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Zayn Imagine (Asylum)

"I'm not crazy," Zayn mumbled to himself for the millionth time that day.
"I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy." He rocked himself back and fourth as he pulled his hair and took deep heavy breaths. The door to his room squeaked open as a nurse came in with a tray of food and his medication. The shaking boy immediately crawled to one of the corners in the room and bit his nails.
"Zayn? Can you please turn around for me?" The nurse politely asked.
"No. Go away I'm not crazy."
"I don't want to hurt you. I just want to give you your medicine and your food and then I will leave." The nurse gently persuaded.
Zayn turned to the nurse and stared. His eyes scanned her body up and down as desire grew. He watched as her breasts slightly moved around underneath her uniform. He gazed at her curvy figure and beautiful brown eyes. Her lips were moving but he didn't want to hear her talk. He just wanted relief.
"Zayn i'll do anything just please take this to make this job ea-,"
"Anything?" Zayn interrupted her.
The nurse stood there shocked at what he said because he never seemed to take interest in having conversations.
"Anything."
Zayn's lower region twitched with excitement. He grinned, for the first time in forever he smiled.
"Take off your uniform and get on the bed."
"Zayn I can no-,"
"Take off your fucking uniform, and get on the bed!" Zayn bellowed.
The young nurse shook in fear as she nodded her head unbuttoning her shirt letting it fall to the ground along with her skirt. Zayn stood up from the corner taking off his light blue gown. He pulled the nurses arm and he pushed her onto the bed after locking the door. He tied her up using the same thick leather straps they use on him whenever he gets out of control. He removed her underwear and threw it across the room along with his boxers. Tears rolled down the nurses' face and Zayn stopped his actions, wiped them away, and then whispered into her ear, "I'm not crazy."

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Queen