It was hard to be explicit. He didn't want to mention Strasser, the other girls or their tattoos. Viktor listened attentively interrupting only occasi...nally to ask questions or to clarify some point or other. He seemed content for Freddie to tell his tale but as the story unfolded Ilsa seemed to get progressively more nervous. She drew her stole more closely around her neck, peering closely at Clegg as he spoke, twisting her wedding ring nervously. As Viktor finished his meal, Ilsa got up and. As I said, I was terrified and didn’t have anyone to turn to. It sucks to be in that situation and to be alone. Since I had resigned myself to my fate I decided to call upon Hel. Hel is the Norse Goddess of Death and the Underworld. She’s the daughter of Loki. I’ve always had respect for her since I learned that in the Eddas Odin had high praise for her respectfulness and character. It was he who gave her the Underworld. She is one of the three Goddess’s I venerate. They are: Freyja, sweet. " At your age?" the man asked."Love knows no age," I said knowingly. I schooled my face to look more serious. "And there are considerations involved. I've been tapped for a potential job that might remove my opportunity to ever see her again if she doesn't stay near me."The man looked at me. He muttered someone and then held up a hand. "Wait here," he said before turning and walking deeper into the building.I looked around the lobby and noticed a pair of comfortable looking chairs next to a low. I looked at my watch, noticing it was after nine o'clock."Brenda, what time are your parents expecting you home tonight?" I watched as Mama and Brenda exchanged a look. Brenda lowered her head, allowing Mama to deliver the news."Brenda's spending the night with us, in the girl's room, Kenny. I thought you already knew that. Georgia's going to be meeting us here at seven, so there was really no point in taking her home, not when we'd have to bring her back so early."Dad, Uncle Bunny and I were.