Alli had enjoyed a fantastic night, she'd been with her friends and had an amazing time. She also drank rather a lot! Which may have explained why she didn't notice that the taxi she got into was not an official taxi. The fact that she was distracted by her phone call telling her friends (in an inebriated way) how much she'd enjoyed herself may explain why she didn't notice that the taxi wasn't taking her home.
The first indication that something wasn't right was when the taxi suddenly took a sharp right turn down a very dark country lane. Looking up from her phone she noticed the overwhelming darkness all around her. Not a house or solitary streetlight interrupted this blanket of enveloping blackness.
"Where are we?" She asked in a slightly confused way, trying her best to pull herself together and make sense of her surroundings. "this isn't the way to my house!"
"You're right love, we're just taking a shortcut."
"Are you sure about that?"
"I'm sure I know where we're going."
A few moments later the taxi, if it was one, pulled over into a dark and secluded carpark. Hearing the engine turn off, a feeling of dread quickly filled her belly. She clutched her phone tightly in her fingers; Light from the screen showing off her low cut dress, ample cleavage and worried face. It didn't even occur to her to use the phone to ring for help until it was far too late. Within seconds the door to the back of the taxi was open and he stood framed against the pale moonlight. He was taller than she'd realised sat in the front seat and there was a menacing air to him and his behaviour.
He reached out and plucked the phone from her frozen fingers, placing it on the dashboard completely out of reach. He then slid into the car to sit next to her.