Issei Sagawa Revealing His Chilling Confession In An Interview, Showing His Transformation From Being A Murderer To A Free Man
Issei Sagawa: Explore the Thrilling Journey of a Notorious Cannibal's Transformation from Murderer to Free Man

Issei Sagawa Horrifying Confession: From Killer to Free Man

Delve into the shocking account of Issei Sagawa, the notorious murderer turned free man. This captivating exposé explores the pivotal features of Sagawa's unbelievable journey, offering unique insights into his psyche, the advantages gained from his controversial release, and the truly distinctive qualities of this intriguing and controversial story. Brace yourself for an exploration of a mind that defies conventional reasoning and a tale that unravels the boundaries of justice and society.
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Culinary Carnage Issei Sagawa
Delving into the disturbing world of culinary carnage: exploring the infamous issei sagawa’s fascination with taboo tastings

Issei Sagawa The Confession Of A Cannibal

”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 favourite 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.

Issei Sagawa, Once A Notorious Killer, Now A Free Man - A Gripping Tale Of His Shockig Confession

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.

There is a loud sound and her body falls from the chair onto the floor.
It is like she is watching me.
I see her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and mouth, the blood pouring from her head.
I try to talk to her, but she no longer answers.
There is blood all over the floor.
I try to wipe it up, but I realize I cannot stop the flow of blood from her head. It is very quiet here.
There is only the silence of death.

I start to take off her clothes. It is hard to take the clothes off a dead body.
Finally it is done. Her beautiful white body is before me.
I’ve waited so long this day and now it is here.

I touch her ass. It is so very smooth. I wonder where I should bite first.
I decide to bite the top of her butt.
My nose is covered with her cold white skin. I try to beat down hard, but I can’t.
I suddenly have a horrible headache.
I get a knife from the kitchen and stab it deeply into her skin.

Suddenly a lot of sallow fat oozes from the wound. It reminds me of Indian corn. It continues to ooze.
It is strange.
Finally I find the red meat under the sallow fat. I scoop it out and put it in my mouth. I chew.
It has no smell and no taste. It melts in my mouth like a perfect piece of tuna.
I look in her eyes and say: “You are delicious.”

Culinary Carnage Issei Sagawa

I cut her body and lift the meat to my mouth again and again.
Then I take a photograph of her white corpse with its deep wounds.
I have sex with her body. When I hug her she lets out a breath. I’m frightened, she seems alive.
I kiss her and tell her I love her. Then I drag her body to the bathroom.
By now I am exhausted, but I cut into her hip and put the meat in a roasing pan.
After it is cooked I sit at the table using her underwear as a napkin. They still smell of her body.

Then I turn on the tape of her reading the German poem and eat.
There is not enough taste. I use some salt and some mustard and it is delicious, very high quality meat.
Then I go back to the bathroom and cut off her breast and bake it.
It swells while it cooks. I serve the breast on the table and eat it with a fork and knife.
It isn’t very good. Too greasy. I try to cut into another part of her body. Her thighs were wonderful.
Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is mine.
It is the best dinner I’ve ever had.

Afterwards I sleep with her.

Next morning she is still here. She doesn’t smell bad.
Today I must finish cutting up her body. I have to put it into suitcases and sink it in the lake.
It will be her grave.

I touch the cold body again and I wonder where I should start.
I start to cut off all the meat before amputating the limbs.
While I cut her calf I suddenly want to taste it. I see the beautiful red meat beneath the fat.
I grasp her knee and her ankle, and tear it with my teeth. It is tender.
I slowly chew and savor it.

Culinary Carnage Issei Sagawa

After eating most of the calf I look at myself in the mirror. There is grease all over my face.
And then I start to eat at random. I bite her little toe. It still smell of her feet.
I stab the knife into her arch and see the red meat deep inside.
I thrust my fingers inside and dig out the meat and put it in my mouth. It tastes okay.
Then I stab the knife into her armpit.
Ever since I saw it under her yellow sleeveless top I wondered how it would taste this good.
The wonderful taste cheers me up and I devour her underarm up to the elbow.

Finally I cut off her private parts. When I touch the pubic hair it has a very bad smell.
I bite her clit, but it won’t come off, it just stretches.
So I throw it in the frying pan and pop it in my mouth.
I chew very carefully and swallow it.
It is so sweet. 

After I swallow it, I feel her in my body and get hot.
I turn the body over and open her buttocks, revealing her anus.
I scoop it out with my knife and try to put it in my mouth. It smells too much.
I put it in the frying pan and throw it in my mouth.
It still smells. I spit it out. I go into the next room.
It smell of fat, like I’ve been frying a chicken.

It’s been twenty-four hours now. Some huge flies hover and buzz in the bathroom.
I try to chase them away, but they came back.
They swarm on her face. They seem to tell me that I’ve lost her forever. It is no longer her.
Where is she? She’s gone far away.

I’ve broken her. Like a child who breaks his toy.
I try to use an electric knife to cut her body. It doesn’t work. It just makes a loud sound.
I use a hatchet. I strike several times. It’s hard work. I strike her thigh.
Her body jumps up.
If she could feel, it would have hurt.

