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Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 47

The man kicked Winona several times. “Bitch, I’ve lost two hundred thousand dollars because of you! I must teach you a lesson!”

As hard as Winona tried to get to her feet, she couldn’t because her limbs had gone numb. Biting her lower lip, she glowered at the man and warned, “You’d better not come near me or you’ll be punished.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch! I’ll show you who’s boss!”

Just as the man was removing his belt, all the projector screens on the yacht suddenly lit up at the same time. It only happened when somebody made a bid higher than the total amount of all other bids.

It was a staggering sight for everyone. Considering that Winona’s price was already higher than the average, the total amount of all the bids for her must be at least more than twenty million dollars. It was hard to believe that someone was willing to splurge that amount just to spend three days in private with her!

Winona, who was losing her consciousness, collapsed on the cushion. By the time she woke up, she found herself in a luxurious-looking cabin.

“Ms. Winston, are you finally awake?”

The voice rang a bell with Winona. Slowly, she sat upright so that she could take a better look at the person. Her heart lurched when she saw his face. “How come you’re here?”

“Hahaha… I’m the only one in the world who’s willing to pay so much money for you. Fate brings us together, Ms. Winston.”

The man who was holding a glass of wine with a gloating expression on his face was Casey Smith.

Sizing Winona up, he commented, “Guess what? I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you on the yacht just now. You were brought here by one of Matt’s enemies, weren’t you? Girl, I feel bad for you. Why don’t you just be my girl instead? At least, you won’t end up being a hooker.”

With a faint smile, Winona said, “I’m sorry, I can’t understand the language of your species.”

In his exasperation, Casey splashed the wine on her face and growled, “Tonight is the night I exact revenge on Matt Snider! Do you know why I didn’t touch you when you were sleeping? It’s because I want you to be aware of the humiliation and remember it forever! In that case, you’ll think about me every time you make love to Matt in the future!”

Cackling maniacally, Casey pulled out his belt and unclothed himself until only his briefs remained. “What do you think about my body? I bet it’s as nice as Matt’s. Don’t worry, I’ll be even gentler to you than him, and I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

He lunged toward Winona and pinned her body down with his crushing weight. The sight of Winona’s naked body set him on fire.

“Which sex position do you prefer? Do you like to be on top or otherwise?”

Winona beguiled him with a captivating smile.

While he was distracted, she flipped around and sat astride him.

“I see… You’re the type of woman who likes to be in control.”

With a creepy smile, Winona pushed his hands up and tied them together with his belt with admirable deftness.

Immediately, Casey sensed something was amiss. “Ms. Winston, you’d better drop the idea of escaping. You won’t be able to make it past the door because my men are waiting outside.”

She touched his beard and said playfully, “Let’s play a game.”

“Oh? Now you’re making me excited.”

Smiling, Winona put a pillow on his face as she reached for the fruit knife on the bedside table.

“You asked for my preference just now, didn’t you? Well, I’m great at doing surgeries. That’s what I’m going to do to you right now!”

The next second, Winona pressed the pillow hard against Casey’s face. Just as he was getting out of his breath, she plunged the knife down on her target skillfully.

“You didn’t feel any pain just now, did you?”

Casey felt something wet in between his legs. Horrified, he yelled, “Bitch, what exactly did you do to me?”

“As a doctor, I won’t kill you. However, I’ve deprived you of your criminal tool.”

Winona had done a castration on him!

Casey, who flew off the handle, raged, “You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!”

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