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?


53. Chapter 52 - Zofia

Zofia waited patiently. The prison was quiet now; all the witches had gone to sleep and the few guards that were assigned the night shift were men that she knew personally. She had instructed for them to leave the prison for now. There was an important conversation she needed to have. 

She watched Sable sleeping in the corner. Her breathing was gentle, her face innocent and pure — no one could ever guess the sin she had committed in the past. 

Zofia smiled sardonically. She was rather surprised by what Sable had confessed earlier; it was the first time that she had heard of a witch summoning a demon in the pursuit for more power. It was a taboo no witch ever dared to committee — until now. 

Well, the sin was already done. Zofia licked her lips. Now it was time to make the most of it. 

Zofia waited. She closed her eyes and listened to the tense silence of the prison. The soft breathing of the witches in the next cell. The sighs and coughs. The twisting and turning of bodies in their sleep. 

The witches wouldn’t have to stay here for much longer, Zofia thought. If this conversation went well, then soon it would all be over. 

Sable’s body stirred. Zofia rose. Her heart galloped with anticipation. Yes! It was finally time. 

Sable twisted and moaned in her sleep. Her brows furrowed as though she were experiencing pain and she let out a low cry. She ripped her eyes open — but they were not green. They had become black pearls and dark smoke oozed out of her eyes. Her face no longer carried the guilelessness — no, rather, her expression was on of smugness and total self-assurance. 

Sable spoke. Her voice had changed. “This is the first time someone had the impunity to summon me.”

Zofia crossed her arms and frowned. Was this the demon Sable had told her about? She couldn’t be sure. It was better to play this carefully; she had to feel out what this power was, what it wanted and just how powerful it actually was. 

“You heard that I wanted to talk to you?” 


“You do know that eavesdropping is rather rude?”

“You insolent little witch,” Sable growled and her black eyes narrowed. She raises her hands and aimed them at Zofia. Her hands dissolved into black smoke and formed dark arrows. With a roar, she launched an attack on Zofia. 

“Heh,” Zofia scoffed and with a simple motion, she swiped aside the arrows. They dissolved in the air. 

“I am most impressed,” Zofia said. “Sable has the gransia handcuffs on, and despite that, you still manage to materialize like this.” 

“Now that you understand my power, kneel before me and beg for mercy.” 

“Hah!” Zofia touched the cell door bars and a layer of purple engulfed them. There, she thought. This will make sure that none of their conversation will leak out to the rest of the prison. 

She turned to Sable. Or rather, whatever was inhibiting Sable’s body. 

In a flash, she closed the space between them. She grabbed Sable by the throat and slammed her against the wall. Black smoke streamed out of her eyes, like tears. 

“Now listen to me, little demon,” Zofia snarled. “I acknowledge your power; these gransia handcuffs are supposed to suppress all the magic in a witch’s body. For you to be able to appear at will like this means that your power must be of monstrous proportions. But I can also see that it takes all of your power to simply maintain whatever form you have now. You might be powerful enough to kill me without any effort, but right now, you are at my mercy. A demon with his powers sealed away is nothing but an insect.”

Sable scowled and spat in Zofia’s face. She sighed and formed a fist. Then without hesitation, she punched Sable’s stomach, causing more dark tears to roll from her face. Zofia continued to hit Sable’s body until the cries had become a whimper. 

“It must be difficult for you to maintain this form, and despite that you appear before me the moment I call upon you,” Zofia said. “You must be desperate for help.”

“And you also need my help...,” Sable croaked. “Without me, you can’t finish what you too are desperate...desperate enough to lock yourself in this cell and play these silly games.” 

Zofia kept her expression neutral. She tightened her grip around Sable’s throat. Just enough to make her struggle a little more. They had now entered the negotiation phase. She had to play this carefully. 

“What is your name?” she asked. 

“To you witches...,” Sable said. “I am known as Igel.”

“To us witches?” 

“Yes...humans call me by another name.” 

“Which is?” 

“The Word of Light.”


A/N: Bonjour ^^ 


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