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?


65. Chapter 64 - Eren

“It is time to go see your favorite witch.” 

Eren read the order. He could have guessed its contents before he even unfolded the paper; it was Reinhard’s idea of a punishment and this was the final serving. 

Reinhard smiled. “You will get to see the Champion of Light,” said Reinhard, “isn’t that what you always wanted? And you will get to see him in battle too.” 

“What?” Eren shook his head. 

Reinhard opened his mouth to continue, but a different voice answered — a female voice. 

“We will feed her to the Champion of Light. It will be his final meal.” 

Eren took a sharp breath. He knew this voice. It was sweet and malicious, loving and poison at the same time. He turned his head and saw Zofia standing in the corner, her arms wrapped around her stomach. When had she come in? Or had she always been there? Reinhard must have let her back into the barracks right after she was cast out. 

Never forget that we are your true brothers—your brothers in arms.

Eren gritted his teeth. 

“And you,” she added with a grin, “will go to the front line to see him.” 

Eren shook his head in confusion. He couldn’t understand. 

“You will take your favorite witch to the Champion of Light,” said Reinhard and handed him a second scroll. Eren unfolded it. It was a drafting order. For tomorrow. “You will fight by his side at the front line, you will die by his side at the front line, your superior will send me notice of your death and I will inform him of my grief.” 

Eren’s heart sank. So this was the punishment, he thought. Three orders that would take away everything he held dear: Kolin, Sable and his life. 

Reinhard looked him in the eyes. “Do you understand?” A growing wave of force in his voice and face. 

Eren clicked his heels and saluted. Orders received. 

“Good,” Reinhard nodded with sardonic satisfaction. “I shall go down with you to execute the order.” 

Zofia pushed herself off the wall with the giddiness of a child. “I’ll watch.” 

There was a knock. Eren opened the door. It was a soldier. “I have a report to make,” the man said. “Marcus is — “ 

Reinhard made a dismissive wave. “Now leave. Please.” 

The man clicked his heels and saluted. A clear order was given and it would be executed accordingly. He turned, walked out and closed the door. 

It was time for Eren to execute his order. He turned and opened the door. He stepped out of the office, his executioner behind him. His eyes were wide as he stared ahead at the walls, the stone floors, the candles, but he saw only an abyss that swallowed him whole. Despair sloshed in his gut. 

What to do? Eren took a silent breath. Clear your mind. Think. Think like your life depends on it. 

He had already lost Kolin. The boy had been sucked into the machine that was the military. Even if he went to the front line, he was more likely to find the boy’s corpse than alive. 

His own life wasn’t too important right now; Eren trusted that even if he went to the front line, he would have a fighting chance of coming out alive — and even if he did die, there would be no one to mourn for him. 


Eren grimaced. He owed her a debt: exactly one life. She had saved Kolin’s life when no other doctor could help him. The debt had to be honored. 






Sable sat in her cell, knees against her chest, her face buried in her arms. She felt more alone than she had ever in her life. Even when she traveled alone as a bracegear mechanic, she had the companionship of her Iron Horse. She had her costumers. She had the fellow travelers she met at the inns at night. And even when she was in this cell, she always had Alisa and then Zofia. 

Perhaps it wasn’t the lack of freedom that was the problem — it was the desolation of  her darkest solitude that starved the mind and soul. 

The witches in the prison whispered incessantly. Some asked her questions, but Sable ignored them. She didn’t know any answers. 

First Alisa had been taken away. Then Svenja. And now Zofia.
Something was in the air. The air of the prison pulsed with fear, dread and childish curiosity. 


Sable couldn’t get his face out of her head. She remembered the kindness in him when it was about his brother — what was his name again? She recalled how glad he was when Kolin had been cured. And she remembered how he took Alisa and Zofia away. 

Alisa had been tortured to death, but what happened to Zofia? She hadn’t had the chance to exchange a Blood Mark with her. She hoped that Zofia was all right — perhaps when she escaped, they could meet again. 

Yes, she would escape and kill Eren. She would make him feel all the pain he had made Alisa feel. 

All of it and more. 

The door at the end of the corridor opened. Sable listened to the footsteps. Three people. Two in armor and one in regular attire. 

They began to walk down the corridor and with every step, whispers turned into gasps.

The three stopped before Sable’s cell. 

“So,” said Zofia, now dressed in fine white robes, “it is good to see you again, Sable.” 
A/N: Nobody likes Mondays ^^" 



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