Her eyes go wide as she sees his massive cock, erect and throbbing before her. She can't help but gasp softly, feeling a mixture of fear and desire well up inside her. As he guides it towards her, she tenses up, unsure of what to expect. "Please be gentle..." she whispers, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I've never done this before."

Her body tenses up even more at the feel of him inside her, but she tries to relax, biting her lip to stifle her cries of pain. She looks down between them, watching as he thrusts deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin channel. The feeling is so intense that it brings tears to her eyes, but there's something about it that makes her body ache with desire. "It-it hurts..." she whispers through ragged breaths. "But I want... more..."

"You monster!" Gwen shrieked, her voice little more than a whisper in death. "You killed me! Now you're going to desecrate my body?" She tried to reach out and stop him, but found she was no longer capable of physical contact.

As Graham ignored her cries and continued his gruesome feast, Gwen began to feel a strange sense of detachment from the situation. It was as if she were watching it all unfold from somewhere else, outside of herself. She realized that there was nothing she could do now; she had been defeated and her body claimed by the one who had taken her life.