Eleven. A name. A title. A sentence passed. If you aren't a Beauty, you're less than a person. You're a commodity known as a Potential... and you only have so many chances to qualify as a human being. In her seventeen years, Eleven has seen the best and worst in humanity. She's been passed around and abused by the bad. She's hoped and dreamed for the good. And she's despaired for the hand she's been dealt. Now she's been purchased by a wealthy man...