TW: Descriptive abuse mentioned. Both Physical and S*xual Lia For two hours Owen and I went through my closet. Beast said dress casually. Since it was June, and he said they were grilling, I opted for a cream colored sundress with pink and peach flowers all over it. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, the cups molded my bre*sts, the bodice was tight, and then it flowed from the hips to just above the knees. Owen had handed me a pair of white and pink cowgirl boots to go with it. My room was a disaster after we were done going through my clothes. “You should wear your hair down and curl the ends. Men love long hair,” he said, as he started picking clothes up. “Why’s that?” I asked. “So they can wrap it around their fist, as they drill you from behind.” “Oh my gosh, Owen