Averon Chronicles: R106(+18)

Object R106. Two words that define his entire existence. Two words that remind him every day that he is not human. That he has no right to freedom, to his own life, to a home, to a family. He doesn't even have the right to his own name. He is just a number. Imprisoned in a cramped, stuffy cell, deprived of any dignity. Beaten and humiliated by tormentors who treat him worse than an animal. His body bears scars, but it is his soul that bleeds the most.

He doesn't know what it's like to feel warm sunlight on his skin. His world consists of four cell walls. Even the faces of his torturers are a mystery to him - they always hide behind masks, as if ashamed of what they do. Or perhaps they simply don't want him to remember their faces, so he couldn't recognize them if he ever regained freedom. When he became useless to his tormentors, he wasn't granted the mercy of a quick death, a final act of compassion. Instead, he was sold, transferred to other, equally cruel hands. Like a broken object, like second-hand goods. Still as Object R106, because a slave doesn't deserve a name.