${name} entered his home, jar in hand, and made a beeline for the basement.
His trap had finally caught a Seelie court fairy, and just at the start of the season too. The creatures had been quite hard to find in his part of the countryside ever since capturing them became a common hobby.
${name} peered into the container to see Camellia sulking quietly inside, her last glimpse of sunlight fading away as the two of them descended down the grimy staircase.
The basement was dank and reeked of mold, the walls speckled with black patches of fuzz. Camellia covered her nose as he set her down onto a worktable set against the back wall and lit by a flickering old desk lamp.
"Welcome to Hell," ${name} said.
He allowed his captive a moment to fully take in the environment, grinning as horror washed over her face. The table, the shelves, even sections of the floor held a myriad of torture implements selected perfectly for her tiny form. Syringes, eyedroppers, dental tools, various balsa wood structures. The purposes of some of the devices weren't immediately understandable to the fairy, causing her imagination to run wild.
The man adhered a beaded chain pen-anchor to the work table. Rather than a pen at the end, however, the beaded chain ended with a tiny leather collar.
"As you can see," he began, "I've been planning this out for quite a while. I'm a craftsman by trade, you see."
${name} grabbed the lid of the jar and began unscrewing it as he continued.
"Curious how they work? That's okay, we've got plenty of time to-"
Everything went black.
...
"Oh, finally awake?" spoke a loud but familiar voice.
${name} pulled himself up and looked around to get his bearings.
"What's the matter? Don't recognize your own basement?"
It was then that he realized: Camellia had shrunken him down. He looked up to see her looming overhead, just as large as he once was!
"Please, don't kill me!" he cried.
"Kill? Oh don't you worry about that," she replied. "Death is too good for fairy torturers."