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?


17. Chapter 16 - Sable

Sable sat in a corner of the cell, as far away from Alisa as possible. She did not understand what had gotten into Alisa; right after they had exchanged magic to form a Blood Bond, terror overtook her and she had been shaking ever since. Any attempt by Sable to calm her only made it worse, and so she decided to stay far away from her friend. 

“Alisa, please…talk to me,” Sable begged. 

Alisa rested her chin on her knees, her arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were blank with fear, her body still shaking. 

“You are not a witch,” she repeated. 

“No! I am a witch!” Sable retorted, her eyes burning with desperate obstinacy. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she was a witch. Her grandmother was a witch. Her mother was a witch. Her sister was a witch. She had always been able to use magic. 

Alisa took deep breaths. She calmed down. Sable did not move. 

“You are not your blood,” she said. 

Sable only shook her head in confusion. 

“The magic I felt wasn’t that of a witch,” Alisa said. “It was evil...vindictive...sardonic. It had a mind of its own.” 

Sable said nothing. She averted her eyes, peering down onto the floor. 

“Do you know something about this?” Alisa asked. 

Sable said nothing. 

“It wasn’t the magic of a witch, but that...that of a demon.” 

A demon. Alisa could not fully believe what she had just uttered. Demon magic and spells that needed demon magic were forbidden. The Witch Council had long sealed and burned books that taught how to use this dark magic. This power required a witch to form a bond with a demon—a being that no one could ever fully understand and tame. 

“Why do you have demon magic in your veins?” 

Sable shut her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. Her head hurt. The memories she had long suppressed came bubbling to the surface. 

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

Sable looked up. This was a question she could answer without any doubt. “I am a witch.” Her eyes gleamed with certainty, her mouth set determinately.

Sable felt Alisa’s meditative gaze on her, scrutinizing her, assessing her, searching for the slightest flicker of doubt. 

Finally, she spoke. “I believe you.” 

Sable let out a silent sigh of relief. She smiled slightly. Alisa smiled back. They both knew what the other was feeling glad that a sense of trust had been restored; in this somber place where eternal night ruled, a single friendship was worth more than all the gold in the world. 

“So...what did you have in mind for breaking out?” Sable asked. 

Alisa stood and sat down next to her. She opened her mouth to speak and— 

A door opened. At the end of the corridor, they could hear the sounds of footsteps. Steady, strong, determined steps. Not the sounds of tired guards, but that of someone who hated witches. 



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