The thin needle that had punctured her cranium retracted back inside the stalker, having finished injecting small amounts of digestive acid into her frontal lobe. The sucking tube seals on tight to the open hole in her skull and then starts to rhythmically pump, vacuuming the loosened brain matter up into the Stalker’s waiting mouth. Miss Fallow squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth, a small whistling scream escaping from within as everything in her head that made her more than an animal is sucked out with a wet slurping noise. In a matter of minutes, the Grey Stalker essentially lobotomised the poor girl, leaving her a helpless vegetable, capable of understanding only two things, pain and suffering.

She goes cross eyed trying to see what’s going on above her forehead. She can feel something hurting up there, and she can’t quite think straight anymore. Her tongue flops out of her mouth as she labours to breathe: The perfect look for the retarded eggsack she is being transformed into.

Jennifer Fallow’s breasts tilt outwards as her body swells up to obscene proportions, being filled beyond rational capacity with the Stalker’s unborn offspring. She just wants the nightmare to stop… for somebody to kill her and end her suffering… but she has a long life as a broodmother ahead of her, perhaps longer even than her life would have been had she not become a living host for future generations of Grey Stalkers. It will be a life of unimaginable torment.