Fail to end Slavery (Female Slave Route)

You had no idea who the sick bastards were that decided to track the value of slaves, but you had absolutely no guilt in messing with their business. If they wanted slaves so bad, you'd make sure the price was so high that no one would be able to afford it. You dropped the supply of slaves as low as you could get it, maxed out demand, and watched the predicted price rise to the sky.

You went to bed satisfied that the next person to try and use the system to check the price of slaves would get a nasty shock.

Unfortunately, you didn't stop to consider the face that you had just made a perfect seller's market, and there was nothing stopping new "supply" of slaves from being made.

You woke up in the middle of the night to sound of breaking glass and the feeling of a cloth being pressed against your face. Your terror only grew as you felt yourself losing consciousness. The last thing you heard were directions for all the slaves to be loaded into the van for sale.