THE DEMON WITHIN (A ZENDAYA RPF)

UNCAGED

                                                              A DAY IN FEBRUARY 2015

   Another humid afternoon in California was drawing to a close as nineteen-year-old Disney star Zendaya stood posing for a photo shoot on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Dressed in an eye-catching bright green military outfit for Teen Vogue, she struck several poses while staring up at the camera lens. Zendaya wanted to ensure every shot the photographer captured was nothing less than perfectly framed.

One pose required her to flex her slender muscles, which lacked obvious definition though she was surprisingly strong. Zendaya had enough upper body strength to topple men larger than her wildest imagination. She made the most of every modeling gig, showcasing her physique at erotically pleasing angles for magazines' front covers centered around her angelic face.

Hours passed as the long day wore on. Zendaya grew tired but persevered through the grueling redundancy of posing in various outfits, awaiting the photographer's approval of a shot worthy enough to conclude the work. Being away from home for so long drained her social energy reserves; she yearned for solitary downtime to lounge in bed, sleeping away the days while enjoying classic films.

A few camera flashes signaled Zendaya's waning enthusiasm to continue. She rose from her seat, saying "That's enough. We're done here. I'm heading home."

"Wait, could you give us a few more shots?We're almost finished." the producer begged. 

"Nope, you have enough material. I'm tired and need to eat before resting. Just make sure you don't edit out my good sides. Peace out," Zendaya answered sarcastically.

She strolled to her trailer. She took a peek at editing the crew who were reviewing photos on monitors. Whenever on set, Zendaya moved so quietly none noticed her approach. Peering over a monitor, she saw the shots were exceptional as expected: pure perfection, bringing a smile. Mediocre work risked unleashing her primadonna temperament.

Approaching her assistant Darnell, who was engrossed in scrolling on his phone.

"Darnell, I'm ready to leave." said Zendaya

"Really, I thought work ended at six? It's only four fifteen" said Darnell

" Well, we decided to cut things short today, they got all the shots they needed, let's roll."

"Did you take a look at the photos?" asked Darnell
"They' looked fabulous, now call the van, I need to get home and sleep."

Eager to unwind from the relentless demands of the day's shoot and recharge her drained social battery, the young starlet was ready to leave the hustle and bustle of the production behind, already anticipating the comfort and solitude of her own private space, where she could indulge in much-needed rest and relaxation.

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When Zendaya returned home, she sat lounging at her dinner table, gobbling up the remnants of a tasty salad she had picked up on her drive home from a vegan restaurant. From the kitchen, she could see her eighty-inch television that had been playing an episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta, a show Zendaya had grown quite fond of for its stupidly choreographed drama sequences. 

The show got a few chuckles from her while she chewed her food. Minutes after the episode finished, Giuliana Rancic's fashion police segment had premiered. Giuliana and her co-stars were doing a review of the worst red carpet looks from the Oscar ceremony. During the broadcast, Giuliana sat on a comfy white couch across from her four co-hosts, Kelly Osbourne, Joan Rivers and a guy dressed in a nicely styled gray suit in a highly decorated room with expensive antiques placed on top of every table and shelf in the room.