Tiny man for sale Shrunk in an airport chapter 15 by Louka31

Note: dialogue with * is in French and you won't be able to understand it.

You look up and see the giant pet store owner smiling down at you. She's a slim woman in her mid-twenties with long black hair tied in a pony tail. She also has dark brown eyes and pale skin and she's wearing a work uniform with what you assume is the name of the store on it. You can't tell for sure since the words are in French. You knew you had to somehow get this woman to understand you and help you.

"You have to help me miss!" you should up at her. "I was shrunk by the friend of the woman who dropped me off here!"

The woman just gave you a confused expression, but it quickly turned to a warm smile.

*"Well, aren't you the cutest little thing I ever did see. Fatimah told me she has a weird friend who gives her strange gifts but I had no idea that this is what she meant. It's a shame she can't keep you."* the woman says to you. *"Well don't worry, we will find you a new home very soon!"*

You quickly realize that she doesn't speak English, and you also realize you're in trouble as the woman takes an empty jar off the shelf behind her and reaches for you. You start to run away but the woman blocks her path with her giant hand and it quickly wraps around your tiny body and hoists you into the air. The woman brings you to her face and playfully wiggles her finger in front of you.

*"What a feisty little man you are. I know you must be scared but I promise that nobody will hurt you. I'll make sure that whoever buys you will take good care of you. If you're a good little boy, I will even make sure they speak English so you can understand them"* the woman says, winking at you.

Before you have a chance to even try to comprehend what the pet store owner just said to you, she carefully lowers you into the glass jar and seals it with a lid with four small holes. She giggles as she writes €500 with a permanent marker on the front of your jar. She then carries you over to the window sill and sets you on the counter facing the front of the store. Then the sad truth hits you. You are being put up for sale in a pet store. You sit down in the jar with your face burried into your knees trying not to break down into tears. You realize that your fate is better than being eaten but you still don't want to be sold as a pet. You feel hopeless and hamulated being put on display for the entire world to see, knowing that you are nothing more than a pet for someone to buy.

What happens next?