Some didn't care and others did, being seen as mere toys made them want to take back control of the now misandric society, and unfortunately you were an object for them to vent their anger on.

Passed from hand to hand, man to man, doing what they wanted with you, you ended up in a warehouse, and what a surprise, under the surveillance of drug and human traffickers.

.... It was a dry knock, screaming for silence to come, hearing only slow footsteps approaching in the container you were in. You couldn't scream, you couldn't do anything, you were scared, but you wanted to get out, you didn't trust that person outside, you didn't even know if that person knew you were there. What are you going to do?