Ten Minutes: Carl Azuz

Sold to Carl Azuz uwu

Y'all remember 2014 when you would read those sold to 1D fanfics? Yeah, I'm gonna take yall back through that but this time it's Carl Azuz. Btw I'm gonna use the word "orbs" when referring to eyes to make this 1000000000000000000x worse. xoxoxo I hate this and I haven't even started. I am not sexually attracted to men I am so sorry. 

"Wake up, y/n! Carl is coming for you!" Mom is leaning over my bed, shaking my arm gently to wake me.

"Who's Carl?" I ask. I rub my orbs to wake up. 

"Why, he's your new owner, silly!" Mom chuckles. "He's gonna be here in 10 minutes!" I slip out of bed as mom draws the curtains. I can't believe she's selling me to some Carl guy. I hope he's cute. "He told me to give you this to wear today."

Mom hands me a large gift bag. On top is a Gucci belt. I set it on my bed and pull out a Versace logo tee, golden checkered pants from Burberry, and black FILA sneakers. It's overwhelming

"He said you can pick what you like and he'll get rid of the rest," Mom says, blowing a kiss and closing the door.

What do I wear? Not all of it matches, but I don't want to seem like an ungrateful brat... maybe he likes bratty kids. I select the belt, shoes and the shirt, but put on a pair of my own black jeans to dress down the outfit.

"Y/N?" A fruity, deep voice asks, followed by a gentle knock. I slip on my second sneaker and looks up. He must be Carl. His dark hair and roman nose strike out immediately. After taking off his sunglasses, I see into his dark orbs. He, standing at about 6'2, is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. 

"Carl?" I ask. He smirks and licks his lips. "She's perfect, Ellen."

"I'm so glad Carl!" Mom swoons. "How about the payment? Per month?"

"Of course," Carl replies. "Let's motor, Y/N. I have a bag of things at my house, so leave all of this behind, doll."

I get off of my bed, possibly saying goodbye to this bedspread I've known all my life. I follow Carl into the hall. I want to say goodbye to mom, but she's nowhere to be found.

In Carl's car, he turns on the radio and a pop song plays. "Just so you know, I murdered my wife so we can be together," Carl says, pulling out of my driveway.

"What the fuck?" I ask. He's kidding, right?

"Yeah she was dead wrong when she thought we were meant to be," Carl replies.

"What did you do with the body?" I ask, scared to learn the answer.

"I fed it to a murder of crows. The smell from the garage was killing me."

"Who hurt you?"

"Jeff Zucker, Y/N, Jeff Zucker."