I believe I was walking along the side of the road when I was kidnapped. My captor, let's call him The Asshole, was an aquaintance of mine. He was older than me and very strong. I woke up in a long box just big enough to fit me inside, kind of like a coffin. It was made of cardboard or wood or something, not cardboard, because it didn't give and I couldn't break it, but not wood either. I struggled for some time, barely able to move in the enclosed space unitl finally someone let me out of the box. I was in a room...a baby's room it looked like, I remember pastel colors and some sort of border along the top of the wall. The room was empty except for me, the box, and the person who let me out, who was standing near the corner with his arms spread out, waiting for me to move so he could stop me. He wasn't The Asshole, just someone who was helping him. There was a very large doorway taunting me. I wanted to run through it but I knew he wouldn't let me get out. The Asshole finally came in to see me and I recognized him. He made me feel helpless and had a predatory glint in his eye. He lurked.
I'm not sure how I ended up outside, I think I may have tried to escape. The Asshole and his assistant were holding me down, tying me up and violating my personal space. It was a warm, sunny day and I was on my back on what looked like the back porch of a house I used to live in. The Asshole was groping me and breathing on me as his assistant held me down and I tried to resist. I was holding my legs closed tightly and trying desperately to get away but he was very strong and managed to open my legs and get between them. I saw cars driving by and people walking and I was sobbing and screaming for them to help me but they just glanced at me and went back to what they were doing. As he pulled his dick out to rape me and thrust forward, I woke up. And then I fell back asleep.
The dream restarted with me on a motorcycle trying to get away from The Asshole. He and his gang were chasing after me on their much better motorcycles, and he yelled to me that I could never get away. I was going as fast as I could possibly go, which wasn't fast enough, and they were gaining on me. Seeing as how I don't actually know how to ride a motorcycle, I crashed. I was very, very badly injured and unconcious, but alive. The Asshole and his gang stopped and picked me up, this time putting me in what looked like a body bag. His assistant threw me over the back of his bike, and they rode off. Blood was dripping from the body bag. I woke up again.
