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?

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33. Chapter 32 - Sable

Sable and Alisa sat together in their cell. Ever since Sable had given Eren the recipe, he had not come back to the prison. Why not? Had Kolin died? Or was the senior officer sent to the front lines? Either way, it gave Sable and Alisa plenty of time to chat—and not just them. During Office Galloway’s absence, the chatter among the witches grew louder and the guards did nothing about it. In fact, some of them sat down in front of the cells and began to chat with the witches—at safe distance. 


It was a strange situation, but perhaps it was just natural; after all, the guards saw more of the witches than they saw of their own friends outside the barracks. Even if blood will be shed without the prison cell door separating both sides, neither side liked the suffocating silence during all hours of eternal night. A little conversation, even if it was ironic, was better than no conversation at all. 


“The recipe you gave to Eren Galloway, was it poison?” Alisa asked. 


Sable shook her head. “It was real medicine.” 


Alisa’s jaw dropped a little with shock. “But why did you give it to him so easily?” 


Sable smiled ruefully. “Kolin sounded like a nice boy and letting him die felt unjust...if there was something I could do to help him, then I wanted to at least try.”


Alisa sighed. “You are too kind, Sable. You gave away our biggest bargaining chip.” 


“Perhaps,” Sable said tentatively, “but we can see it another way; if I had not given him the medicine at that point, then Kolin might have died and we’d have lost our bargaining chip anyway. But if the medicine saves him in time, then Officer Galloway will be indebted to us.” 


Alisa snorted with laughter. “For him to be indebted to a witch...it wouldn’t surprise me if he hung himself first.” 


Sable smiled wryly. Yes, she could imagine that. 


Their conversation fell silent. For a while, they listened to what the other guards and witches were saying. In the next cell, a witch was giving a guard a recipe for boiling chicken and potatoes into a “magically delicious stew.” Sable listened closely; she snickered with giddiness. If the guard actually attempted this recipe, his house and everyone in it would burn. And yet she could not deny that this thought gave her a little joy—after all, revenge was a bittersweet affair. 


Down the corridor, close to the door, Sable heard the sounds of wooden pieces on a wooden board. What game were the guards playing, she wondered. Suddenly, she yearned for a board game; it would alleviate the boredom of waiting for Officer Galloway to come back. Without him, the key part to their breakout plan, little could move forward. 


“Checkmate,” a woman’s voice sounded. 


Sable sat up and strained her ears. If it was a female voice, then it must be the voice of a witch for there were no other women down here. 


“I lost again?” A man’s voice. It was a guard. There was the sound of a helmet being set down. “Another game. This time I will win.” 


“What would you like to wager?” the witch asked. 


“What do you want?” the guard returned. 


“I would like those keys you have hanging off your belt.” 


Bitter laugher. Cynical laughter. Sardonic laughter. 


There was the sound of wooden pieces being set onto the board and after that, the steady sound of pieces being moved. 


Sitting against the wall, Alisa too chuckled. It was an amusing conversation. 


“Do you know her name?” Sable asked. “The witch playing against the guard.” 


Alisa shook her head. 


Sable pursed her lips. There was something she wanted to ask Alisa. Something she had never dared to ask anyone  before because she was afraid to hear the answer. 


“Alisa,” Sable began, her voice suddenly serious, her voice somber. “Ever since that night when the magic took over my body and talked to you...” 


Alisa turned to Sable. Her expression told Sable that this memory haunted her. 


Sable continued. “Ever since that night...has that happened again?” 


Alisa took a deep breath and shook her head. And then she asked: “Sable...that wasn’t the first time, was it?” 


Silence. That was enough of an answer. 


“When did it happen?” 


For the longest time, Sable did not answer. Conversation streamed all around while she sat on an island of her own. 


“It happened before I was imprisoned,” Sable finally answered. 


“You allowed the demon magic to take over you?” 


A faint nod. 


“Why?” 


Sabe swallowed and her breathing was unsteady. She closed her eyes. She recalled those memories she was determined to forget—and those recollections were clearer than anything else in her mind. 


“I was in a village,” she said. “The people there needed help and I gave them everything I could give them. Food, water, bracegear parts...but then when the Eisen Kingdom troops came in, the villagers decided to sell me out so that they could save themselves.” 


“Did you fight back with your magic?” 


“Yes, I fought with everything I had, but the Eisen Kingdom had hired witch hunters who knew how to deal with combat magic. I was defeated and...” 


Sable’s voice faded and Alisa said nothing. Sable continued. “And just when I was about to die, my magic spoke to me. It told me that it could save me and I allowed it to take over my body. I remember everything I did afterwards...I killed every person I could get my hands on...I...” 


Sable’s voice broke and her body shook violently. She hugged her knees and buried her face in her arms. 


“There...there.” Alisa put her arms around her shaking body. “You are not alone anymore.” 


Sable calmed a little.


“Remember the Blood Bond we made?” Alisa pointed at her own arm and then at Sable’s. “With this, we will always be connected.” 


Sable stopped shaking and leaned against Alisa’s warmth. She was grateful that she shared this cell with Alisa, otherwise she might have gone mad in this place.


And with her arms around Sable, Alisa said in a hushed whisper: “While you were asleep, something did happen.”


“What?” 


“Nothing to do with you or your magic.” Relief. “But while you were asleep, Officer Reinhard came down.” 


Sable knew Officer Reinhard. She had met him even before she met Eren. 


“He came down with a lady,” Alisa said. 


“A lady?” 


“I didn’t see her face, but— “


Before Alisa could say more, there was the sound of a door being opened. The conversations stopped immediately. A wooden chess piece was dropped to the ground. The clatter echoed through apprehensive silence. 


Sable and Alisa moved to the cell door. Who was it? 

 

 

A/N: I’ve had a look around on the Internet for fantasy stories written by other authors, and I noticed that The Girl in Cell 3 is really different from everything else. There is no Destiny’s Chosen One or Flames of Fate or The Towers of Darkness or “insert fancy name” of the Underground Realm. The Girl in Cell 3 is a fantasy romance and so far the fantasy setting is predominately one depressing prison =_=“ I think the setting for the Triple Witching Hour Claire comic offers far better information on the world outside of Sable’s prison. 

 

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