Black door, to your right.

The door opens into an empty office room. You stare at the black computer screens. Stacks of paper are piling up on the desk. You shuffle through them and find the papers to be receipts of sorts. Invoices. They more or less confirm what you suspected earlier: Those women are being sold as "dolls" to their new owners. All kinds of owners. Brothels, massage parlours, porn studios... but also "husbands", who want their former wives back as lifeless sex dolls. Quite a lot of them.

A paper with a red stamp and the date of yesterday catches your eye.
It has your name on top.
The paper requests the "retrieval" of a run-away wife, and the follow-up order that she is to be turned into...

The door opens.

You shriek in surprise. The men in the doorway don't seem surprised at all, though. They are clad in black uniforms and move like soldiers.

"Just as I thought", says one of them, and orders: "Take her!" You stare at the men, you want to scream or start arguing or to explain yourself, but you know that it's hopeless. You know that you don't belong here, and that these men know that very well. The irony of holding your own bounty contract in your hands slams into you. You can't suppress a mad giggle.

Firm hands grab you, bend your arms backwards and immobilize them. Someone puts a bag over your head.

"Put her in one of the tanks", you hear a voice.

That's when you start to scream and struggle. But it's already too late.