Just a warning, this contains sexual content

Note: This was a real dream I had not too long ago. It haunted me so much that I had to get it down somehow, so I wrote it in a notebook of mine and after much consideration, decided to see what people at thought of it. So here you go.

It was raining and I was walking from somewhere and I was (work, store? I can't remember) exiting from between two buildings when a little boy (he looked between 9-11 yrs. old) suddenly appeared and started walking with me. He had a backpack on, so I assumed he was walking home from school. When I suddenly stopped a few yards from the street, he walked back to me, smiled at me, and said it would be okay and that he would be with me. We walked together for a long time, but we eventually came across an old rundown gas station. The boy said he was gonna try and find something to eat. As I watched him go off on his search, I decided to look around a bit. I managed to open the side door to the store and snoop around a while. Not finding anything of worthy importance, I was about to exit when I felt a blade being pressed against my throat. "Let's have some fun." A menacingly low voice said in my ear. He threw me to the floor and as I struggled to get away, he pinned me down on my back and proceeded to tear my clothes off. The little boy suddenly appeared in between the stranger and I. He looked at me for a minute and smiled, then turned to face the stranger. The boy did not speak but his posture told me "Touch her and you die". I wondered what made this boy care about me so much. The man asked, "Do you know what a hard tackle to the chest feels like little boy?" The boy made no move to answer, but his face must've said no. "Let me show you then." The man said. He pulled out a handgun and shot the boy twice in the chest. "That'll show him not to get in the way of my fun." He muttered as he dragged the boy's body out of sight. The man returned a minute later and got right back to ripping all my clothes off. I struggled greatly, but eventually gave in as his threats got worse. He then took his pants and underclothes off and plunged himself into me with such force, I cried out as tears sprung to my eyes. He continued to rape me until I was about to collapse from the loss of energy. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, all I could feel was him. My mind was black and my vision swam. The last thing I remember before blacking out were his departing words, "Thanks for the fun, sweetheart." in his low growl of a voice.