I Spit On Your Grave Summary Novels & Stories

The problem was that we didn't need to fight them, but they only needed to spit a little to make us die. When I saw the spit, I shuddered. My body was cold and I couldn't feel my feet. Suddenly I was inching away without realizing it. I winced and started crying. Just before the spit was thrown at me, and just before I screamed, the first hybrid stopped his friend. “Hey, don't spoil the fun!” The second Hybrid seemed really stupid. He would do what the first hybrid told him to do. Good! Maybe I could buy some time now.

“Baby, let’s go to the cemetery to pay respects to your great-grandfather. Then, we’ll go home, okay?” Spike nodded vigorously. “Okay, Mommy.” It took almost half an hour to drive from the airport to the cemetery. Along the way, Spike lay by the window and looked at the scenery outside with wide eyes. Mable patiently explained the surroundings until the car stopped at the cemetery. Mable bought some flowers and took Spike to her grandfather’s grave. “Mommy, does my great-grandfather live there?” Spike pointed to the tombstone in front of him, raised his head, and asked Mable.

He was cut off as John delivered another stinging slap and barked, "Zip it! If you hadn't been so wishy-washy, none of this would've gone down! You lost your wife and kid. That's on you!" With those harsh words, John dragged Sabrina out of the room. Alfred was left reeling, the sting of John's words haunting him. Then, he broke down, laughing and crying in a wild frenzy. "I'm the one who killed them, both mother and child. It was all me..." Janet wrapped her arms around him, trying to soothe his pain. "Alfred, don't beat yourself up. I'm still here for you." Just then, Maverick stormed in, livid.

Before chanting a spell, “ Hopirium !” The concrete floor that was covering the grave immediately hopped off like it was made of rubber instead of concrete and then Levy with her eyes turned to the side walked closer to the grave, she did not want to see anything that she did not wish to see but maybe it was just her luck—— but she felt her foot slip a second later and then she was skidding inside the grave pit, startled and afraid that she will fall right on top of the grave, she raised her hands and stopped herself from smashing right on top of the grave but even then she ended up knocking the lid of the coffin off.

He leaned forward and spat a thick, viscous wad of saliva directly onto the glass between us. “You’re an old cargo, Croft!” he screamed, his voice cracking. “A rotting ship! I’m coming for you! I’m coming for both of you! You hear me? YOU’RE DEAD!” I didn’t flinch. I simply looked at the spit slowly sliding down the partition, a perfect symbol of his entire existence: base, ugly, and ultimately inconsequential.

"This much blood, Doll fought. Something possessed him to do it. And they had to put him down. Had to make him pay for it." Guru was surprised by the sadness in Spitfire's voice. The not caring might have been a front. Hell, calling other no-furs skin-sheaths might be the only way Spitfire could cope with the ones who didn't choose to live the messed up way the spoiled no-fur did to survive. Spitfire was studying Hades before he jumped off the bale and sighed. "Hades, is it? There's no mystery to solve here. I can bring you to your Doll."

he turned to everyone and greeted them. “Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust” he called on Vivian as the first born of the family, told her to do the normal ritual for their father. Vivian squatted a bit, took sand and poured it at the casket. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust” Maya too walked closer to the grave, poured sand as well to the casket.

The ones who wanted to view Connie: Roxie, Walker, Crystal, Jadis, Jaleesa and Jenny did so quickly, quietly, as Corey, Walker, Evans, Metgar, Dante, and another one of Metgar’s soldiers, Ryan, carried the coffin down to the river where men had worked to dig a hole on the embankment. Jadis chanted the entire time, but it was calming to the group. As she began her speech, the men grappled with the long belts wrapped around the coffin, using all of the strength they had to lower it into the ground. A sob left Crystal as the coffin disappeared from sight. “Connie..” Jadis said as she continued chanting in some language that no one understood except for Jaleesa. Thunder rolled in the distance as

She laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever said. There's no room for you in this company anymore, you washed-up has-been. Right at the peak of her laughter, the doors to the ops floor slammed open. Tom, the CFO, came charging in and collapsed to his knees. The financial report in his hands scattered across the floor. "The company accounts... they've been wiped out."

Had she known I dated Hunter, she’d have insisted on attending the birthday party (after his reveal trended online) to see how much makes sense, and in so doing, throwing herself into a 41°F refrigerator. I also have to thank Dad Griffin for being so good at erasing people’s existence from the world… no, the universe—imagine me scrolling through the internet moments ago and finding out how many people thought I’d killed myself after the shameful announcement, linking the situation to a decade ago when two other Whites were rumored to have committed suicide too (can’t even be shocked anymore at the fact that one more White existed). I assume they’re Zavere and another whom Dad Griffin must ha