Prologue:  A story of a savage sadistic and masochistic assisted
suicide/murder.  Every nuance and minute detail is laid out in a
carefully written contract for two deviant men to brutally murder and
dismember an equally deviant volunteer bent on a horrific and painful
death.  Unable to carry out a suitably spectacular suicide herself,
Stacy turns to the dark corners of the snuff sex world.  The
entire episode will be filmed in the best tradition of snuff.


    How does one find a psychopath killer these days?  Well, that has
been my quest for the past few months.  You see, I want to commit
suicide.  I believe that once you have made the decision that death is
preferable to life, than it's just a matter of where, when and how. 
The when is determined by how and where you want to die.  For me, the
where is a place away from others, except for my helpers.  We
certainly don't want to be disturbed.  Some people choose public
suicide, but that is too chancy. Someone might stop you.  It's the
method that drives me forward.  I think about it endlessly and have
gone over dozens of scenarios.

    I know most people simply swallow some pills and go to sleep. 
That is boring.  Others might stick a gun to their head and pull the
trigger or hang themselves.  Also, too damn boring and quick.  I
believe suicide should be a wholly incredible, erotic and spectacular
event to be joyously revered and give the world something to talk
about.  It should serve a purpose.  It's all a matter of taste.  I
just don't want to fall asleep and have it end.  There is nothing to
experience with quick death.  I want to feel my body die.  Now I don't
suggest pain for pain's sake.  I talked to one man on the net who
wanted to be burned at the stake.  I don't relish that agony.  I want
to be awake and conscious throughout the event to feel, see and excuse
me for saying, enjoy my death.  Of all the methods I've studied,
stabbing seems to be the most interesting method.  I don't mean a
quick jab of the heart, but a progressive ramp up of severity and
lethality with larger and larger knives and multiple/dozens of stab
wounds, until I'm dead or ready for a final planned death blow.  This
appears to be far less painful than a gunshot to the gut where your
insides are shredded and you black out.

    The most incredible feeling comes over you when you have accepted
death.  You are free to plan everything and you can finally relax.  I
don't want a lot of pain, nor do I want to blow away with a breeze or
whisper.  I would not, under normal circumstances, want to have a
knife plunged into my body for fear of internal damage and long term
pain and suffering.  But, after you accept your own imminent death,
the fear goes away.  So what if I'm stabbed in the lungs or abdomen
when I know I'll be dead in a few hours anyway.  I can look forward to
the experience and enjoy the feelings and visuals of watching someone
stab me repeatedly until I'm ready for a well-choreographed heart
wound.

    It is for this reason, that I have been searching for a man or
woman to take my life in a bazaar and wonderfully horrific manner. The
kind of death I desire can't be self-inflicted.  I might be able to
stab myself a few times, but my tolerance would quickly fade and my
death is only half of my desire anyway.  What I have planned for my
body after my death will require some work and a strong stomach.

   After talking to many like-minded souls on the net, I have come to
the conclusion that finding the right woman is out.  I need someone,
maybe even two people with strength and a high threshold for violence
with a sadistic nature.

    



    I loved this group and knew I had found my New World.  If I
couldn't find someone here, I couldn't find him or her anywhere. The
snuff sex scene is bold and erotic and easily surpasses any group I've
ever known.  I met some great guys and had some nice private
conversations about my own wishes for a glorious death.  They all had
some wild ideas, some I hadn't even thought of as yet.  I was on my
way and able to go ahead with some real planning for my exit.  All I
needed was to find one or two people I could trust to help me die.

    My death was to be in three stages: A slow gradual ramp up of
pain, with decreasing quantity, but increasing lethality of attacks on
my body in the hours leading up to the last beat of my heart.  I
wanted a final death movement, should I survive the ramp up phase and
finally, the desecration of my body in the most horrible manner
imaginable.  The two guys that impressed me the most with their
honesty and deviant manner were Buck and Dog.  Buck had killed before,
but his manner was calm.  He was intrigued by my ideas and seemed
aroused at the thought of helping me. I gave them the draft of my
plans and it made them so hot that Buck openly fondled himself as he
read the words.  They were hot for my death and itching to learn more.
 

