Congo Free State ep3-2

The silence in the village was heavy, a suffocating dread that paralyzed every

soul as the ledger of quotas was opened. With a stroke of a pen,

punishment was ordered, not as a fit of rage, but as routine administration and chillingly

normal cruelty. Severed hands became a grim currency of terror, proof that bullets

were never wasted in the pursuit of rubber profits. In the shadows of the jungle,

the innocent watched, their childhoods ending in a single moment of witnessing unspeakable horror.

Thousands of miles away in Europe, King Leopold dismissed the reports with a scoff,

choosing vast wealth over human life.