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?


15. Chapter 14 - Sable

Alisa opened her mouth to answer, but then stopped. The sound of steady footsteps echoed in the corridor. The chattering of the guards. 

Sable and Alisa intently watched their cell door. Right now, no guard watched them, but was it possible for them to hear their conversation? 

“If we can’t hear them, then they shouldn’t be able to hear us,” said Sable. 

Alisa breathed evenly, her face a blank. She shook her head. She whispered: “They might become suspicious if we talk too much.” Then she pointed at the walls and said in a barely audible whisper: “The other witches might also hear and...” 

She didn’t finish the sentence, but Sable knew what she meant. There was no guarantee that the other witches would not use any information they gained to bargain with the captors to ensure their own survival. 

And it was in this moment that Sable realized how much she valued Alisa’s companionship. She was a constant reminder that there was kindness in this sorry place, a beacon of trust in the otherwise somber darkness. 

“Give me your hand, we should make a Blood Bond,” Alisa whispered. 

“A Blood Bond?” 

Alisa appeared confused. “You don’t know what a Blood Bond is?” 

Sable shook her head. 

“But every witch teaches her daughter how to...the Witch Council has mandated that this be the first magic that every witch teaches her daughter.” 

Sable shrugged. “My mother died before she could teach me this.” 

Alisa’s eyes were filled with complete and utter disbelief. 

“Are you sure that you are a witch?” she asked. 

“Of course I am a witch!” Sable exclaimed. Her voice traveled down the corridors, bouncing off the stone walls, looking for a way out of these confines but was ultimately blocked by the heavy wooden door. 

The steady pacing of guards stopped. 

Sable bit her tongue. Alisa did not breathe. 

The guards walked over to their cell, three of them, and peered inside. 

Their gazes wondered if something was wrong. 

Both witches remained silent. Expressionless. Their hearts beat wildly against their chests. 

When the guards walked away, both let out a silent breath of relief. 

“Of course I’m a witch,” Sable repeated, this time in an urgent hiss.

Alisa pursed her lips, her brows furrowed with skepticism. She sighed. “I’ll show you how to make a Blood Bond. It’s essentially exchanging a little piece of magic, so that even if we are separated, we can communicate through our thoughts.” 

“But how can we make a Blood Bond without our magic?” asked Sable and she rattled the gransia handcuffs. It was hard to believe that such a simple piece of forged metal could rob a witch of her magic. 

Alisa chuckled, her lips forming a mocking smile at the mention of the handcuffs. “Give me your hands.” 

Sable obliged. 

“These handcuffs shouldn’t be a problem,” Alisa said. “They only prevent the execution of magic. They essentially prevent our magic from leaving our body and having an effect on the surroundings. But if we do this— “ 

She grabbed Sable’s forearms and her hands began to glow blue. “If we do this, then...” 

Sable took a sharp breath. Something foreign enter her blood flow. It felt cold at first, but then she realized that it was because Alisa’s magic was warm. How strange that total opposites could feel the same. 

“Shhh,” Alisa hissed. More magic entered Sable and she could see her arteries glow with Alisa’s blue magic. 

“My turn...” Alisa breathed out. Sable swallowed. The warm sensation was gone and a blue mark appeared on her arm. Alisa’s mark of magic. 

Now she felt something leaving her body. There was a deep frown on Alisa’s eyebrows as she sucked magic out of Sable. 

Something was wrong. 

Alisa gritted her teeth. Her breathing became heavy. There was sudden panic in her eyes. 

Sable peered down at Alisa’s arms and saw that somehow, Alisa’s veins had turned black. 

Alisa let out a shriek and separated from Sable. 


The blue haired witch looked up, her face covered with sweat, her eyes blank with terror. 

“Get away from me! Monster!” Alisa cried. 

“N-No,” Sable uttered, her heart cold. The guard had the same reaction when she reached out for him. He treated her like a monster because she was a witch. But now this, Sable did not understand. 

Alisa breathed rapidly and eventually she calmed down. She did not face Sable as she spoke in a low voice. “You are not a witch.”



A/N: Happy Friday! Or as they say in Korean: Friday Fire~ I realized that Sable and Eren haven’t talked that much. This will change very soon :) 


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