Finally the thigh separates from her body. I bite it again, like I would bite a chicken leg.
Then I cut off her arms. It is even harder than the thigh.
I use the electric knife again. It makes a shrill sound, like the sound of her shrill voice.
It works this time. Her hand still wears a ring and a bracelet.
When I see her long fingers I am driven by another impulse.
I use her hand to masturbate.
Her long fingers excite me.

When I’m finished I try to bite her finger. I can’t. I’m disappointed.
I put her hands into the plastic bag along with her legs
And then I see her face. It is still quiet. She has a small nose and a sweet lower lip.
When she was alive I wanted to bite them. Now I can satisfy that desire. It’s so easy to bite off her nose.

As I chew the cartilage I can hear the noise.
I use a knife to cut off more of the cartilage and put it in my mouth.
It really doesn’t taste very good. I scoop out her lower lip with my knife and put it in my mouth.
It has hard skin. I decide to eat it later when I can fry it.
So I put it in the refrigerator.

Culinary Carnage Issei Sagawa

I want her tongue. I can’t open her lower jaw, but I can reach in between her teeth.
Finally it comes out. I cut it off and put it in my mouth. It’s hard to chew.
I see my face in the mirror. Her tongue entwined with my tongue.
I try to close my mouth, but her tongue slips out.
Finally I cut the skin off the tongue and taste the meat.

I try to eat her eyes. It’s hard for me to stab into them, though it is the easiest part of her face.
I see tears coming from them. It frightens me.
Her eyes are all that is left of her face. It is nearly a skull.

I decide to take out her stomach.
When I stab under her navel a little fat appears and then I can see the red meat under the fat.
I slice a piece of the red meat and put it on a plate.
Then I stab into the stomach. The internal organs appear.

There is a great length of rolled tubes and I find a gray bag at the end of the tubes.
It must be the bladder. There is a strong smell as soon as I pick it up.
I thrust my hand into her body cavity. There is another bag. It must be her womb.
If she had lived she would have had a baby in this womb.
The thought depresses me for a moment.

I pull out the intestines. My hands sting from the digestive juices.
At last I have to cut off her head. It is the most difficult thing I have to do.
I cut off the meat on her neck until I can see bone, then I cut again.
She still wears her necklace. I try to use the electric knife, but it doesn’t work very well.
It just makes its shrill sound.

So I use the hatchet. I imagine myself on the guillotine.
It is surprisingly easy to cut through. With the head gone her body is now only flesh.
When I grab the hair and hang up the head, I realize I am a cannibal.
I put the head in a plastic bag. I separate the body and put it into two plastic bags.
They are heavy. It is hard to put them into the suitcases. I am finished.
It is midnight. I call a taxi.

I am back home. I turn the TV and open the refrigerator.
I put the dishes on the glass table. I recognize each pieces of meat.
This is part of her hip and this is part of her thigh. I fry them on the stove. I set the table.
There is mustard, salt, pepper and sauce.

I put her underwear beside the dish. I sniff it and look at a nude woman in a magazine.
I try to remember which part of her is in my mouth, but it is difficult to connect the meat with a body.
It just seems like a piece of meat. I continue to eat her body until I am caught.
Each day the meat becomes more tender, each day the taste is more sweet and delicious.”

The Bastard Had A Rich Father And Was Deemed Sane With Sexual Perversions And Set Free

Sagawa’s wealthy father provided a lawyer for his defense, and after being held for two years awaiting trial, Sagawa was found legally insane and unfit to stand trial by the French judge, Jean-Louis Bruguière, who ordered him held indefinitely in a mental institution.

After a visit by the author Inuhiko Yomota, Sagawa’s account of his kill was published in Japan under the title In the Fog. Sagawa’s subsequent publicity and macabre celebrity likely contributed to the French authorities’ decision to deport him to Japan, where he was immediately committed to Matsuzawa Hospital in Tokyo.

From Killer To Free Man: The Story Of Issei Sagawa

His examining psychologists all declared him sane and found sexual perversion was his sole motivation for murder. As the charges against Sagawa in France had been dropped, the French court documents were sealed and were not released to Japanese authorities; consequently Sagawa could not legally be detained in Japan. Sagawa checked himself out of the hospital on 12 August 1986, and subsequently remained free until his death. Sagawa’s continued freedom was widely criticized.

  • Sagawa lived free in Tokyo and was a minor celebrity in Japan.
  • He was often invited as a guest speaker and commentator.
  • He has also written restaurant reviews for the Japanese magazine, Spa.
  • In 1992, he appeared in Hisayasu Sato’s exploitation film Uwakizuma: Chijokuzeme (Unfaithful Wife: Shameful Torture) as a sadosexual voyeur. He also wrote many books throughout the years, and his story has also inspired many other songs and films. In 2009, Sagawa was documented in a History Channel show titled “Strange Rituals” discussing cannibalism. The show reveals Sagawa as a freelance artist of nude paintings.
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