Red came back holding a box, he had put on my pants or so I think, it was hard to concentrate and I had to keep myself from falling asleep. Soon though he took the bottle again and put it on it's side. "Come out, come out" he called and even though I didn't want to obey him, at least I could fly free if I escaped the bottle. I crawled on my hands through the wine and pulled myself from it but as soon as my upper body was out, he grabbed me and pushed me onto the desk.
"Now this might hurt a bit" he said with sadistic glee as grabbed my fine wings and pulled them clean off, like someone ripping them from an insect. The bastard lie it hurt like if they had pulled the hair from my scalp. "Don't be such a whiner, I put you in wine so you would be somewhat numb. Beside they grow back... eventually. But I don't want you to run away."
He dropped me in what appeared to be a shoebox. And had a jar with dirt. "I want to play a bit with you. Against this guys." He picked something from the jar and dropped infront of me. It was an ant and to my new dizzy and diminutive state it looked as big as a dog.