My roommate Mariana Smith actually drugged me, Sienna Lynch, and sold me to an illegal organ trafficking organization just to buy luxury handbags. Mariana said, “A kidney’s worth five hundred thousand dollars, and she’s got Rh-negative blood!” A man’s voice replied, “I’ll give you six hundred thousand. Remember, keep your mouth shut!” The doctor approached me with a syringe in hand. Suddenly, I realized he was Connor Wood, our former family doctor. ***** In the cramped storage room, I lay bound with ropes on the cold floor. Outside the window, a man and woman were quietly discussing my fate. “Of course I won’t talk, but what about her? Are you sure you can control her?” The speaker was Mariana, my roommate for the past two years. She’d been constantly complaining lately about being broke and unable to afford the designer bag she’d wanted for so long. I had even suggested she get a part-time job to earn money. She said she’d figure something out, but who could have imagined her solution would be selling my kidney! Cold sweat broke out in my palms. Anyone involved in illegal organ trafficking was definitely dangerous! To prevent me from exposing their secret, they might even kill me outright! “That’s not your concern. We’ve been in this business for years—we know how to handle things.” The man in the white coat waved dismissively. He shoved a briefcase at Mariana, lowering his voice in warning: “Keep your mouth shut!” When he turned around, I clearly saw the distinctive hook-shaped scar on his forehead. I remembered that scar well. It belonged to Connor, our family doctor. Until I was ten, he had been responsible for my healthcare. Later, because my cousin Calvin Lynch had health issues, my father George Lynch arranged for him to transfer to work at my aunt Freya Lynch’s house. I hadn’t seen him in over ten years, but I’d always remembered that scar on his forehead. I curled up my bound feet and kicked over the nearby mop with all my strength. The dull thud startled the people outside, and several pairs of eyes turned toward me. Ignoring whatever expression Mariana might have, I stared directly at Connor, desperately making muffled sounds. I screamed in my mind: “It’s me! Please save me!” They were only in this business for money. George would definitely pay any price to rescue me! “How is she awake?” Connor seemed annoyed and told Mariana, “You should leave now. This is no longer your concern.” Mariana couldn’t wait to take the money and leave. Without even glancing at me, she walked away. Connor pushed open the half-closed door and looked down at me condescendingly. “Someone important urgently needs an Rh-negative kidney. You’re just an ordinary college student—struggling won’t help. Accept your fate.” Hearing his arrogant tone, I was stunned. He didn’t recognize me? “Mmph!” Ignoring the searing pain as the tape pulled at my face, I desperately tried to make noise. Connor looked at me coldly. “Once you’re here, screaming won’t help even if you shout yourself hoarse. There’s no one around. Be cooperative—it’s better for both of us.” I struggled frantically, deliberately shaking my hair away to reveal the birthmark on my neck. It was a distinctively shaped five-pointed star birthmark. He had cared for me for ten whole years—there was no way he wouldn’t remember it. Sure enough, Connor slowly approached. He crouched in front of me, carefully examining the birthmark, and said hesitantly, “I’ll remove the tape now, but don’t scream. Even if you do, it won’t help—no one can hear you here. You’ll only make things worse for yourself.” I nodded vigorously to show I understood. I didn’t need to scream anymore—I just needed to reveal my identity. Connor ripped the tape off my face, and tears streamed down from the pain. But I couldn’t worry about that. I immediately called out in a hoarse voice: “I’m Sienna! Sienna Lynch! My father is George Lynch. If you want money, he’ll pay you!”
I kept my guard up and didn’t dare reveal that I recognized him. He was in a dangerous line of work where death could come at any moment. What if he decided to kill me to keep his secret? Even when I flipped my hair earlier, I deliberately made it look like I was struggling. I looked at him with pleading eyes: “If you want money, I can give it to you. Just let me go, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” “You…” Connor frowned, clearly hesitating. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. A burly, bald man covered in muscle, Tate James, walked over and asked impatiently, “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and take her for the compatibility test.” Connor gave me a long look, then stood up and said to Tate, “She seems to be George’s daughter.” Tate paused for a moment, then sneered, “Just because she says so? If she really were George’s daughter, how could she possibly end up in a place like this?” I quickly spoke up: “Give me an account number right now, and I’ll transfer money to you immediately! Is a million dollars enough? Just let me go, and we can negotiate any amount!” “Bullsh*t!” Tate spat right in front of me. “You think I haven’t seen the world? A million dollars and you think you can pretend to be the richest man’s daughter? “Don’t try to play games with me. Once you’re in this place, don’t expect to leave alive!” My mouth was sealed with tape again. They stuffed me into a dog cage and drew a vial of blood for compatibility testing. After that, no one paid attention to me, except for the occasional person who came in to give me IV fluids. The people who came to give injections never said a word and completely ignored my muffled struggles. I don’t know how much time passed, but just when I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer, I finally heard voices. “Mrs. Lynch, look, the compatibility test was successful. The reports are all here – this will definitely save your son.” It was Tate’s voice, exceptionally fawning in tone. I forced my eyes open and saw two pairs of legs standing outside the cage. “Good, as long as it’s a match. This is Sienna?” A familiar voice reached my ears. I stared in disbelief and jerked my head