The light was gone as Chris became an insect. The witch had turn him into a fly. The witch grab him, with her fingers, before he escape. She made sure she didn't squish him.
"Perfect. A fly for my new frog." She then open the purse. "Here you go Damon. A nice juicy fly for you."
She place Chris, in the jar, as he met a hungry frog that was once his friend. She pull the jar out and wanted to see if Damon would eat him. She place the jar, on the table, and watch.
Chris begs for his life. "Please Damon don't eat me. Come on were good friends right?" Chris ask.
"Friends. We stop being friends when you left me. It's always your fault Chris. Your schemes always fail. I'm always the one who gets the blame. I serve a longer sentence then you. Goodbye Chris. It was nice knowing you."
Damon lash out his tounge and grab Chris. Chris finds himself, going to Damon, as he was in Damon's mouth. Damon bites down and eats Chris. He was now going to be digested in his belly.
"Did you enjoy that my little frog?" Damon croaks, in response, and hops up and down.
"Such a cute frog. Tell you what. When we get home. I'll conjure up a nice little pond, for you, to swim around."
The witch place the jar, back in her purse, and heads home as Damon enjoy his tasty meal that was once his friend Chris.