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?


49. Chapter 48 - Reinhard

Reinhard was a man who was in love, but no one ever called him a fool. After he left the tavern, he could have gone home, but instead he decided to go back to the barracks. Something Eren had said disconcerted him. He needed to check for himself. 

He greeted the guards who stood at the entrance. They saluted him. He smiled. It felt good to be in a position of authority. He welcomed this sense of power that came with his uniform.

His promotion had not come through entirely honest means — but Reinhard had always believed that integrity was a poor man’s name. Look at Eren, he thought. Honest his whole life and still of such a low rank. If Eren was just more aware of which strings to pull, then he could have easily erased Kolin’s name from the draft list without having to ask for any favors. 

About three years ago, Zofia wanted to work more closely with Reinhard. And whatever Zofia wanted, she always got. She used the favors owed to her at the Church of Valor to have a person disappear and Reinhard’s superior, Commanding Officer Robert Bloodhorne, was promoted to High Commander. With a little bit of blackmail, Reinhard moved up to the vacant position and since then they had been able to spend almost every day together. 

Zofia was a witch — yes, but Reinhard trusted her. It was in their most intimate moments in the bed chamber that she revealed her true self to him. He knew all of her demons, her hopes and passions — and her darkest grudges. He knew everything about her except her true age. That was her only secret. 

Reinhard walked down the stairs to the prison and stopped when he heard footsteps. 

“Sir!” It was Marcus. He stood straight and saluted. 

“Marcus,” Reinhard nodded. He saw that the young man carried a chessboard under his arm. He raised an eyebrow. He did hear a rumor that one of the guards played chess with a witch in cell one. So Marcus was the one. 

“You play chess?” Reinhard asked. 


Reinhard smiled inwardly. Marcus had indeed played chess with the witch in cell one. He displayed all the signs of a child who got caught doing something bad; he fidgeted, his speech was disjointed and he glanced left and right. 

“Perhaps we could play a game sometime,” Reinhard suggested. 


“Come to my office tomorrow before your shift.” 


Reinhard dismissed him and continued down the stairs. He opened the heavy wooden door and stepped into the cold stone corridor.

His heart beat fast. This place always had this effect on him; the torch lights, the moisture, the cold. It was a place where all joy had died and only witches remained. 

With his arms behind his back, he walked down the corridor, receiving salutes from the guards who had just taken up their post. 

He wasn’t here to check up on the witches. He was here for only one witch. 

He stopped at Sable’s cell and peered inside. He swallowed. Was Zofia alright? She must be. Reinhard’s breath grew shallow.

He saw Zofia speaking to Sable. Sable was in the middle of her sentence when she stopped. Reinhard felt Sable’s penetrating green eyes. Zofia turned around. Her raven black hair shined even in the darkness of this prison. 

He made eye contact with Zofia. For a moment neither said anything. Then—

Zofia jumped to her feet, ran up to the cell door, grabbed the bars and shook them.

“Let me out,” she cried. “Let me out you bastard. I will kill all of you! I will burn you from the inside!” 

Reinhard forgot to breathe. Zofia’s grey eyes burned with bitter hate, the lines of her face drawn together into a storm of fury. He had to remind himself that she was simply acting.

In a flash, Zofia reached through the bars and grabbed his hands. 

“Ahh!” Reinhard cried. He felt Zofia dig her nails into his hands. 

The guards behind him drew their swords, ready to cut her arm off. 

Zofia withdrew. “You are lucky that my magic is sealed,” she snarled. 

Breathing hard, Reinhard stepped back. He ordered the guards to keep watch and walked out of the prison. Once the heavy wooden door was closed behind him, he unfold his fingers and look at his bloodied palms. This was the first time Zofia had physically harmed him. He was shocked. What had gotten into her?

Cursing under his breath, Reinhard went to his office and washed his hands with a bottle of water. Stinging pain shot through him and he bit his lower lip. 

His eyes opened wide. 

Zofia had carved a message into the palm of his hands. The writing was rushed and messy, just barely legible, but the message was clear. 

His right hand said: “Get rid of Svenja in Cell 1.” 

His left said: “Prepare the Champion of Light for a feast.” 



A/N: Chapter 48! Thank you so much for reading! Next week the update schedule will be normal again. See you in the comments ;)


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