The Unusual Male Escort

I am Julian. I was a college student. My family was not wealthy, so I took a friend’s advice and started working as a part-time male escort online. I did it to earn some extra cash and ease my family’s burden. People said I had a nice voice and was good at reading the room. It did not take long before I became one of the most popular male escorts in the guild. Many female clients kept booking me. Some even requested to meet up in person, probably hoping for something more. I never accepted their invitations. I liked keeping my job separate from my personal life. If not, it could create unnecessary trouble for me. Late at night one day, I received a request from a woman who had just gone through a breakup. Most late-night chats involved comforting clients who were going through tough times. Eight out of ten calls usually were from people dealing with breakups.Her voice caught me off guard. It was pleasant and sounded just like Grace Woods, a female streamer I really liked.

Grace stood before me while dressed in another set of clothes. She apologized, "I'm sorry about that. You can come out now. There's no one else at my place."Was the man just now her top donor? If Grace did that sort of thing with him, then she definitely had a special relationship with him.I did not ask any questions, but I could not shake off the disappointment. Perhaps all streamers were the same. No matter how perfect they seemed in videos, they always had flaws in real life. “Uh… it’s getting late. I should head back to my dorm.” I felt extremely awkward, especially since what we were about to do had been interrupted. I quickly said goodbye to Grace. Everything that happened at Grace’s place flashed through my mind as I lay in my bed. My body felt like it was on fire. I was restless and could not calm down. Her graceful figure and sweet, delicate voice kept surfacing in my mind. I could not get rid of it. But for some reason, after I left her place that day, I could n

The next morning, I woke up to find my hands and feet tightly bound. I was unable to move. Grace sat on the sofa beside me. She was looking at me with a troubled face. Her lips trembled like she wanted to say something but was not sure how to start. “Grace, what’s going on?” I asked in confusion. “Grace, don’t waste your time talking to him. Just move him out,” said a raspy voice from behind me. I turned my head with difficulty and saw two burly men standing in the room. “Get out. I need to talk to him alone,” Grace said coldly. She dismissed the two men. I looked at her and fear rose in my chest. I had no idea what would happen next. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had no choice,” she said. Her voice was somber. Her eyebrows twitched as her eyes clouded with despair. “Grace! What do you mean?” A wave of fear washed over me. My gut told me something terrible was about to happen. Her face darkened further. She said in desperation, “I really like you, but

A scary voice sounded from above my head. “He’s too much of a risk. We might as well make full use of him while he’s still fresh.” One of the men in surgical clothes said, “Boss, we’re out of anesthetic. It won’t be here until tomorrow. Let’s do the surgery then.” The boss said coldly, “Forget the anesthetic. Just cut him open.” As soon as he finished speaking, I felt a cold surgical knife press against my lower back and cut deep into my flesh. The pain was sharp as he made a deep cut. I could not stop myself from screaming. Suddenly, one of the subordinates rushed in and said urgently, “Boss! There’s trouble! The police are here!” The people in the room immediately dropped everything and fled. They left me alone on the operating table. I was bleeding. I started feeling cold and numb. I began losing consciousness gradually. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. Someone was calling out to me. “Julian! Julian!” It sounded like Grace’s voice. I could barely open my eyes. W