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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42. Chapter 41 - Eren

“Eren.” She muttered his name. For a moment, he was surprised; it was the first time that she had spoken his name — but she said those words with such bitterness that it made him shudder inside. 


“No matter where you go, no matter how far you run — I will find you and I will kill you.”


Those word stabbed him in the cut like the cold blade on a battlefield. His breath stopped, but he did not let his shock show on his face. He knew that Sable was upset that he had taken Alisa away, but he did not think that it would provoke such a malicious response. Her green eyes flashed with hate, her face flaming with silent fury. He believed every word she said. He wanted to ask her why she felt this way — even though he knew the answer already — but he could not ask any questions. Not with who was behind him. 


“I have something for you,” he said and drew his sword. Sable stepped back. He reached back and grabbed a woman by her arm. He opened the cell door and shoved her into the cell. 


He slammed the door shut and locked it. He breathed out with both relief and dread. 


“May the Word of Light have mercy,” he muttered. 


With hasty steps, he retreated. He opened the door and walked up the stairs, away from the prison, away from the hateful misery. He came to a stop when he saw Commanding Officer Reinhard leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. 


“How did it go?” he asked. 


“There were no problems,” Eren answered. “I hope this mad plan of hers will...result in no harm.”


Eren noticed that Reinhard’s hands were red.


“Do you have a cloth?” Reinhard asked. 


Eren pulled out a rag from his chest pocket and handed it to Reinhard. 


“What did you do?” Eren asked. 


“I just finished with Alisa,” Reinhard said, an edge of irritation in his voice. “She died with her lips sealed.” 


Eren thought that this was rather admirable, but he said nothing. 


“Shall we have lunch?” Reinhard asked. 


Eren had no appetite after hearing those words from Sable. But he agreed with a nod.


“Can you tell me more about Zofia?” asked Eren. 


“Sure. We can talk about her plan over some cold ale.” 

 

*  *  *

 

Sable

 

Sable examined the new witch that Eren that thrown into her cell. She had bruises all over her body, as though someone had been beaten and tortured her. Her body was cold, but she was still breathing. Sable felt her forehead — no fever. That was good.


“What happened to you,” Sable murmured. She brushed the witch’s black hair aside and found that she was rather beautiful. Her features were delicate and her beauty bursted through her blemished face. The luster of her raven hair stood out even in the eternal night of the prison. 


Was she too captured by the knights of King’s Pride? Yes, she probably was. No witch would voluntarily come to this prison. 


Judging by her wounds, she must have fought hard, Sable concluded. Was she protecting someone? Or perhaps she was fighting for her own survival. And even though she had obviously gone through so much struggle, this black haired witch’s sleeping face was so peaceful. 


Sable smiled wryly. Perhaps it is only in our sleep where we can live without worry. 


The witch stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Sable’s heart jumped. She did not think that the witch would wake so soon — at least not judging by her injuries. How odd. But now that Alisa was gone, any kind of company to fill the cold space of the cell was welcome. 


The witch glanced left and right. 


“Where am I?” 


Sable smiled sadly. “Shh...you are with me.”


The witch turned and her eyes were filled with confusion. “What?” 


She turned her head left and right. Her confusion turned into terror. 


“Where am I!” 


Her breathing became rapid. Her movements were sharp and fast. 


“You are in a prison for witches,” Sable said. “The handcuffs on you seal away your magic.” 


“No! No! This isn’t right. I was… I was…” 


“Were you fighting human knights?” 


The witch nodded. “I was traveling when several knights caught me and...” Her voice faded, her eyes now distraught. 


“I think something like that has happened to all of us here,” Sable said. 


The witch turned to her. “Who are you?” 


“I am Sable.” 


The black haired witch offered her hand. “Zofia.” 

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A/N: A new arch! And Easter over ^^” No more breaks…OTL…

Btw, chapter 41 is already up and online. Head to the TWHstory website to read it ;) 

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