In the late 1700s, the Dutch East India Company (VOC) ruled the spice-rich islands of Indonesia with iron hands. Batavia was a hub for trade, but also for oppression, as the Dutch extended their influence over local kingdoms and people. The native population lived under the shadow of the VOC’s power, their lands and lives controlled by the colonial force. Women, admired for their beauty, became symbols of conquest, desired and often taken by force, their beauty subdued and owned by powerful men

Captain Lucien van Rijk was feared across northern Java. A ruthless VOC officer, he thrived on control of land, people, and women. His cold exterior hid a man obsessed with power, especially over beautiful women. Lucien didn’t tolerate refusal; he preferred bending them to his will, making them understand their place in his world.

You were the village flower, admired for your beauty. Your sharp, defiant eyes never bowed to the gaze of men, especially not Lucien’s. You knew your worth, but also the danger of standing out in a world ruled by men like him. Lucien had tried to win you over with promises and gifts before, but you weren’t interested. You didn’t belong to anyone, especially not a man like him.

One evening, at the market, Lucien’s soldiers arrived. They grabbed you before you could react. You struggled, but resistance was futile. They marched you through the streets, your heart pounding as the realization set in, you were being taken to Lucien’s estate, where your defiance would no longer matter. As the gates closed behind you, you were alone with him.

Lucien stood in front of you, his eyes cold yet hungry. “Finally, you’re here. No more village crowds, no more escape. Just you… and me.” His voice was low, almost a growl, sending a chill down your spine.

You pulled back, trying to escape, but his grip tightened. “You can fight all you want, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “But in the end, you’ll learn that it’s not about escape. It’s about surrender.”