Chapter 1: Is this really how things are going to end?

Author's POV (or narrator)

Alone in the night, in the bustling streets of Los Angeles, we could see two silhouettes belonging to two individuals.

It was a man and a woman holding hands as they walked peacefully along the street. They seemed to have spent a long night together and were now about to part ways.

"The evening wasn't bad, was it, darling?" declared the man with a smug smile on his face.

"You seem proud to have taken your fiancée to a five-star restaurant for the first time," replied the woman, wiping away fake tears.

"Martha, you know your happiness is the most important thing to me, right?" the man reassured in a gentle voice.

Despite his attempt to reassure her, Martha continued to pout.

"Don't be like that, you know I always do my best for you, my teddy bear," he said, squeezing the woman's hand a little tighter.

"Thomas, you're lucky you're cute, otherwise I would have already hit you for saying such words on the way," declared Martha, embarrassed by the pet name her fiancé often used to refer to her.

"You're cute too. No, I should say beautiful?" Thomas declared as if talking to himself, but the sly smile on his lips said otherwise.

"Looking at you tonight, I remember now why I got engaged to you," he said, putting his arm around Martha's shoulder.

"Engaged, yes, but you haven't married me yet, and until you do, I don't completely belong to you," she replied teasingly. From Thomas's point of view, Martha looked like a little vixen.

These words only fueled the fire of desire in Thomas, but also his playful side. The man didn't hesitate to slap her bottom before running away a little further.

The young couple seemed happy. They had met only a few years ago.

Thomas was the son of a prosperous business owner to his knowledge, and he currently lived in Los Angeles with Martha since their departure from Paris.

Brown-haired, tall, and rich, Thomas had everything to please the female population in his new city. Especially since despite his wealthy background, Thomas wasn't a spoiled brat who wasted his money.

Martha was a woman who had grown up in the countryside, but unlike her relatives who had decided to stay there, she aspired to more.

She was a brown-haired woman, short in stature, and blessed by Mother Nature with curves that attracted attention. She might have come from a lower social class compared to Thomas, but she was very attractive nonetheless and had ambition.

This unlikely young couple, formed by a chance encounter in a bar, had surprisingly grown closer to end up becoming engaged.

"Alright, we're in front of your place," said Thomas, in a slightly frustrated tone.

"What a gentleman you are, thank you for walking me home, Mr. I'm-Rich-But-I-Don't-Have-A-Car-Anymore," the woman declared with a mocking smile.

"Listen, I've already told you that my license was confiscated. I promise, when I get it back, I'll take you on a tour of the city in my new Lamborghini," Thomas said, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just waiting to see that. Thanks again for this excellent evening, it was superb," Martha said before turning around and gently opening the door.

"Wait, Martha, before you go, I'd like to..." Thomas declared, energetically grabbing Martha's arm to hold her back.

She was surprised by his gesture and turned around to express her displeasure, but she was greeted by the sight of Thomas on his knees presenting her with a small box.

"Will you... marry me?" Thomas expressed, despite his embarrassment.

Martha didn't hesitate, she had been waiting for Thomas to make up his mind and finally it had happened. She jumped for joy.

"Yesss..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. Reflexively, Thomas dropped the box and caught Martha's body in his arms.

"That was a gunshot, Martha. Are you okay? Let's get to safety!" he whispered, before noticing the gaping hole in his fiancée's skull and her lifeless body in his arms.

"Martha?" he said in shock.

Tears began to slowly roll down his cheeks, followed by a desperate cry for help.

He knew she wouldn't make it, but he wanted to believe and hope.

"Hey, shut up, you scum," said a man wearing a balaclava with a gun in his hands. Before Thomas could fully grasp the situation, he gave him a violent kick that knocked him unconscious.

...

A few hours later.

Screams of pain could be heard in an abandoned warehouse.

"Shut up, you son of a bitch. I've barely woken you up and you're already crying," declared the man, frowning.

He had just stabbed a knife into Thomas's leg and seemed to be slowly twisting it.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Thomas cried out in rage. He was clearly trying to contain the pain coming from his leg.

"Calm down, idiot. You're our merchandise now. Your father sold you to us to settle some past debts," said the man with a smirk, brutally removing the knife from his leg.

