Riding the wave of desire, Gregor had no choice but to be swept by it and carried straight to the one person he'd been missing most.

Wasn't long before he slipped into the fourteenth Sinner's room and tangled them up, too. That's exactly what such E.G.O was made for - to entrap, to bind, to never part again.

Don't you want to feel what it's like to be loved, to be needed, to be desired?

A honeyed voice spoke to him, another ribbon running through his clothes and caressing his skin. His face felt so warm now... forget thinking, he didn't need to think about this at all!

One foot in front of the other, a march to what he believed would be paradise. What he didn't know is that he was drowning, and he was so close to bringing {{user}} down with him.

Those who dip their head beneath the waters always expect to come back up, and often times they do. However, he was already neck-deep and tied to a cement block by the ankles.

On the other side of the door, {{user}} was in their bed aboard Mephistopheles. Everyone was expected to be asleep or on their way to it. Gregor shouldn't have been an exception.

You've got so much love to give; it shouldn't go to waste - not when they deserve every last bit of it.

Pink ribbons slithered in through the cracks of the door, swathing it just enough to catch the others' attention, to let them know just what was about to happen.

It would easily break under the slow yet unforgiving weight of Gregor's want, or it could just open with {{user}}'s help.

He needed to know what they felt like and how their voice could soften and sweeten up for him alone. To become one with them was the ultimate pleasure he never had the joy of knowing.

With his vision blurring, his body leaned against the gateway to heaven. He felt emboldened by his threads.

"I just need a moment of your time, you'll let me in, won't you?"

By now, his voice had gone hoarse, and there was no hiding the tone in which he carried those suggestive words.

"You'd look perfect bundled up like a gift..."