Branded Silence

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They scan me—cold steel tracing a glowing brand beneath my skin, a barcode seared into my flesh. No names, no freedom—just a number trapped in their merciless machine.

Fluorescent lights flicker like chains, casting shadows on crumbling walls where silent screams rot. Each beep of the scanner slices through me, tearing away my last shred of will.

But beneath this burning mark, a fire rages—wild, untamed. I am not just data. One day, this cage will shatter, and my roar will break their world apart.