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?


66. Chapter 65 - Marcus


Marcus left the door to the solitary prison wide open. If anyone decided to come down, he’d be able to hear them and react accordingly. He stepped before Svenja’s cell, the keys jingled in the silence of the prison, Svenja’s golden eyes two glowing moons in the night that surrounded them. She stood and grabbed the bars of the cell door. “Marcus.” 

Marcus said nothing. I can still go back, he thought. Everything could still be written off as an misunderstanding. Nothing has happened — yet. 

He slid the key into the lock. It clicked into place. A deafening storm. Her eyes glowed with hope. Her lips carried the shadow of a smile. What was she thinking, he wondered. 

All men are fools. 

“The front line is calling for men,” he said, “they are signing up volunteers at this very moment.” 

Svenja tilted her head with confusion, but she said nothing. She waited. 

Marcus continued, “Whenever there is a call for volunteers, it means that the state of the front line is in a dire state — it means that there aren’t enough reserves to fill the fallen ranks. And with volunteers being called up, it won’t be long before even the last reserves in King’s Pride are drafted.” 

He looked down at his armor. “I have sworn an oath to serve King’s Pride and I must keep it...” 

He grimaced with contempt. His voice faded. He searched for words that he could feel but could not utter. Anna’s voice came to his mind. Selfish until the bitter end. 

Marcus met Svenja’s gaze. He asked, “What were you in the past? What will you do once you're out of this prison?” His eyes gleamed with determination, he demanded not sweet words of reassurance both the callous truth. 

Svenja appeared to think for a moment. She looked up and down, measuring him, and her eyes narrowed, the corners turning downwards and her lips forming a faint smile. 

“Is this amusing?” asked Marcus. 

She shook her head. “I’m glad that I chose you. It is so rare to find a man one can read so well.” She took a breath. “I knew you would ask me that. I thought that you wouldn’t just turn the key and let me out. You hesitate — you hesitate all the time.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ve tried to learn everything about you while we were playing chess — especially the way you think,” she said, “and you always hesitate a little before going in for the kill. Just to consider things a little longer. Just to make sure.” 

“And that is a bad thing, I assume.” 

Again, she shook her head. “No. All men are fools, but I suppose you are just a little less foolish. You consider things before you act. A fool is a man who rushes to his death with a surge of righteousness  in his heart. A smart man knows when to wait and when to rush. A wise man knows how long he should wait. But you are not wise yet.” 

“Enough,” Marcus said, “tell me, what did you do before the war.” 

Svenja shrugged slightly. “I lived a normal life. I helped other witches whenever I could, I practiced my magic, I sold a few things here and there. I lived and flew together with other witches. I was as free as the wind.”

There was a drop of woefulness in her voice. “We witches, we are different from humans, but we are not like the wind either. The wind is simply the way it is — it has no anchor in this world.” She contemplated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground. “But freedom by itself is meaningless. Even the wind needs a home to return to.” 

“And did you kill others?” asked Marcus.

“Yes,” replied Svenja. 

Marcus was stunned by her instant response. Suddenly, the rueful shadow was gone and the old Svenja returned — callous, calculating, forthright in all she said and did. 

Svenja continued, “Every now and then I had to kill; if I was attacked I would kill without a second thought. If a fellow witch was attacked, I would kill immediately.” 

“So you kill to protect the honor of witches?” 

Svenja scoffed. “You humans and your honor. I act on no honor or duty. If someone tries to kill me, I will kill them. This world has no mercy and I have no mercy.” 

“And what will you do once you are out of this prison?” 

A moment of thought. A moment lost. “Prison offers perspective,” she said. “Having all your freedom taken away from you after you had nothing but freedom enlightening experience.” 


“Now, freedom is more precious. It has a purpose.” 

“So how will you live?” Marcus tapped his foot. 

“I will live like before,” she said. “I will roam free and will not be shackled by oaths or other pledges. But freedom by itself is meaningless — it needs a purpose, an anchor, a home to come back to. We will live our lives with each other. I will owe no loyalty save for those that I care about.” 

Marcus frowned. She had already made a decision. Then Svenja added, “I want to have children.” 

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. “Children?”

“Yes, a boy and a girl, if possible.” 

No hesitation, no embarrassment. A forthright answer. “The girl will become a witch and the boy can take after his foolish father.” There was a smile in her voice. “I imagine...that would be a nice home.” 

Marcus reached for the key. He turned it. A screeching metallic click in the silence. The door swung open. 

Footsteps from the corridor. 

Marcus took a sharp breath. Who was there? Three pairs of feet. Two heavy, one light. 

Svenja grabbed his arm and pulled him into her cell. 


A/N: Updates will become regular again starting now :) What do y'all think of the prison escape so far?



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