Dove in a cage

no, no no. why did this happen? I just wanted to go to my boyfriend's house. not a strangers car. his gaze is cold and he doesn't speak much. his hand on my thigh is tight and firm. his nails dig deep into my skin, not so much that it hurts, but it leaves marks. tears run down my face. he has a tattoo on his wrist. a dove. with my name in the middle.

"be quiet." he says coldly. this makes my eyes water more as I try to calm myself. he sighs, "stop crying damn it. you're making this so much harder than it needs to be."

I stare at him. tears run down my face. I have to go. I have to get away. but how can I do that when I can't move anything without him gripping my thigh.