up. I saw familiar clothing, a familiar face. It was my aunt Freya! My father only had this one sister, who had been pampered since childhood. She had always been good to me, sometimes making me feel she cared for me even more than my own mother. Why was she here? The “important person” Tate mentioned was actually her? The person who needed a kidney transplant was Calvin? I used my last bit of strength to frantically kick at the cage. Aunt Freya! Aunt Freya, save me! Freya finally noticed me. Under my hopeful gaze, she slowly crouched down until we were eye to eye. She wore a smile, but it was ice-cold, nothing like the gentle Freya from my memories. She said, “Oh my, isn’t this my little princess? How did you end up looking like this?” She reached out and roughly tore the tape from my mouth, the violent motion making my cheeks burn with pain. I looked at her through tears: “Aunt Freya, save me!” “Ha.” She just looked at me with a cold laugh. “Save you? My son is waiting for your kidney to save his life. If I save you, who’s going to save my son?” I licked my cracked lips, my eyes still pleading: “Aunt Freya, if Calvin really needs it, I’m willing to donate my kidney to him.” Calvin was my only cousin. If I really was a compatibility match, how could I possibly be unwilling to save him? “Ha, you talk a good game! You’d risk your own health to save my son?” Freya looked at me sideways, clearly not believing me at all. She didn’t give me another chance to argue, turning to Tate with instructions: “Watch her carefully. Schedule the surgery for tomorrow.” Tate pulled out a syringe and shook it: “Mrs. Lynch, don’t worry. I’ll make sure she sleeps right through to the operating table.” Freya said, “Control the dosage properly. I don’t care if she sleeps to death, just don’t let it affect my son’s transplant surgery.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital room. My hands and feet were tightly bound to the hospital bed. Thick tape covered my mouth, stretched so tight it made my face ache. I could hear voices talking outside the door. “Why did you choose this hospital? Can the doctors here really perform the transplant surgery properly?” That deep voice—it was George’s voice, the one I knew so well! I jerked my head toward the window and saw George and Freya standing outside! Hope for survival instantly overwhelmed me. I struggled desperately, twisting my body and trying to make noise to get George’s attention. In my heart, I screamed: “Dad!” My hands and feet were bound so tightly I’d almost lost all feeling. But none of that mattered—I could still move my neck. Fighting through the excruciating pain in my arms being pulled, I kept banging my head against the bed rail. I prayed silently over and over: “Dad, please look at me!” As if hearing the commotion, George instinctively turned his head. But just as he was about to make eye contact with me, Freya reached out and took his arm. She said: “This is the only place I can find a kidney donor to save Calvin. George, please don’t ask so many questions. Trust me—how could I possibly harm my own son?” George’s attention returned to her, and he didn’t look my way again. He said: “Fine, as long as we can save Calvin, whatever it takes.” “Yes, I really had no other choice.” Freya wiped her tears, leaning weakly against George’s shoulder. But from an angle George couldn’t see, she glared at me viciously, with a hint of smugness in her eyes. I bit the tip of my tongue, using the pain to keep myself calm. I absolutely couldn’t give up! I struggled with all my might, making the old hospital bed creak and groan. “What’s that noise?” George turned around in confusion, looking toward me again. Freya tried to stop him, but it was too late. George’s gaze had already fallen on me. “This…” Through the glass window, George showed a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with this child? Why did the hospital tie her up like this?” I froze, thinking: “Dad doesn’t recognize me?” Freya suddenly smiled, staring at me as she said: “I heard she has violent tendencies and hurts people.” George nodded: “I see.” Seeing George about to look away again, I desperately widened my eyes and continued banging my head against the bed rail. I knew George too well. Even toward strangers, seeing me like this, he definitely wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing! Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, George brushed away Freya’s hand and walked straight into the room. Freya shouted: “George! What are you doing! Calvin will be here soon! Why are you bothering with other people!” The smugness on Freya’s face instantly disappeared. She hurried after him, trying to stop George again. But George completely ignored her. He took off his suit jacket and folded it to cushion the bed rail. He said: “Young lady, don’t hurt yourself. Accept treatment properly.” I stared at him, struggling to turn my neck so he could see the birthmark on my neck clearly. George’s hand suddenly froze. He stood stunned for a few seconds, then frantically brushed away the hair on my neck, staring at the birthmark with bloodshot eyes. He said in shock: “Sienna?” Seeing George’s anxious expression, tears slid down from the corners of my eyes. I was saved! “How are you here? What the hell is going on!” George’s furious roar echoed throughout the entire room. He reached out to untie the ropes binding me, but Freya grabbed his hands tightly: “What are you doing!” George shook Freya off and continued untying the knots. Freya crashed into the hospital bed but ignored the pain, pointing at George and cursing: “George! Wake up! Only Sienna and Calvin are a match! “If you let her go, forget about saving your son! “Are you really going to abandon your own son for your daughter?” Before I could recover from the joy of finally being saved, Freya’s words struck me back to reality. I thought in shock: “Own son? Calvin is George’s own son? Aren’t they supposed to be siblings? How is that possible?” I suddenly realized something, my gaze shifting back and forth between George and Freya.
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