This is my life' the thing I keep telling myself. From each night I am the one 'chosen' to sexually use my body in sinful ways. Those horrid way I did for the man I dared to call, 'Father.' This was the life, the life of a butterfly caught in the spider's web.

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I hope you enjoyed. I shall update as soon as I can! Please review.