Dream About Nightmare Mansion Encounter

The dream starts out with me and a few of my friends (One being Ava) Entering a mansion around Nighttime. In the dream, the Mansion was supposed to be just a really large breakout room that multiple people can join at once. Anyways when we get inside, there’s 5 other people there. 3 boys around 10 years old, just very rude kids, constantly making crude or sexist comments to us, throughout our time there. There also were 2 Attendants, One being a Younger man that was about 6 '1, short Fluffy brown hair, and just a pretty cute guy. He worked on the computers, and watched the cameras scattered throughout the house. I never found out his name, but for the sake of storytelling, let’s just call him Steve.  The other attendant was a tall young woman. 5 '10 maybe? She had brown hair that was done in an updo of some kind. She looked like she was in her 30s Anyways throughout the time my friends and I were there, trying to solve the puzzles, I was often flirting with Steve, so not really helping much . I’ve never been good with solving puzzles so ya~ (This breakout room was throughout the whole mansion. In all the corridors and even outside in the surrounding woods. The sun was setting while we were there)  I finally decided I kinda wanted to help a bit, so I wandered off in a random direction, But I honestly suck at these kind of things. This is where Janet comes in. She takes pity on me right away and leads me to an area that “may” have a hint for me, Then leaves me. I enter this room and after a while, find that one of the paintings is hiding a hole in the wall. In the hole sat a pedestal with a blue book on top. I excitedly grab it up, and run outside into the backyard, heading towards the front of the estate. On my way, I find the boys trying to move this large box, that’s taller than me, by a lot. They aren’t seeming to get it to budge though, so I ask them if they need help.  They snarkily said no, which I flipped them off, and continued my trek around the house. Once inside I try finding my friends but Steve stops me momentarily, interjecting by rudely (very out of character) snaps at me for not helping those boys. I kinda just looked at him in shock, because we’d been flirting the entire time, and had this really good vibe going. Yet all of a sudden he’s completely against me. I try to say that I offered to help but he just angrily storms off. A lot of boring stuff happens, so Ima just skip ahead to the fucked up part. TW So it’s about midnight now, and this entire time I can feel Steve’s anger for me, growing stronger and more deathly. The more his hate grows, the ugly/older he seems to become. Yet it’s like his features weren’t actually changing, so I’m not sure how to describe this.  Anyways it’s officially midnight, meaning we all had to vacate the area. As we are heading out, my friends and I/Janet hear the boys screaming. Out of the house comes,  Steve drenched in blood, with a long machete ax hybrid.  Before anyone can even breathe, he runs at my friends, stabbing the blade into their throats, and twisting. I could vividly hear the crunch as he tore through bone and muscle. Their screams became slurred, having had their vocal cords slashed. He so simply slaughters them, as Janet throws herself at him. Attempting to buy time for me, but is quickly killed as well.  The vision before me was sickening, and incomprehensible to someone who's never witnessed such horrors in real life.  My precious friends, covered in oozing blood, now sprawled across the yard like thrown out litter. I tried to run, I sincerely did. But he catches up instantly. Grabbing my wrists, and throwing me to the ground, on my stomach. His hand gripped the back of my neck, my face plastered in the dirt. He proceeds to cut off my clothes, scratching them with his weapon. I can't scream, I can't move, I can't think. I’m just a kid, I’m a virgin. But what did that matter now? I’m embarrassed okay. I had squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and wished to be anywhere else, and then he touched me and I felt pleasure. I expected pain, I wanted pain but it felt so good. And I was angry and embarrassed that I liked it. I didn’t consent. But I didn’t want him to stop. I’m feeling this all as if it was happening in real life. Vividly.  It was so horrible. Once He had his fill on the lawn, He dragged me back to the mansion, Tying me up on a wooden X. I had no energy to fight back. And as hateful tears fell down my face, I felt completely numb. (Note: My dreams happen in long periods of time, as in he kept me there for days) He starved me, tortured me. And not once did he let me relieve myself. He kept me there to rape whenever he pleased.  Eventually he even began talking to me again, Telling me how “I’m a worthless human being, that I’m ugly, that I have no importance.” again and again. Different words, but the same meaning. I was nothing.  And the most humiliating part of it all, was It started to feel good. Finally after an eternity, I wake up in a cold sweat. It felt like I had been actually raped. I could feel him inside of me. It was so sick, I just wanted to kill myself. To hide myself away and just disappear. I was utterly traumatized. My body tingled with this sickening buzz, like I was on some crazy psychic trip. I wanted to hurl so bad. But like the absolute queen I am, I checked the time and it was 2am, so I simply went back to sleep. wtf