So one night, I was talking to someone on an app (Whisper) and we decided to go drink at a sports bar, he suggested that we get to know each other better and I said sure, he went on his phone and did a few things (booked a crappy hotel room for us, I didn't know at the time until we got inside the building)

We went to a depaneur, he bought some cheap ass alcohol then we went on the subway station and went to the stop that it was supposed to be at, walking to the building, I realized we were at a crappy hotel, asked him why we were here, he said that he booked the place for us to 'get to know each other', I reluntantly agreed and went first to the room, he set the things down and I went to the washroom, he left cause he left his phone by the counter so he went back to go get it, as I finished in the washroom, I sat on the uncomfortable bed, he came back and said if I wanted some of the alcohol he bought, I said sure, he looked for cups, he couldn't find any then he went back out to ask it from the front desk, I was having a bad feeling about the guy, though I ignored it, till this day, I wish I listened to my gut even before meeting him, I was already having a bad feeling, he arrived back and poured the wine in the glasses, I took a sip and it was the worst one I've ever tasted in my life...

So fast forward to me setting the glass on a table in front of me, I asked him a few questions, he dodges the questions and sits beside me to smile at me (the smile was creepy as f*ck) I was about to get up, though before that could happen, he pins me down the bed and starts to kiss me everywhere, I tried to keep him away from me by pushing him at first, then he starts to hump me, like he's a dog in heat, I could smell that he was drunk by only two glasses of alcohol, not before long he gets up and starts unbuckling his belt, so I saw my opportunity to run, I kneed him where the sun doesn't shine, grabbed my things that I left near the foot of the bed and ran as fast as I could away from that place while being careful not to fall from the ice that night, as soon as I got far enough, I actually realized that I had the key to the room, I didn't dare go back since I knew he would probably still be there and went straight to the subway station, threw the key in a public trash can and went back home

Reported him to the police while I was on my way home, though they didn't do anything when I called to report it, I still feel hopeless about the situation and I regret ever meeting that guy

How could I try to move on from this?