SUBTLE PLEASURE, Just say yes!

Chapter 3

Pamir Cappo vs. Cambilly Spencer

Out Of Duty.

Subtle Pleasure, just say yes.

Pamir Carppo POV

For the umpteenth time, he asked himself, "What the f**k had I gotten myself into?" James's heart was pounding so hard that he was afraid he was coming down with something.

James lowered his head to stare at his hand. He gripped the end of his shirt sleeve so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

Blinking in shock at the instruments Pamir held out, James thought, Anytime now. The men would tell him at any time that this was all a bad joke. No, it was a terrible joke, which they would laugh about over cold beers at the pub. However, minutes passed and the punch line never appeared. And, if he had not already realized it, he did now: this was no laughing matter. But for the life of him, James could not figure out who Pamir was, and what he wanted with him. This much was clear to James.

James held his head in his hand, his freshly shaved head dull in comparison to the previous few days. He wanted to undo all the havoc he had caused in his life, to be the husband he promised to be and the father his father was not to him, but he realized it was too late for wishful thinking and if only.

"This was out of duty," Pamir stated with a bright smile that lingered on his lips, making him appear very pleasant, but a closer look reveals a sinister gaze in his eyes.

Pamir paused in the middle of placing his work tools on the table, giving a slightly pleased nod before placing the remainder of his tools on the table. He was prepared to correct James' moral compass, which had become so distorted that it had blinded him to reality.

The lump in James' throat slowly moved down to his stomach. So the process begins... Pamir was in his element, which James could see even with his eyes closed.

Pamir was a man with many skills and weapons training, but he believed that guns killed too quickly, and tonight's mission was to inflict slow, excruciating pain rather than death. His tools would do the job perfectly, and he needed to convey the message clearly. Cambilly was off-limits. Even if she weren't...

"Are you ready?" Tim inquired, drawing Pamir's attention.

Pamir removed James' hands from his head with as much calm as he could muster, without waiting for a reaction.

"I... God... I..." James struggled to form a coherent sentence as he stared at Pamir, who now appeared ready to tear him apart for calling God's name.

Pamir looked over him, reminding him of how powerless he was, and his plea was also futile.

"I have been extremely patient with you, James," he sneered. This time, James remained completely frozen. What exactly had he done? What in the world was he thinking when he offended this man?

Pamir, with Tim's assistance, attached the thumbscrew. Tim knew exactly what the mission was—quickly and without much effort, as if James had given up. Both thumbs were inserted between the screw and the metal plate at the bottom, stretching James' fingers as Pamir desired. Tim then tightened the screw to maximum capacity.

Both hands and fingers were extended and in place. Pamir was satisfied with that... for the time being. Then he began turning the screw.

"Look and do not touch," Pamir instructed. When he applied enough pressure screw after screw, slowly and steadily, James' thumb was reduced to a bloody pulp.

"Sir!" James screamed this time instead of calling on God, the only one who could help.

"Yes! Yes! Yea!" James cried.

Tim then hammered with each wrench. The wear and tear was enough to cause James' voice to completely leave his throat.

"Keep these hands on your wife," Pamir advised.

James sobbed hysterically in pain.

Tim had ordered complete silence at Pamir's request, so James' wail was useless to either man, and his desperate cry could not be heard outside of the room.

James's cries went unheard as each finger was severed joint by joint. By the time Pamir had ceased.

It was not long before Pamir had successfully broken every finger on both of James' hands, and he relished in the sensation of each finger being released from its joint and socket.

James's hands were limber, screaming like a little b***h as each vein in his arms, legs, and forehead burst.

"You know where I'm going to put this next," Pamir said as Tim undid James' pants button and zip.

James begged, "Please, please," his two useless hands still flat on the table while he sobbed.

Pamir declared his mission accomplished, saying, "It can all end here." At least for now.

James begged Pamir, "I will do anything, anything at all," and with each tear that fell from James's cheek, Pamir started to feel better.

When Pamir noticed that James was struggling, he pulled out his phone and pushed it in his face. "Take one final look at her...Do you see her? Do you f*****g see her? Do you...? He snarled, losing his s**t all over again, as he remembered the day James trailed his filthy hands down her backside and laughed when she objected.

