You text back!

Your fingers fly across the phone's keyboard, furiously typing back to your would be agressor "I don't konw who you think you are but nobody decides what happens to me except me!" You hit send and immediately start to shake as a million different scenes run through your mind, none worse than the ones that end up with you spending your last night on earth in this room. Shaking your head you refuse to accept the situation, unable to sit and wait you grab a metal stoker from the fire place and open the bedroom door, your newfound weapon held high. The hallways beyond your bedroom is almost pitch black. You reach for the light switch but it does does nothing but click witch each fruitless press. "must have shut off the electric" you think to yourself, tiptoeing down the hall toward the stairs, passing the spare room and the bathroom. Suddenly your phone buzzes, filling the hallway with light from the screen. You look down and read "If only you fucked your husband with this kind of energy, he might still be here" Fuming you rush down the stairs, taking them two at a time as you round the corner and fly into the kitchen, your breasts falling out of your night gown as you stand on the cold tiles, panting. Your chest heaving up and down, exposed nipples erect form the cold and adrenaline. "Where the fuck are you!?" you cry out to the seemingly empty room, before you hear a voice behind you "Put that down or my cock wont be the only thing that's **** into you tonight" It says calmly.