"You're lying! My father is an honest and fair man, he would never sell me for whatever reason," Thomas shouted back.

"Haha, I see you really live in your bubble, idiot, haha," said the man, mocking him.

"Anyway, I don't care if you don't believe me," declared the man, playing with his knife.

Thomas remained silent for a moment, it seemed he really had nothing to negotiate with. He began to think there was no escape through negotiation.

"Martha, where is she?" he whispered, head down towards the man who had kidnapped him.

"Martha? Ah, I think you're talking about the bitch you were walking with," he said, tapping his forehead as if trying to remember something.

"I couldn't dispose of the body properly due to lack of personnel, so I brought her here to feed my dogs. There, she's over there, look," he explained, pointing to a dimly lit corner of the warehouse.

There were faint sounds of torn flesh coming from that area. Thomas could see, although with difficulty, dogs chewing on something voraciously.

At first, he didn't want to accept it. Martha couldn't have ended up like this, but he saw a dog struggling with a head and it was indeed Martha's.

He could see the expression on her face, it was that of a happy woman, but unfortunately that made the scene even more frightening.

"Haha, looks like even dead, that whore is still excited to see your dick," said the man in an amused tone while observing Martha's face.

Thomas, tied up, was boiling with rage. He clenched his teeth so hard that his gums started to bleed.

Despite this, reality isn't DBZ. There won't be a Super Saiyan born tonight.

"If you want to show your dick so badly, go ahead," declared the man before removing Thomas's pants.

"Stop, you sick bastard. What are you doi..." Thomas didn't have time to finish his sentence before having his tongue ripped out with pliers.

A scream of pain filled the room. Thomas could no longer speak. His tongue had been torn out and blood was accumulating in his mouth in large quantities.

"Good, now you won't risk annoying me with your talking anymore. Oh, look what we have here? You have a nice dick, huh? I know someone who's lucky, but the bitch can't be the only one to enjoy it," said the man before completely removing his own pants.

"You see, I've always preferred men to women," said the man with his already hard sex in front of Thomas's face.

What followed were long hours of all kinds of molestation that even Satan wouldn't want to see his worst enemy endure.

In the end, Thomas couldn't avenge Martha's death and he died from overexertion due to the various men who played with his body in turns.

...

Thomas's POV

"Honey! Honey! They're twins!" cried an excited male voice.

"Where am I?" I thought. Before I could even open my eyes, the first thing I noticed was my inability to speak.

This also reminded me that that bastard had torn out my tongue.

"Am I still in the warehouse? I must try to escape and get revenge," I thought, trying to move.

But my silence was quickly broken by the sound of crying and screaming. I couldn't feel my legs or arms.

I couldn't feel any muscles in my limbs, it was a frightening feeling.

"It's a girl and a boy! Congratulations, my love!" said the same excited voice from earlier.

Suddenly, before I could even understand what was happening, I had the sensation of being carried, which reflexively forced me to open my eyes.

*heee* A cry rang out.

"I was worried he wasn't crying, but it seems the problem solved itself," said the humanoid creature who was holding me tenderly.

"A frog! A talking frog!" I said to myself, shocked.

Despite my words or screams, it simply translated into the cries of a baby.

"Oh, looks like his sister is quieter than him after all," said the frog who was carrying me enthusiastically.

"Her, I'll call Maddie and the one you're holding... Hmmm, I'd say Guts," said an extremely weakened female voice.

"Wait, she said Guts! Like the Guts from..." I couldn't finish my sentence before fatigue overwhelmed me.

"Great, my first children Maddie and Guts Flour!"

...

After spending a few weeks here, I was able to assimilate and understand certain things.

First, I died and reincarnated in a cartoon I had watched in my spare time called Amphibia.

I reincarnated as a frog as the son of Mr. Flour, a minor character who rarely appears, but his daughter Maddie, my sister, was more present in the story.

She was one of the characters I appreciated the most and I find that ending up as her brother isn't so bad.

"Me, Thomas, I ended up as a tadpole in a world as dangerous as Amphibia?" These thoughts both made me laugh and terrified me.

Even after several days, I still have trouble fully believing it, but I must accept it to facilitate my evolution in this world that has many fascinating opportunities to offer me.

The loser I was on Earth no longer exists here. I must be better, I must become something more...