"That's very thoughtful of you. What's going to happen to you is that I'll sew your mouth shut." He cupped the side of Raphael's face and made him tilt his head, not bothered by him having closed his eyes. "Then I'll whip you bloody, my boy, for every insolence your pesky human has thrown my way."
Right now, Sam was glowering at him, but keeping his mouth shut. Biding his time, perhaps.
"Then you'll have been punished enough. Then I can start interrogating him. I think I've missed out on his importance a little."
The bravery left his body and Raphael somehow went paler as Lazar unfolded his fate to him. He snivelled and tried to curl into himself but it was impossible to move under Lazar. Sam was a mistake. He was making a mistake. And now he was going to be whipped with barely any grace.
His bravado crumbled and he hitched a small sob. "Please." Fuck. "I didn't mean it..."
"Oh, I think you meant it. That leaves only two options, my boy. Either you are not as broken as you pretended to be for so long or you really, really care about that human." What an interesting possibility the latter one was. "Which option is it?"
He crouched down and, yes, he produced the needle, already threaded, His finger was gentle when it brushed over Raphael's lips.
Sam hissed in sympathy, wishing he could intervene.
He thought he was broken too. And yet it all came out when Sam was in danger. He wanted to save him and he hated himself for it. He felt the needle pierce his lip and knew it was going to hurt like hell when being whipped later. When he cried out like this, it pulled and hurt even more.
He really cared about Sam. Damn it. That was going to make his time here worse.
Raphael tried to slur apologies through the stitches but he knew that wouldn't help. It was too late. His low grace made every stitch hurt more than it ever had before.
"Hush, my boy. You are only making it worse." Blood gathered in droplets around the stitches and dripped to the ground, weeping blood like tears. Sam was watching with wide eyes, utterly horrified. Obviously, Lazar felt none of that.
Instead he gestured to the wall, expecting Raphael to obey. "Hold on to the ring. I want you to stay in place for your punishment."
Had Sam really been worth this? He had to ask himself as he crawled to the ring and held onto it, leaning his head against the wall and questioning his decisions. He hadn't been whipped in a long time because he'd been so good. One day with Sam and it all fell apart.
Sam was dangerous. He had to be careful. He had to avoid protecting him or he was going to suffer for it.
Lazar whipped Raphael the way he always did. He had more than enough practise. He reprimanded Sam once for looking away, otherwise he kept going at a steady pace, until all the marks crisscrossed with each other and made for a beautiful pattern. Then he leaned down, running a hand through Raphael's hair.
"Punishment is over. Now you can be good again."
He turned and gestured to Sam. "Come with me. Time to ask you some questions."
Sam got up, his face filled with concern while he looked at Raphael. He felt guilty, as he always did. He always brought pain and despair wherever he went.
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Right now, Sam was glowering at him, but keeping his mouth shut. Biding his time, perhaps.
"Then you'll have been punished enough. Then I can start interrogating him. I think I've missed out on his importance a little."
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His bravado crumbled and he hitched a small sob. "Please." Fuck. "I didn't mean it..."
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He crouched down and, yes, he produced the needle, already threaded, His finger was gentle when it brushed over Raphael's lips.
Sam hissed in sympathy, wishing he could intervene.
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He really cared about Sam. Damn it. That was going to make his time here worse.
Raphael tried to slur apologies through the stitches but he knew that wouldn't help. It was too late. His low grace made every stitch hurt more than it ever had before.
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Instead he gestured to the wall, expecting Raphael to obey. "Hold on to the ring. I want you to stay in place for your punishment."
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Sam was dangerous. He had to be careful. He had to avoid protecting him or he was going to suffer for it.
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"Punishment is over. Now you can be good again."
He turned and gestured to Sam. "Come with me. Time to ask you some questions."
Sam got up, his face filled with concern while he looked at Raphael. He felt guilty, as he always did. He always brought pain and despair wherever he went.