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?


43. Chapter 42 - Marcus

Chapter 42 - Marcus


Marcus watched Eren open the door and pull in a black haired witch behind him. He threw her into Sable’s cell and then left. Marcus shared disconcerted glances with several other on duty guards, but none of them said anything. Rumor had it that Commanding Officer Reinhard had hatched a scheme and for that reason, the number of guards had been reduced by almost half. 

This meant that there were almost five times as many witches in this prison as there were humans. Marcus swallowed. This reduction in manpower could not have come at a worse time; the merry mood of the prison had vanished after Alisa was taken out of her cell. The witches were on edge and so were the guards. If there was going to be a break out and mass killing, now was the opportune moment. 

Marcus peered into one of the cells. The only thing that kept the witches in their cells weren’t the cell doors, but the gransia handcuffs. Once those came off — all hell would break loose. 

But that wasn’t the only thing that worried him. Usually when new witches were added to the prison, they would come in batches — groups of five to eight. Today was the first time that a single witch had been brought in. 

Was she different?

Or perhaps this had something to do with Officer Reinhard’s scheme?

“Marcus, come over here.” It was the voice of a witch. Svenja’s voice. 

She pointed at the floor. She wanted to play chess. 

Marcus did as she commanded, but he did so with hesitant movements. Last time she had stolen a chess piece. At that time, he felt that he could trust her to a certain extent, but he had been a fool. And now with the tension in the prison, sitting this close to a cell door...

Svenja played white. Marcus played black.

While playing, he could sense that something was amiss. The witches whispered among each other incessantly and with great urgency. The witches in Svenja’s cell kept glancing over to him, trying to read his face. Was this about Alisa? 

He could sense disconcertedness in Svenja too. Her moves had lost their edge and she had already lost a bishop and a knight while he had lost only a single pawn. 

“What is wrong?” Marcus asked. 

Svenja looked up, her golden eyes piercing his. “Can you not hear it?” 

“Hear what?” 

“The witch that was taken away...Alisa,” Svenja murmured. “She was taken to a cell upstairs and she cried with pain. She was beaten and tortured, but she never gave in — and now she is quiet. She rests forever.” 

She moved her Queen for the first time. “We are in mourning.”

Marcus made his move and then peered into the cell. He felt the chilling glares of the witches. There was no forgiveness in their eyes. He instinctively inched back. He felt as though he could be killed at any moment. 

Svenja made her move. “Checkmate. You are dead.” 

Marcus had never lost a game so quickly before.



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