CW: Tiny death (and implied revival)
You remain unresponsive, hanging from his finger. You stare daggers at him, determined to not give him what he wants.
"So, ya want to do this the hard way? We can do that. Just know, it will hurt a lot more for you then it will for me."
You prepare yourself, expecting to be dropped into his mouth, but instead you find yourself being lowered down to the ground. He sets you down and covers you with his boot, trapping you in darkness and stench once again. You can hear shuffling and movement going on outside, but the exact specifics of what's going on are far too vague. Eventually he returns, lifting the boot off of you and holding a flask. Inside the flask is a sickeningly green liquid.
"Ya know what this is?"
He shakes the flask before popping off the cork and pouring the liquid into a syringe.
"This is a potion of respawning. One of the scientist from the kingdom made it. Originally it was to stop soldiers from falling in battle, allowing them a second chance at life. The stuff it hard to come by, but we orcs have found another use for it..."
He had an evil glint in his eye as he moved forward with the syringe.
"Just a little sting... it won't hurt. yet."
He uses one hand to hold you down and the other to prepare the syringe. The syringe wasn't made for someone your size. In fact the syringe itself is about the size of your whole body. The point of the needle looked like it had been tampered with, shaved down to be able to pierce the skin of a fairy. That's when you finally break. You give him what you want and you start to beg.
"Good bug. That's what I wanted to hear, but it's too little too late. The sound of your begging is music to my ears, and I want more. Ya see, recently we figured out something fun. Magic beings like fairies interact strangely with the potion. One potion is all it takes to make small, magical beings, ones like ya, respawn as many times as they need. And trust me, you're going to need to respawn a lot while I got my hands on ya."
He injects the syringe into the space on your back between your beaten wings. At first its a simple cooling sensation spreading slowly across your back, but as he adds more the amount of liquid starts to become too much. You feel like your body is being blown up like a water balloon as the sickeningly green liquid starts coming out of your pores, and eventually you watch in horror as it starts coming out of your mouth. He keeps filling you with the potion until...
Pop!