Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 46

Winona was pushed by the fat woman into a small room full of pretty girls. They were dressed up just like she was. Grief and fear were written all over their faces. Some of them were shedding tears.

The fat woman slapped those girls. "Stop crying! I'm leading you to a bright future. Once a boss takes a liking to you, you will live in prosperity."

The fat woman received a call and went out.

Winona asked, "What is this place?"

"Don't you know? We're at the Devil's Party in the bay."

Winona gasped in awe. Back in Coscana, she had heard of it. Rumor had it that the party was held for rich and powerful people seeking thrills. On the yacht, those girls would be priced and bought by the highest bidders. They couldn't take the girls away but had three days and nights to play with them. During the period, those men disregarded everything. Some of the girls would die and be thrown into the sea.

She immediately realized that Logan was lying about making a move in three days. Before catching Matt, he might not kill her but would definitely make her suffer.

After a while, the fat woman came back, wriggling her fat waist and hips. "Girls, time for our show."

She opened the front door, and everyone saw a transparent glass-paved road leading to the hall.

They went over and saw the hall infested with people wearing masks of different shapes. Those were the so-called buyers. In the middle of the hall, there was a large pool, and an inflatable bed was floating.

At that moment, a buyer was holding a girl and thrusting violently with a smirk on his face. The girl's face was covered with tears, but those around her were booing.

The host announced excitedly, "Customer #118 can't wait to inspect the goods. If you're satisfied, please pay the bills and take this woman to your VIP room."

The girl kept crying. The buyer kicked her off the floating bed and cursed, "Damn, what a buzzkill!"

"Help, help…"

The girl didn't know how to swim and struggled in the pool desperately. Those spectators simply looked on.

Winona was infuriated and distressed by the scene. Those people were inhuman. They sought happiness from other people's sufferings. They were beasts.

She jumped into the pool, did her best to fish the girl up, let her lie down, and pressed her chest vigorously.

"Barf..."

The girl spat out the water, opened her eyes slightly, and mumbled weakly, "Thank you…"

The fat woman came up in a huff. "Who let you save her? Women disliked by the buyers should die. That's the rule!"

Winona helped the girl up. Her eyes were blazing with anger. "The so-called rule is what? Trampling on dignity and profiting from sensationalism?"

"Damn, how dare you talk back!"

The fat woman raised her greasy hand to slap her, but she bent over slightly. The fatty stumbled and fell into the pool.

"Help, help! I can't swim!"

As the fat figure made big splashes, people all around clapped their hands and cheered.

Winona took the microphone away from the host's hand. "Everyone, wager on how long she can hang in there!"

"I'll bet 600,000 dollars that she'll die in five minutes."

"I'll bet one million that she'll die in ten."

"I'll bet two million…"

In the blink of an eye, the wager went as high as millions of dollars, and the fat woman was at her last gasp.