The Girl in Cell 3 (Triple Witching Hour)

Every day SABLE talks to her knight in shining armor, EREN. She says sweet words, tugging at his heart, hoping to steal it. But there is always a barrier between them - a prison cell door. EREN has struck a deal: keep her locked up and his little brother will be out of harms way.

Her cell is inescapable and her placement on death row rises fast. She aims to seduce him and have him break her out. But when truths and lies become one, can she deceive his heart without breaking her own?


12. Chapter 11 - Sable

After several days had passed, despite the suspicions, Sable found herself taking a liking to Alisa and they became friends. Maybe they became friends because of the circumstances—they only had each other. Would they have gotten along so well under better circumstances? It was hard to tell. 

But whatever the case, Sable was glad that she had found someone to share her cell with; the hours of endless silence, the stoic guards and only her own words to comfort her would have driven her mad if she had to endure the loneliness any longer. 

Sable estimated that if the handcuffs were off, then Alisa should be able to summon potent magic. Her dark blue hair grew more lustrous with every passing day and sometimes her blue eyes pulsed in the darkness like a heartbeat.

No matter how much they got along, Sable did not share her break out intentions with Alisa. Every witch in the prison had heard what Senior Officer Galloway had proclaimed; if a witch was caught trying to break out, then both witches would be executed. Over the next few days, Sable heard the rough creaks of doors being opened, the rattle of keys, the sound of bodies being dragged into different cells. Every now and then the door at the end of the corridor opened. There were gut curling screams, echoing endlessly through the corridor. 

Sable knew what this meant: more captured witches were being transferred into the cells. More witches were being paired up into one cell. 

What did the kingdom want with so many witches? Sable remembered that before the war between the Eisen Kingdom and King’s Pride, witches were largely left alone—in some cases they even co-existed and traded with villages. But this change…why and how did it happen? 

In the following days, the announcement that Officer Galloway had made at first was repeated several times not by him, but by the guards. Sable found this rather odd; where had Officer Galloway gone to? She hadn’t seen him in several days. He seemed like a conscientious type of person who did not skimp on his duty. 

If Officer Galloway was gone for an extended period of time, perhaps the guards would relax and there would be a chance to break out. A key carelessly dropped. A tired yawn that caused the guard to lean too closely to the cell door. A thoughtless stumble. The possibilities were endless. 

Life with Alisa was good, even pleasant sometimes. Sable discovered that she was a talented story teller; the blue haired witch began to tell her stories of her own life, and when she ran out of tales, she invented new ones. Soon enough, witches in neighboring cells asked her to speak louder so that they could hear the entire story without straining their ears. The guards did not stop her. 

She told tall tales of incredible magic that she was capable of casting. She told stories of damsels in distress and knights in shining armor. She recounted heart pounding escapes from witch hunters and knights. 

At the end of every story, there was a round of quiet applause, like the averse scampering of little mice, afraid that someone might hear or see. 

Her stories brought a little sun into the eternal somber night of prison. 

Then one night, Alisa said: “Do you have nightmares?” 

Sable shook her head. There were many things on her mind, but nightmares wasn’t one of them. She slept soundly, despite the circumstances. 

“Why do you ask?” 

Alisa pursed her lips, her eyes darted left and right. 

“Did I talk in my sleep again?” Sable asked. 

“No…I mean yes,” Alisa said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You talk in your sleep...but it sounds like you are talking to someone specific...or something.” 

Sable shook her head. She didn’t understand. She has had nightmares before, but she never talked to anyone in those dreams. 

Alisa shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t matter.” 

They shared their water and bread. It was colder than usual. They dreamt and shivered together. 

Sable awoke from her slumber. She found Alisa sitting next to her, the blue eyes piercing the darkness. 

“W-What is it?” asked Sable. 

Alisa’s face was stoic, a landscape of untouched snow. 

She spoke. “You want to break out, don’t you?” 



A/N: During spring break in March, I’ll get a part time job while I write my dissertation. I’ll do my best to keep updating consistently!


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