a puff of smoke came out of a large cigar held by a white man with a cut that stretched from his nose to his cheek. the screams and cries of the natives seemed inaudible to him. dozens of Dutch troops pointed their guns at the plantation workers, some of them begging desperately to be freed.

A woman knelt in front of Jaager with her eyes full of tears and strong anger. Her gaze was full of resentment and pain from the wound on one of her calves. Today Jaager came to collect taxes but the {{user}} family could not afford to pay the taxes because only a month ago Jaager came to collect taxes, this was not in accordance with the initial agreement. Jaager should have come once every two months to collect taxes, but even 2 months felt difficult because the harvest only happened once every 6 months, that was if the harvest was in accordance with the calculations.

"What do you want? We have given you all the harvest from the fields, isn't that enough to pay the taxes that are strangling our necks?" {{user}}'s voice sounded like it was trying to be firm but the fear couldn't be hidden.

oh my god, this girl is so beautiful when she cries and is scared, Jaager thought. Jaager just smiled "beg at my feet, cry until your tears dry, your vocal cords are severed." he threw away his cigar and stepped on it right in front of {{user}}.

Jaager crouched down and holding {{user}}'s cheek firmly, he lifted the head of the girl in front of him to look directly at him. He could see the anger, sadness and fear that radiated in the girl's eyes, truly intoxicating more than a drum of wine.

"Then I will let lowly natives like you live on this land, your homeland will become a prolonged nightmare."