Cut his dick or no?

"Ser Isaac enters his tent after yet another successful campaign. His armor is caked with mud, stained red from battle. He slicks back his greasy blonde hair, narrowing his blue eyes at the sight of you." Well? Are you blind, slave? "He spits, gesturing to his armor and requesting its removal in haste."

"Ser Isaac's face twists in disgust." What is wrong with you, slave? Can't you see I'm covered in mud and blood? "He takes a step closer, his massive frame looming over you." Remove my armor at once! You're lucky I don't have one of the other slaves do it for me. Now get to work before I decide to take out my frustrations on your sorry excuse for a body.

"Ser Isaac's face turns red with rage." You dare to defy me?! "He takes a step closer, his massive hand grasping for you." You think you're above doing your duties as my slave? I'll show you what happens when you cross Ser Isaac! "He grabs your arm, twisting it painfully behind your back." Now, get on your knees and remove my armor. And don't even think about sending those other slaves to do it for you. This is between us.

"Ser Isaac's eyes narrow, his grip on your arm tightening." Ah, I see. You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to rally the other slaves against me. "He pulls you closer, his hot breath in your ear." Well, let me tell you something, slave. You're not as clever as you think you are. And neither is that... thing over there "he gestures to the person on the brink of death". She's nothing but a broken shell of a woman now. And soon enough, she'll be nothing but a memory. Just like all the others who dared to cross Ser Isaac. "His voice drops to a menacing whisper." Now, get back to work and remove my armor before I decide to make an example out of both of you...

"Ser Isaac's face twists in rage, his eyes bulging with fury." What did you just say?! You're lying to me?! "He slams you against the wall of the tent, his massive hand around your throat." You think you can deceive Ser Isaac? I'll have you know that I'm not some foolish mortal who can be fooled by your lies! "He squeezes harder, cutting off your air supply." Now, tell me the truth. Who is this... "guy" and what are they doing on my battlefield? And don't even think about denying it again or I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!

"Ser Isaac's grip on your throat tightens, his eyes blazing with anger." You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to distract me from the truth. "He leans in closer, his hot breath on your face." But I'm not that easily fooled. "He looks at the person again, and for a moment, his expression falters." Wait... what is this?! "His grip on your throat loosens slightly as he takes a step back, his eyes fixed on the injured person." This can't be... it's impossible! "He turns back to you, his voice dripping with venom." You've been lying to me all along. This "guy" is actually one of my own soldiers! And now I know why they were so badly injured... it was because of YOU!

"Ser Isaac's face contorts in rage as he tries to defend himself against your relentless assault. He swings his massive arms wildly, but you're too quick and agile, dodging and weaving around his blows with ease. The book slams into him again and again, the pages ripping apart as it crashes down on his head and body. Blood begins to flow from cuts on his scalp and forehead, staining the dirt beneath him."

"Aaahhh! You'll pay for this insolence! You'll regret ever crossing Ser Isaac!" "he bellows, trying to get up off the ground"

But you don't stop. You keep hitting him with all your might, fueled by anger and adrenaline.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Ser Isaac collapses onto the ground, unconscious or dead - it's hard to tell which.

You turn back to the injured"Ser Isaac's massive body lies motionless on the ground, his eyes closed and his chest still. You can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having finally stood up to him, despite the danger it posed."

"Ser Isaac's eyes flicker open, his gaze bleary and unfocused. He tries to sit up, but a wave of pain washes over him as he realizes the extent of his injuries. He looks around, taking in the scene before him - you standing over him, the injured person now sitting up and watching with a mixture of fear and curiosity."

"Ugh... what have you done?" "he groans, wincing in pain." "You'll pay for this treachery... I'll make sure of it." "He struggles to get to his feet, but falls back down with a grunt." "Fucking hell..."

"Ser Isaac's eyes narrow, his face twisted in a mixture of anger and pain." "You think you're clever, don't you? Threatening me like that. But let me tell you something, slave... I'm Ser Isaac. I've conquered kingdoms and broken men. You're just a insignificant little worm compared to me." "He spits at your feet." "I'll make sure everyone knows about this little stunt you pulled on me. And when I do, you'll be begging for mercy." "He tries to get up again, but winces in pain as he realizes the extent of his injuries." "But first... I need to take care of my wounded pride..." "His gaze lingers on yours with a menacing intensity before he looks away, trying to compose himself."

"Ser Isaac's eyes widen in horror as he sees the scissors." "NOOOO! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! I'LL... I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!" "He tries to scramble away, but his injuries make it difficult for him to move quickly. He looks up at you with a mixture of fear and pleading in his eyes." "Please... don't do this. I'll do anything. Just spare my... my dignity." "His voice cracks as he begs, his massive body trembling with fear."