Drugged and Sold to My Own Aunt

On New Year's Eve, my girlfriend of three years, Gina Jarrey, invited me to her place for dinner with her family. Before I could even take a bite, she drugged me and left me half-conscious.

She mumbled, "If we don't pay them back, they're going to cut off my brother's hand. I had no other choice but to hand you over. Don't blame me for this. You're just unlucky for having a face identical to the man Ms. Carmelia Sanders is obsessed with. Once my brother's gambling debts are cleared, you might even end up living the high life. It's a win-win!"

My mind drifted in and out as her entire family handed me over and sent me to a mansion that looked eerily familiar.

First of all, unless I was mistaken, this place belonged to my aunt. Second, she had an extreme brother complex and had never liked any man other than Dad. And finally, years ago, a distant relative of mine got sent off to work in the mines in Frongo just for rolling his eyes at Dad.

So really, who was the unlucky one getting delivered to my aunt's doorstep? Oh my, what a tough mystery to solve.

The drug did not fully wear off yet, and I was slumped in the backseat, too weak to even lift a finger.

The conversation between Gina Jarrey, her mother Teresa Hart, and her brother Kenny Jarrey sounded muffled and distant.

Gina and I were together since college, all the way through graduation. Our relationship was stable, and we never had any major fights.

On New Year's Eve, she looked me straight in the eye and said she wanted to take me home to meet her parents to discuss getting married.

Wanting to make a good impression on her family, I spent days carefully preparing. I bought myself a brand-new cashmere coat, put together some gifts, and picked up two bottles of premium liquor along with a bunch of gift boxes. However, the moment I sat down and took a sip of the water Teresa poured for me, my vision started to blur.

"Lucas Sanders, don't blame me," Gina said, her face full of fake remorse. "We were completely backed into a corner."

"How am I supposed to come up with five million dollars? They're really going to cut off Kenny's hand!"

I tried to curse her out, but my tongue would not cooperate. All I could manage were garbled, incoherent sounds.

She continued rambling, "Don't feel too sorry for yourself. Ms. Carmelia Sanders' place isn't so bad, and she's really into guys like you. You'll be living the high life with her. Isn't that better than staying with me? I'm doing this for both of us; it's a win-win, you know?"

Win-win? I would show her a win-win, all right.

The car drove through the darkness, and the scenery outside flew past in reverse. I struggled to focus, trying to figure out where we were headed. Finally, the car