Dakiaty

    What Alexi saw that night would churn any stomach. He longed to look away, but his eyes were out of his control. A hand flew up to his mouth, his throat clenched, and beneath his tongue, salty saliva formed. Tears welled in his eyes form the pain of his twisting bowels.     “Oh God! Jesus Christ!” Alexi fumbled and struggled to get away. He rolled onto his knees and crawled. Trembling, he could no longer hold his stomach and vomited until his insides inverted, and he dry heaved until he became light headed. When he finally collected himself, he turned and gazed in repulsed awe. “Oh my fucking God…”     Before him lay the dismembered to...