The Cynthian Women's Pride

"I've seen someone much more developed and beautiful than your skinny legs and lacking chest," Magnus replied and turned his head away from her.

The witty-eyed woman opened and closed her mouth in shock. She tried to say something in rebuttal, but nothing seemed to be able to escape her throat. The other women in the cages looked at her with weird stares on their faces.

Magnus was naturally referring to Ava and Rivia. They hid their faces, but their beautiful body was impossible to hide. They were more of a woman compared to this witty-eyed woman. She was more like a child.

"What do you mean you need our help?" the brown-skinned woman asked.

"I will help all of you escape, but you need to follow along with me. I need each of you to pretend like you're trained," Magnus replied.

A huge smile was on his face. His plan was simple. He would pretend to train them and send them out of the training house. They could then escape if they wanted to. It was a plan so simple that Magnus was confident they could go along with it.

"Hell no!" the witty-eyed woman shouted instantly.

"We won't do that," the brown-skinned woman shook her head in disappointment.

"W-What?"

Magnus was shocked at their lack of cooperation. Did they really want to leave this place, or did they want to stay here forever? He was confused.

The other women who were watching rolled their eyes and turned their heads away from him.

"Hey, at least tell me what's going on," Magnus asked the brown-skinned woman and walked close to her cage.

"We, Cynthians, will never lower our heads and pretend to be someone's slave!" she responded fiercely.

Her glare caused Magnus to take a step back in fear. It was a real despise and superiority that was deeply ingrained into her being.

Magnus realized something from her words.

'What kind of training do I need to do to turn them similar to Ava and Rivia? Women who would fear escaping their master?' Magnus thought to himself.

He walked quickly and grabbed the book on the shelf. He flipped it open and what he saw scared him. His hands shook, and the book fell to the floor.

"T-This... Do I really need to do that?" Magnus muttered to himself.

He turned to the women behind him and found them looking at him with scorn. Their chins were slightly raised, and their eyes peered down at him like heavenly goddesses. Magnus felt humiliated seeing the way they were looking at him.

Magnus crouched down and picked up the book. He opened to the last page.

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The ending slave will be the Bravodel Clan's merchandise. Tame, Loyal, and Subservient. This method has been passed down for thousands of years. It will allow-...

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Magnus stopped reading the book and looked up at the ceiling. His mind started whirring as he imagined these women following his every whim. This world was corrupting for a man like him as it unleashed his primal instincts.

'No... I'm from a civilized society. I'm not going to fall that low,' Magnus thought to himself.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. He calmed down and looked back at the women once more. They were in fetal positions on the floor and faced away from him.

"Listen up! If none of you listens to me, I will train all of you according to this book. You will become Tame, Loyal, and Subservient to your masters! Do you all really want that?!" Magnus shouted in a booming voice that shook the hearts of the Cynthian slaves.

"But we're Cynthians... We can't pretend to be slaves..."

A woman in the corner with torn clothing covered her eyes with her arms and started crying. Magnus was shocked. Some others looked up at him and quickly looked away in shame.

"Why?! If you can't even pretend, how can you escape?? You'd rather keep your pride and live a life of misery. Why not swallow it for a moment, then reclaim your freedom?!"

Magnus fiercely grabbed the cage bars and shook them. His scary eyes scared the closest ones to move away from him. He was like a monster.

"Yes. That's the pride of Cynthians! We..." the witty-eyed woman responded and extended her arms wide before continuing, "...will never act subservient to any man!"

Magnus looked around, and the others nodded their heads at him.

"You can open the cages, and we will escape on our own," the witty-eyed woman said.

"I won't do that, or I'm dead. Do you think I want to be here?"

Magnus stared at them solemnly. He had nowhere to go in this world, and he somehow stumbled and was recruited to train slaves. This was his second chance in life. His wish had been granted, so he needed to live it as best as he could.

"Then we're not moving. Just kill us. Even if you train us according to that book, we will never become 'Tame, Loyal, and Subvervient' to any man!"

The witty-eyed woman sneered and glared at him.

"Fine. If that's how you want it, I will train all of you," Magnus responded with a huff.

He was angry at their stubbornness. He wanted to show them that he was right. He had already killed someone in his past life. It wouldn't be hard for him to train them if he stopped thinking about his morals and values.

Magnus grabbed a bundle of rope hanging on the wall and walked toward one of the cages. He counted the women, and there were twelve of them.

"What are you planning to do?" the witty-eyed woman asked with disdain.

"I'm going to tie you up and show you whose boss," Magnus answered.

She curled up to the farthest corner of the cage. She started shivering, but she still didn't show any signs of weakness.

Magnus unlocked the cage. It wasn't padlocked or anything, but it was inaccessible from the inside, making it impossible for the slave in the cage to unlock it themself.

"Come here!"

Magnus was annoyed at her, so he decided to start with her first.