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i will use my usual half fuck english to intro the below character...

ISSEI SAGAWA

now 51 yrs of age.
in 1981, he invited a fellow dutch student to his house to read a poem to him, while he recorded her reading, halfway through he shot her in the back of her head with a rifle.

what follow really shock me.... and i'm sure will shock u as well...
he took a knife and cut her butt, eat it... then tried eating various part of her...
he then have sex several time with the dead body...
before almost completely eating her....

he was captured soon, but he was certified legally insane.
and the french police lock him up in a medical centre for life...
but few year into it in 1985, they figure it will cost too much $$ to lock him up forever, therefore he was shipped back to japan.

upon reaching japan, somehow his dad manage to free him and he was a free man, free from the sexual crime, free from MURDER.

he went on to be a celebrity. wrote a book and directed in movie about his crime and canibalism.
he then went on to painting, painting womens butt.

below is a extract from his book.
Now, if u are a faint hearted.
DO NOT READ

The Confession

" I am amazed. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Tall, blonde, with pure white skin, she astonishes me with her grace. I invited her to my home for a Japanese dinner. She accepts. After the meal I asked her to read my favorite German Expressionist poem. As she reads i can't keep my eyes off her. After she leaves I can still smell her body on the bed sheet where she sat reading the poem. I lick the chopsticks and dishes she used. I can taste her lips. My passion is so great. I want to eat her. If I do she will be mine forever. There is no escape from this desire.

I arrange for her to read the poem for me once more. I lie to her. I tell her I want to record the poem on tape for my Japanese teacher. She believes. I prepare everything. The cassette recorder for the poem, the rifle for the sacrifice. She arrives on time. After drinking tea and whisky, she speaks. She smiles at me. But I know inside that I'm the strangest one of all. Her yellow sleeveless top shows off her beautiful white arms. I can smell her body.

I turn on the recorder. She starts to read . She speaks in perfect German. I reach for the rifle hidden beside the chest of drawers. I stand slowly and aim the riffle at the back of her head. I cannot stop myself.