Raphael flinched and recoiled from Sam, pressing himself deeper into the corner. He looked up at him briefly, eyes wide and full of mistrust, before he wrapped his arms even tighter around himself and hid his head again. What did Lazar want? Toy? How was Sam a toy? What was he expecting from Raphael now?

How did he handle this? Was Lazar watching? There were too many questions in his head and not enough answers. He just wanted to be a good boy.