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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41. Chapter 40 - Sable

Sable sat in her cell, knees against her chest, her eyes closed. To the guards who walked by, she appeared to be in deep contemplation. There was a frown on her brows.


Eren had not shown up in two days. What was going on? Usually he would come down to the prison every night, but now the number of guards in the prison had been reduced by almost half. Why did they do that? Were they hoping to lower the contact between the knights and the witches? 


During the night, she could still hear the steady steps of the guards, their handsome armor clinking every time they took a stop, the delicate sound echoing down the narrow stone corridor. But those sounds were lonely now. 


“Perhaps Eren has taken leave again,” Alisa suggested. “I wouldn’t think of it to be unusual for guards to take regular breaks from this position; guarding witches must be hard on their nerves — considering how much their fear us.”
 

During those two days, Sable and Alisa had been in constant contact, exchanging information. It seems that above Sable’s cell, there was an entire prison that sprawled endlessly. There were countless cells with countless witches. Alisa had talked to them, but they knew little to nothing. All of them were captured, knocked unconscious and when they awoke, they found themselves in this prison. 


“Endless cells...,” Sable murmured. She thought back to the witch who had managed to break out of her cell, but then was caught before she could reach the end of the corridor; if what Alisa said was true, then that witch never had a chance of escaping. She would have walked from one prison to another. 


But this also meant two things: the prison Sable was in was the deepest underground and that this prison was the smallest. 


But why?


Sable and Alisa contemplated this for a long time, but neither could come up with a good answer. 


Then in the third day —


“Something is coming,” Alisa said. 


Sable had just woken up and rubbed her eyes. 


“What?” Her mind was still drowsy with sleep. 


“Someone is there.” 


Sable sat up. She yawned. 


“I have to go now.” 


“Alisa?” 


Silence. 


Sable rested her head against the stone wall. What just had happened? 


“Alisa?” 


Nothing. 


Sable waited, but Alisa never answered. Maybe she was taken out of her cell? Or maybe she was talking to another witch? Maybe she has— 


Sable’s mind became a blank. A sharp pain cut through her hand. She screamed and collapsed to the ground. 


There was some ruffling in the neighboring cells and the concerned voices of other witches sounded. 


“What was that?”


“Are you all right?” 


“Did someone hurt you?”


Sable breathed hard. What was that pain just now? It felt as though someone had hammered a nail into her hand and then—
 

“Ahhhh!” 


Sable cried and her whole body shook with pain. A second nail. This time in her other hand. The pain did not stop. One by one, her nails were being pulled out of her fingers — slowly, deliberately. Sable’s eyes were blank, her mouth wide open, drooling with pain. She could scarcely breathe. 


Then finally the pain subsided. 


Sable breathed. Shaking uncontrollably, she raised her hands to her line of sight and examined them. Nothing had happened to them. There were no nails in her hands and all her fingernails were there. But where had this pain come from? 


“Are you all right?” the witches asked again.


Sable cleared her throat and sat up. She opened her mouth to answer— 


Something choked all the air out of her. Her head felt cold and the sensation of water flooding her lungs prevented any words from coming out. She felt incredible pain around her neck, as though someone was holding her down. She couldn’t breathe. She struggled against an invisible force. She clawed the walls with blind  urgency. Air — I need to breathe — now!


And just as she was about to lose consciousness did the force let go.


“Ahhh...” Sable collapsed to the ground. Her body was weak. She could not move. The witches in the cells around her asked concerned questions. Sable doesn’t have the energy to answer. Her whole body was aching. Shaking. Torn apart. 


She rubbed her eyes and when she looked at them, she saw that they were covered with blood. 


Blood? Where had that come from? 


She touched her lips and found them bleeding. She could taste her own blood — her own pain. 


Sable frantically examined her own body, looking for wounds. 


And then she felt as though she might die. A cold sharp blade sunk into her stomach and cut it open. 


She finally lost consciousness. 

 

*  *  *

 

Hours later, Sable woke up. This time, she felt something hot pulsing on her arm. She summoned the strength to open her eyes and saw that the Blood Mark she had exchanged with Alisa was glowing so brightly that it hurt her eyes. 


“Alisa?” Sable croaked.


Nothing. 


The Blood Mark’s glow faded gradually until there was no more light. And then bit by bit, the lines of the Blood Mark disappeared. 


“Alisa?”


Silence. 


Sable stared at her arm, willing the Blood Mark to come back, but nothing happened. 


Sable collapsed against the wall. She knew what this meant. Alisa had died. 


Down the corridor, the door opened and familiar footsteps approached. Eren stopped before her cell. His hand rested on his sword hilt. 


Slowly, Sable stood. She was not shaking anymore. She felt no more pain. She walked up to the cell door and clutched the bars, her gransia handcuffs clinking against the metal bars. 


“Eren,” she murmured, her eyes filled with bitter hate. “No matter where you go, no matter how far you run — I will find you and I will kill you.” 

 

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A/N: Happy Easter! I hope all of you are having a good break :) And here’s a special Easter present for you: Chapter 2 of the Triple Witching Hour - Claire comic has been posted and is now available on the TWHstory website! Go there to see everything about the TWH universe. 

 

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