Damon was certainly happy to have been bought by an attractive young witch. It was much better than the old repulsive hags he had seen before and which corresponded a lot more to the image of witches he had imagined his whole life. However, even if he got the most beautiful witch to buy him, Damon fully realised that ultimately it did not change much about his fate. Who knew if this witch, though very beautiful, did not have evil plans in mind? After all, if she wanted to chop him up in little pieces for a vile brew, what was to stop her? How did it matter if she was pretty or not while doing it? And even if she just wanted a pet - a very traditional one at that- Damon remained a stupid frog, barred from enjoying nice human entertaining activities. He'd be stuck eating bugs and not burgers anymore! That was what his life had in store for him? Living in a terrarium and hopping about in the mud, covered in slime, with no TV or video games? No thanks! And the worst was that even if he made it to the outside, well, he wasn't better off. On the contrary, the outdoors was full of hungry animals, car wheels speeding on roads and other dangers he wasn't aware of. He was new to all this frog thing! And if he'd known, he never would have entered into that witch's house! Better actual prison than this ridiculous transformation! He wanted his old life back! He couldn't have been as bad as to deserve this! His attention was suddenly diverted back to the witch who had returned, heels clicking.
"Do I have plans for you!" she singsonged happily.
Damion gulped. Maybe he should be quite worried at the moment...