Died or not?

Sherry trembled, she had to clench her fist tightly to stop herself from showing weaknesses to the killer.

She always wanted to die in the past but now someone is pointing a gun at her. She doesn't want to die anymore and she is afraid of dying.

"Your phone" The man said, his voice sounded thick and dangerous, he was putting on a nose mask with a dark eyeglass.

Sherry didn't even notice all these when she hailed the cab because of the things on her mind, he looked dangerous and weird if she noticed all these she wouldn't have entered it in the first place.

Sherry handed her phone to him, fortunately, she had texted Bryan immediately she noticed that something was amused, if not, maybe she would die.

The man took her phone and threw it out of the window, "Lay down properly" The man said.

Rape?

"What?" Sherry asked, forgetting her fears.

"I think i just fucking asked you to lay down on the seat properly" The man snarled at her, scaring her so much his voice sounded like a snake..

"Sir,