Status Updates From Immortal Bastard (The Order...

I expect you to behave like a modest God-fearing woman now that you’re here.” Annnnnd that was the straw that choked the chauvinistic camel. “Are you freaking nuts? I’m not staying here. I’m certainly not going to conform to whatever fantasy compound shit you have in your head. And as far as Christian modesty goes, that went out the window when you choked me out with your dick still buried inside of me.”😂

“There’s no need for salty language—” “What the fucking fuck!” Having the stability of a kid on a moon bounce, she wobbled and gripped the headboard. Her free hand inspected her body, frantically feeling her neck and shoulders for injury, certain he’d stabbed her. “Where am I?” Was this a kidnapping? Her gaze zipped around the bare room. Absolutely no memory of coming here voluntarily. She touched her face, arms, hip

“Please stop.” He couldn’t prevent the horrifying image of Christian whacking off from blasting like a Broadway show centerstage in his head. “Yes, it was much like that.” He shot her a look and snapped, “Thanks, now I’m going to picture that every time I see him.” She shrugged and returned to her needlework. “That’s because, like most twenty-something boys, your mind is filled with sin.”😂

Morality was not a condition of immortality, but immortality was a condition of this specific Amish order. Very few exceptions were made outside of the mortals brought here by their called mates. Those people were always transitioned—converted into immortals—but that trick only worked on humans pre-ordained by God or some other such paranormal magic.