How the frog took him...

How the frog took him...

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In the middle of the winter of 1939, one of the most renowned bounty hunters, who worked under the pseudonym frog, received an assignment from the Nazis. The target was a young man who was open about his homosexuality before the Second World War began. Now he kept a low profile and only information about his whereabouts had disappeared. The principals saw homosexuality as a threat to be extinguished. After all, you fight fire with fire. "The Frog" will have to seduce him in order to get further stays of the infected. Something, however, has been kept away from him.... ---------------------------- Thank you very much for reading my description! Since this story takes place during the Second World War, certain characters express anti-Semitic and homophobic views. I would like to distance myself from this as far as possible. I do not hold any of these opinions! And now that most of the table has been yeeted down, I wish you much fun (or emotions) while reading. /(^-^)/ -finished yaaay ^^ Background of the book cover: Dreamstime.com
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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