Rambles and Thoughts

Meeting Corruption ✔️

Prompt:
He pulled against the chains with all his might, but they wouldn't give.
"Don't bother" A voice said
He looked up to discover a thin girl bound with the same black chains Although it was dark he could see her bruised eyes and bloody writs
"I already tired"

Thomas clenched his fists and steadied his adjusting gaze to the dark room before him. The walls stood frigid, and the floor covered in, what Thomas feared, dried blood stains leading to a chained figure at the back of the ice box.
"Fig-" A crack of pain to the back of the head sends Thomas recoiling. Vision blurry and body numb Thomas falls to the ground in pain as he losses his ability to see and the world goes black.
"Uggh my head" Thomas faces twists in pain and curl closer to his core. Then he notices the black chains at his wrists. He pulls against the chains with all his might but they won't give.
"Don't bother" a voice croaks. Though he voice is pained there is still pride laced in between, and though it was dark he could see her bruised eyes as her blue and orange iris glow, her bloodied wrists drip with the red liquid.
"I already tried." Thomas's green eyes dilate to comply with the darkness around them.
"Fig?" Figments orange eyes peers through her tangled mess of red hair. The orange light flickers before turning back to its original sapphire blue.
"Thomas?! O God, why are you here? You can't be here!" Life surges through the shapeshifter as the chains strain to contain her attempts to escape. Orange lights burns through her veins like lava, but the color around her throat prevents her from changing. The steel door Thomas entered through opens and he rushes through and kicks Figment square in the jaw.
She doesn't fall, though the pooling blood in her mouth she spits at the new arrival.
"So love, you still have fight in you." Victor puffs. His steel gaze shifts to Thomas as he approaches.
"Ah Thomas." The growl of his own names makes Thomas dart his gaze upward to see Victor. His white hair and scared face give him that wicked facial appearance that Thomas has come to hate.
"Your awake. I was afraid that I hit you too hard for a while, but now I am mistaken."
"Leave him be Victor or so help me-"  Victor moves as a snake, with a hand to Figments pale throat he hisses his next words.
"Or you'll what? Your chained, at my mercy. Do not anger me, unless you wish for him to see what you really are." Figment lowers her head and Victor smirks, backing off.
Her wrists, ankles, and throat are all chained. Blood from torture stained her body and hair, yet her eyes still flare a fire that has never smoldered. So why doesn't she just fight?! Damn it Fig! Fight!!
"You monster." Figment whispers as her tears fall and swirl with the fresh blood on the ground and Victor laughs reveling in his moment of power.
"O no my love, you've brought me the monster." Victor draws a dagger and presses it to Thomas's throat. Figment screams protests, curses and pleads , she claws and kicks at the restraints.
"Yes! Show him what you are! Show him the monster love! Show me!" Figment's eyes change into something Thomas has never seen. Something wild, uncontrollable, a figment of herself.
"No...you won't win...I won't let you..win" the shapeshifter's voice trembles as chains are snapped in two. The knife at Thomas's throat presses deeper as though in anticipation, Victor shares the same look.
"Silly girl." A deeper, darker voice rumbles from the redhead chenchhmg her head.
"I've already won" Figments form changes into a lengthy, black, demonic version of her animistic forms. It's teeth are jagged. Claws broken into shards capable of stripping flesh from bone, and its eyes. Huge orbs of orange light with orange veins creating lines coming from the monsters eyes.
"Thomas meet Corruption, your Figments darker half." Thomas's face twist in horror as the beast lunges at the two men.