"Please don't punish me." Raphael begged as he sat back on his knees, staring at Lazar with such misery. He wondered what it was. The whip. Fire. His wings again. He couldn't take the pain of his wings, they never recovered but they could always be hurt more and more.

At the mention of a toy, he shook his head, not sure what it was but he assumed it would be painful and would hurt a lot.