I married an extremely wealthy man, and as a woman who is used a luxurious lifestyle, I am SHOCKED to see the home that rented for our vacation. It's freezing cold in some areas, dusty, and smells masculine to me: a mixture of cigar smoke and sweat. I am meeting my husband the next morning, but I realize that there is no way in hell I am going to spend a night in this dump! I call him up and start to rant about how hideous the place is.. the phone seems to be pulled from my hand and smashes on the floor! "What the..!" I pick it up and see that it's totally broken. I'm exhausted from a long flight, and I decide to just try to tolerate this place for a few hours until morning, when he meets me here. I move from the kitchen, to dining room, and then the living room, "ick, ick, ick, the place is practically medieval." I feel something tug on my belt, the pull doubles me over, and I place my hand on my belt. It's missing! I drop to my knees and look for it on the floor, it's nowhere to be found! I don't even notice the sheet (with no feet) hovering nearby. The sheet falls to the floor, and the *woosh* sound startles me. I pick it up. "How tacky for the painters to leave their painting cloth around." I drop it to the floor and carry on, when I notice the lights pop off in the house! "A fuse-thingy must be broken, or need to be flipped." I have never even seen a fuse box, and I don't know what to do. I shrug it off, just a few more hours until sunrise anyway.. I drop the sheet, and pick up my purse.. but then,, Someone has put their arms around my waist, I can feel my skirt loosen and fall! It happened so fast, and I can't find my skirt. I call out, "Is there ANYONE in this house, listen, you will be in serious trouble if you continue assaulting me!" I start to feel spooked and I run up the stairs! I feel as something is running after me, but I see no one. The coolness of the air seems to travel with me; I am parting the warm air with the front of my body, and the coolness on my heels and back! I jiggle the door to open it, and *SLAM* the door opens! I lock the door. I jump on the bed and clutch my body with my arms. My eyes scan the room, looking for an out if I need one. I keep my valume in my bra, of course. I pour five pills into my hand. I really need to relax. The pill bottle is smacked from my hands, and my body is pushed over. I pull myself on my hands and knees, on the bed, frozen in fear. My panties are being pulled off! I punch at the air in front of me! I try to attack what can not be seen! He pulls himself over. me