About him, my personal nightmare

I have a nightmare.
My own nightmare.
Nobody else has it.
Only a few know of the truth.
As I lay in my bead, I smile.
The day was good.
I had fun.
I would dream.

There's a man I love. His eyes are a special shade of brown. They make my blue eyes get hypnotized. His brown eyes warm my icey body. The fire in my heart is from the warmth in his eyes.
There's a man I love.
In this nightmare, I'm unable to move. As I lay on the table, I notice my loved on a similar table. Neither of us can move. more than our head and our voices.
I see another man. He's much older than me. 40 maybe? He looks at me with grey eyes. His spider web grey eyes peer through me like I'm a glass window. This balding, brown haired man grinned. His front two teeth stuck apart and made him look idiotic but that was the only thing. He looked at me like he owned me, like I was his trophy! It sent a chill down my spine.
That chill was soon replace my a sharp and searing pain. I screamed from the pain. I couldn't contain it. I felt weak. I hear the man I love scream for the torture man to stop. HE does and turns his attention to the man I love. Soon, my loved is getting tortured.
I scream! I peg! I plea and cry for the torture man to stop. My love doesn't deserve this. The torture man continues with torturing my loved. When he stops, my love is let off the table. The man I love looks at me with tears in his eyes. It pains me to see those beautiful and loving eyes make those blue waterfalls.
He looks me in the eye and says "If you couldn't even get up to help me, you're not mine." He then leaves me in tears with the torture man.
The torture man's grin grows wide as he steps toward me. It doesn't matter now. My love is gone thanks to him. That's the worst he could do...and he did it.

As I wake, I realize the torture man was my father.