deafxing:

Yixing, still ignoring the males beside and infront of him in the car, suddenly feels how the car stops and the engine is turned off. They’ve arrived somewhere, anywhere, all he sees are trees, all he hears are the faint sounds of people breathing, all he smells is the fresh spring lingering in the air - still wet from the rain the night before. He’s lead out of the car, a man walking next to him, up towards a large warehouse. Then he notices it, smaller and bigger dripplets of blood on the path they’ve been walking for a couple of minutes now. It hits him, Bucky should be in that building and he wants to run, run into the warehouse to find the male he’s utterly scared to face, but as soon as he steps too quick, a hand around his lower arm prevents him from doing so by tightening their grip.

He glares up at the male beside him, who on his turn simply smirk at him and extands a hand to ruffle up his hair, receiving another glare from Yixing who merely pulls his head away. ”Listen kid, I have no time for this kind of bullshit. Just be nice and walk with me towards this building, I wouldn’t want to tie you up.” And for a moment, Yixing gives the man every right to think so. As long as he can stretch the time that he’ll be free from any ties or chains, he’ll have more minutes- or seconds, to figure out how he’ll reach Bucky, manage to get him out of there and gamble his own life for it.

His lips shiver, his throat aching for a cigarette and he looks up at the male with pleading eyes, which makes hi stop. ”Can I have a cigarette?” He mumbles, the man’s face loosening up for a moment and he sighs deeply, his hand already reaching for his pocket, trying to find an old pack of cigarettes. ”Make it quick, kiddo. I can’t stand those pleading eyes, but I also want no troubles with my boss.” The man mumbles, forcing the cigarette between Yixing’s lips as he lightens it, the grip on his arm tightening for security.

That’s when he notices, a deep sound of breathing coming from the warehouse, echoing between the steel walls. Bucky. Yixing is aware that it might not be one of his better plans, that he might not be smart as he may lose Bucky with this idea- but it’s the only idea he can come up with to save Bucky, for now, that is. So he tosses the half brned cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with his foot.

”Bring me to your boss.. I am on your side now.”

Large number of punches were thrown at him, resulting him to grunt and groan in pain but laughter just keeps getting out of him. “You think you can drag any witch and recite a spell to open up that door? Think again.” he gave a sinister grin, knowing that the man knows what he’s talking about. He definitely pissed the man as his cheeks were held hard by the chubby fingers that he felt on his skin and the hot cigar smelling breath up in his face. He could feel his body just draining more and more energy from him and he doesn’t even know if he could conjure up a quick spell to at least heal himself. “Tell me, how many witches you’ve used and ended up with dried up corpse?” His voice suddenly changes into a more serious tone. “I bet plenty.”

The man then grabs a lighter and burns a piece of his skin on his chest, causing him to shriek in pain where a gust of wind just appears out of nowhere and a small black patch appeared on his skin. He was definitely weakened by the fire, where warlocks are not immune to. They’re able to possess but never immune to it. 

“Get him out of my sight! Chain him from his neck and down to this ankles. DON’T LET THAT MAN SIT UNTIL HE GIVES US WHAT WE WANT!” the male just shouted angrily while Bucky’s weakened body was drag to a wall where he was chained around the neck, his wrists and ankles and his blindfold was taken off also.