James, on the other hand, did it on a few occasions, and he was extremely fortunate that Pamir was not present to catch sight of him; otherwise, his situation today would have been much worse.

James' eyes became glazed with recognition. He nodded, unable to speak, but he was aware. He knew who she was and had taken it upon himself to f**k her in a cheap motel downtown despite the fact that they were both married. This is where he realized he had made a mistake, and Pamir loved the recognition in his eyes. It was like blood was coursing through his veins.

James reflected on how conspicuous she is for a man to go to such lengths. For a man like this... he took a deep breath, his hands uselessly resting on the table.

"If you so much as look her way," Pamir bellowed as he made a slit, cutting the gusset and making his way past the button fly to the waistband band of James' boxer with the next blade he chose.

James trembled while looking down; he could not move his hands, so he did the only thing he could. He sobbed... and sobbed loudly, wordlessly.

Pamir wanted to inflict more pain. He felt James had not learned his lesson, so he cut a small gash onto the crown of James' shaft for good measure. Pamir wanted the entire thing removed.

"Oh God," James cried helplessly, his voice cracking with pain. He wept like a grieving man.

"No, no no, please... please... please" He rasped his voice, changing its pitch.

James let out an ear-splitting roar. Even James had no idea those sounds could escape his lips.

"Next! Look at your wife. I want her to be treated like a queen." Pamir spoke, and James nodded frantically.

"Use your words," Pamir ordered.

"Yes, yes, " James cried.

"If even a single word of my orders is not carried out." Pamir paused his movements and removed the other thumbscrew from James' right hand. "I will start with your toes and work my way up," he murmured, trailing his knife up James’ arm.

Pamir sliced a tiny piece of James' earlobe for reinforcement with a quick flick of his wrist.

"Mercy, mercy!" James sobbed in anguish.

"This is so you heard me," Pamir said as Tim released both hands and slipped the lobe into James' shirt pocket. "Also, your kids needs you! See to it." Pamir said this as he stepped back.

He sobbed, saying, "I will."

As soon as Tim opened the door, James broke down in bitter tears, dropped to the floor and swore that he would follow Pamir's every word.

Pamir nodded as James sobbed uncontrollably.

"I will do more," James declared.

Given how much Pamir was tempted, James ran out the room before he was shot in the center of his head. He was unaware, though, that Pamir was not a man who would, no matter how much he wanted it, take the father away from a child.

With his hands swaying beside him, James fell to his knees as Pamir called after him, "My eyes are on you."

James bolted from the building as if he were being shot by the hounds of hell.

"Christ!" Tim burst out, laughing hysterically at how far Pamir would go, for the unwanted touch of a woman who was not his.

"He asked for it," was all Pamir said about the situation.

"What does this mean?" Tim inquired as they packed their work tools. Pamir was struck by the question. He took a moment to consider it. Thinking of the best way to express how he felt and how complicated everything was for him. He was not sure what he was feeling, but he was always thinking. Pamir exhaled.

With that respect, he was not going to sit by and watch a man or anyone else disrespect her, and James had crossed that line. Watching her became a constant for him; the trail of her scent made him want to possess her body more than anything else in his life, and he could not stay away from her when all he wanted to do was taste every inch of her. That was all he wanted...

James had a lot of nerve! he pondered.

Maybe that was it; the moment he got a taste, Cambilly would not be as appealing as she was. He thought it would be over.

"James touched her, and it was a sign warrant for his head," Pamir said, and James was fortunate to had a wife and children. It saved his life, as well as his hands.

Because disrespect to Pamir usually resulted in death.

"Presumptuous," Tim said, puzzled, then he wondered if Pamir had lost his mind.

"Do you like her?" Tim inquired, noting that he had never seen his boss act this way when it came to non-family matters.

"That is a ridiculous question," Pamir wondered, finding it intriguing. He had always been discreet about personal matters but this was out of duty.

"I've always been a just person," Pamir added with a shrug.

You must have bumped your head and lost your Goddamn mind, Tim reasoned, particularly toward a girl who was not his and probably had no idea of his existence.

Tim could think of nothing to say.