The old man slid a finger through the narrow bars of the bamboo cage and flicked Jeff's dick, really hard. The tiny fairy-boy crumpled to his knees on the floor, his wings folded automatically over his back as Jeff groaned.
"I can do much worse to you," the old man warned before he spun the cage and tucked it beneath a dark, heavy cloak.
After an indeterminable amount of time, the old man pulled out the small cage and, using the gold chain, fastened it to a hook in the ceiling above the front counter at the store. The cage allowed just enough room for Jeff to stand and, wrapping his tiny fists around two of the thin bamboo bars, attempt to negotiate again.
"Please, let me go," he said. "I'm sorry, honest to god!"
"You can work off your debt," the old man said and leered at the naked fairy-boy in his small cage. "It shouldn't take more than a few weeks. Maybe a couple of months. I forgot, I will still have to feed you, and it won't be out of the goodness of my heart. You'll earn your keep."
Jeff reacted with a very convincing tantrum of rage, hurling squeaky insults at the old man, who simply shrugged and laughed them off.
"Brave words, but remember that if you displease me I can simply detach those delicate wings and then stomp you beneath my boot."
Jeff took a step back from the bars of the bamboo cage, aghast at the threat. He was beginning to believe that the old man might just make good on his horrible threats.