We’ve all heard horror stories about going home alone at night. This is one of them.
It begins innocuously. It’s late, and the streets are empty. She can’t just stand around on the sidewalk all night, so she hops into the first taxi to stop by.
She gets agitated when the driver takes an unfamiliar route through the city, but he turns onto the main road when she asked him to.
The real trouble begins when two drunk men hops on.
They said she looked like a late-night clubber. She didn’t club. She clawed, at them.
She didn’t club. She clawed, at them.
They’re taken for a ride. But he could keep the change.