Doctor Demon

*Flashback*

The girl is standing outside the ICU, waiting for any news. Several people are staring at her bloodied state and whispering at her but her dead eyes are staring at the door. She did not flinch nor move from there for hours, making people worry about her.

But no one is daring to approach her. They have been warned not to. The Cho's are powerful and she is going to be in for a lot of trouble when they arrive.

"Isn't she a servant girl at the Cho mansion?" one nurse whispers behind her. Servant, huh? Is that what I am? She wonders vaguely.

"I think that she gave birth to an illegitimate daughter!" Another nurse claims. "And they're covering it up."

"Poor girl. To have irked the Cho's! What is she thinking?"

She can hear their whispers. This...this is her fate. She made a choice once and now, it is punishing her daughter.

"Yeonjoo…" she whispers. Her lips are dry and the burn on her cheek is stinging. No one will treat her for it. Not a single soul came to help her except the one doctor who agreed. He took her little Yeonjoo and is treating her on his own. No other people dares to go to the ICU. They are too scared of the Cho's.

"WHERE THE HELL IS THAT BITCH?"

A familiar voice echoes through the corridor but the girl does not turn around. She knows who it is. A well dressed lady in her early fifties is storming towards her, furious at the silly girl who is ruining her family's reputation. She spotted the young mother and grabbed her arm. The girl was spun around and a loud slap resonates throughout the hospital.

"You fucking bitch!" the older woman slaps and beats her. "How dare you malign my family name? You whore!"

She keeps on hitting the girl but the latter does not respond. The girl simply endures it all. It is the only thing she can do. Endure.

The well dressed woman hits the girl as loudly as she can. A nurse tries to help the girl but another doctor forbids her.

"That's the wife of Cho Youngjoon," the doctor hisses. "Yeon Ciara! If we stop her, she will destroy us!"

The nurse hesitates and stops. Everyone is watching the commotion as the woman beats up the girl who is mutely tolerating everything.

"How dare you get that wrench treated?" Ciara yells. "You know very well that she doesn't deserve this! First you hoodwink my son and now you give birth to a bloody girl? You fucking-"

She slaps the girl more. The girl's lips were now bleeding and she was heavily bruised. The burn on her cheek is also bleeding heavily and the doctors stay mum, witnessing the scene. They cannot interfere at all otherwise their license will be revoked.

Ciara beats the girl until she feels tired and slumps on a bench to catch her breath. The girl is now on her knees again, unmoving and mute. The crowd disperses, not wanting to see anymore of the commotion. Ciara turns to the girl.

"Ming Jisoo, listen up!" she warns. "Forget about the wretched kid. Go home and behave like a good daughter-in-law! If the old man hadn't forged a contract with your parents to have you marry our son, we would have never taken a filthy orphan like you as our daughter-in-law! And to top it all, even Sungki fell in love with you! What the fuck did you do to our son? He's the top idol in the country! Girls line up for him and he secretly marries you! I don't know what he sees in you!"

"He's now on a shoot for a show," she goes on. "You better go home and be his doting wife. Otherwise, no one can save you from his wrath!"

She glares at the girl who is as still as a statue. Jisoo has her head down, her tears have all dried up. Her heart is numb and she is in no state to talk nor react.

"Did you listen at all?" Ciara spits. "Come home with me!"

She grabs Jisoo's hand but the latter remains rooted to her spot. The old woman is annoyed and forcefully drags her daughter-in-law but Jisoo does not move. She is not going to go.

"Fine!" Ciara shouts at her. "I'll have Sungki deal with you! Ungrateful whore! We gave you a home, a family and that's how you treat us?"

She pushes Jisoo to the ground and kicks her on the stomach. Jisoo curls up in pain but does not make a single sound. She is used to the pain and no longer begs for help. Who will help her?

Jisoo heard Ciara turn on her heels and leave. She lay on the floor, curling into a fetal position. Her eyes are still on the ICU, waiting for her daughter to recover.

Yeonjoo...please be safe, she prayed. It is a futile prayer.Jisoo knows that no power in the world can save her daughter now. But it is not fair! Yeonjoo is only a few weeks old, hardly bigger than Jisoo's arm. She is so tiny and innocent. Her dark eyes sparkle whenever she sees Jisoo…

She held up her shaking hands, staring at them. Only mere hours ago, her daughter was laughing in her arms. Yeonjoo was supposed to live. She was supposed to become a great detective and fight crimes. Jisoo was saving money for her daughter so that she could become something big someday. She knows the Cho's will never consider Yeonjoo as their heir but that is okay with Jisoo. All she wants is for her daughter to live.

And now, everything is over. All because of one man…

From somewhere, the sound of the television reaches her ears and she hears a deep voice speaking. Her spine goes cold when the familiar voice talks, making her crawl in sadness and disgust.

"My type of girl?" she hears Sungki say. He giggles a mischievous laugh. The laugh which makes thousands of fans go crazy for him. The giggle which once captured her heart.

The giggle which she hears every night before the torture begins.

"I like very sweet and innocent girls," Sungki is saying. "One who will love me with her whole heart. I want to treasure her all my life. For me, there will be no one else but her."

No one else but her...Jisoo wants to laugh. She is not sure why. In a way, he is right. For her, there is no other. She only gave her heart to one man. And he accepts it. He loves her. There is no denying that fact. After all, he tells this to her everyday. She is his. She will remain his. She cannot escape him.

Even if it means he beds other girls, she has to be pure for him. Untainted and untouched.

Is this the end? She wonders. Can I die now? Will I not get to see  my daughter one last time?

A curtain of darkness falls over her eyes and she is now feeling dizzy. She does not get up but keeps on lying on the floor until she completely black out.