Cannibal: The True Story of the Maneater of Rotenburg

Cannibal: The True Story of the Maneater of Rotenburg

Lois Jones

Language: English

Pages: 240

ISBN: 0425200663

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The true story of the maneater of Rotenburg--and his willing victim

German native Armin Meiwes killed and ate a man who answered his ad on a cannibal website. Now, Cannibal discloses for the first time the true story of this real-life Hannibal Lecter--and his willing victim. And with details never before divulged to the public, it takes readers step-by-step through the unspeakable crime that fascinated and revolted the world.

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from Victor, Bernd threw his car and his computer into the bargain if the prostitute would perform the act. Victor broke off contact with Bernd. He realized his client’s desires were becoming pathological. Bernd started to look further afield to fulfill his masochistic desires. The Internet seemed an obvious outlet. When Rene left for his job at the bakers at 1:30 a.m., Bernd would switch on his computer and visit torture Web sites. He logged on to cannibal chat rooms under the pseudonym

“people for slaughter.” He read of Armin’s hunt for a “young, well-built man who wants to be eaten.” He replied. He offered himself to Armin, and insisted he was serious, though he lied in his e-mail about his age. He told Armin (or Franky) that he was six years younger than he was; he knew Armin was looking for a slaughter victim who was under thirty years old, and Bernd was forty-two. The e-mail exchanges were frank and explicit. “I’ve wanted to be slaughtered and eaten ever since I was a

the cap of the 180-milliliter bottle and drank all of its contents in one go. “It doesn’t taste too bad,” he said. “And now for dessert.” He opened the packet of sleeping pills and swallowed ten of the tablets. “Now that’s got to work, surely!” he said. “I should be sleeping like a baby cannibal victim in a few hours.” Armin laughed. The atmosphere between them was light again. The scenery sped past the window as the car made its journey through the state of Hesse. Evening had arrived and

was often demonstrated when the village of Wüstefeld had a party. The villagers held regular barbecues as well as Christmas and New Year parties at one another’s house. They always invited Armin and his mother along, even though the Meiweses never reciprocated. “They’re a bit odd but you can’t leave them out, not in a small place like this,” the neighbors said to each other. Waltraud didn’t enjoy one particular party. At 10 p.m. she stood in the middle of the barn where the gathering was being

“lady.” It was an image straight out of the 1950s. Even the neighbors, who were used to Armin and his mother’s strange ways, were taken by surprise. “Why don’t you ask a girl out?” Karl-Friedrich Schnaar asked Armin when he went to buy some eggs at the Schnaar’s farm next door one Sunday. Armin just shrugged his shoulders. In the early 1990s, Waltraud was seriously hurt in a car crash, and was no longer able to do much by herself. Armin was there for her every need, and mother and son became

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