    I flew back to Seattle and we emailed each other for the next few
weeks and talked on the phone.  It was now late July and I wanted to
die by the end of August.  We made plans for the day, a Saturday
evening, August _____.  I spent the next few weeks writing out the
minute details of my death and collecting the implements that would be
used to kill me.  I called it the "Death Kit".  When Buck heard the
name, he just laughed out loud on the phone.  He couldn't wait to see
it.  Just writing the draft of my death contract was like painting a
fine picture or sculpting a beautiful statue.  I think it was the
greatest piece of writing I've ever done.

My best friend Cindy used to be a lawyer until he got disbarred and she
helped me write up a contract for me to sign and Buck and Dog to read
and learn.

It read as follow:  

The Death Contract

In order for payment to be made in full, both of you agree to carry
out my instructions to the letter.  My death should be broken down
into six steps at the most unless I become unconscious and cannot be
revived by all reasonable means.  At which point you both will move on
to Step 5.

Inventory the death kit and complete all preliminary procedures before
proceeding to step 1: At about 7:30 PM on Saturday, August _____,
strap my nude body tightly to the bed with cuffs for my ankles, wrists
and two straps for my torso and place two pillows under my head. 
SPECIAL NOTE: Once I am tied up, or at any other time during the
remainder of my life, if I attempt to change my mind or beg you to
stop, ignore all of my pleas no matter what I say or do.  You will not
be paid unless the contract is fulfilled.

The death kit will contain a large and small plate, 1 very sharp
butcher knife, 2 each masks, 2 each painters coveralls with shoes, 1
pair of pruning shears, 2 each 1.5 in. knives, 2 each 4 in. ice picks,
2 each 6 in. Bowie knives, 1 each 2 ft double edge sword, 1 pack of
smelling salts, and 2 very sharp meat cleavers.  The video camera
mounted in the upper north corner of the room must be tested with a
new blank tape before proceeding to step 1.  Place the large and small
plates from the death kit on the bedside table with the butcher knife.
After all preliminary steps have been completed, just before 8:00 PM,
put on the masks and coveralls and turn on the camera.  Place a large
glass of water on the table.  I will need it from time to time as I
begin to lose blood.

If all is in order, ask me if I am ready.  When I give you the go
ahead, proceed with step 1.

Step 1: Each of you take one of the 1.5-in. knives.  I will have drawn
a circle around the area of my heart.  This area is off limits.  The
other areas are my genitals, my neck and anything above it.  All other
areas of my body are free game.  Each of you will stab me 25 times in
any game area.  Wound my body in a random method.  Don't just focus on
any one area. I want every square inch of my game area to be bleeding.
Do not slice or make glancing cuts, just a simple thrust into my body.
 You will have an hour.  If I should lose consciousness, use the
smelling salts.  Step one should not cause death.  If I do expire
during step one, and please make sure I am dead, then skip to step 5. 
After I have received 50 stab wounds, proceed to step 2.


Step 2: Each of you grab one of the 4-in. ice picks.  The same rules
apply for off limits areas and game areas.  Stab my body 15 times each
just as you did in step one.  There is a small chance that step 2 may
cause death before I anticipated.  I may lose consciousness.  I will
probably be bleeding both internally and externally at a good clip by
the end of step 2. Use the smelling salts if needed. Again, only if my
heart has stopped, proceed to step 5.  Use quick thrusts as you stab
my body, but take it slow in using up your 15 attacks. Again, use the
entire game area.  You will have one hour.

Step 3.  Each of you take hold of one of the 6 in. Bowie knives. 
Examine their sharp edges and sure grip handles.  I bought these
especially for what you are about to do.  All game and off limits
rules apply as do the rules on death and loss of consciousness.  You
will each be allowed one savage and powerful thrust into my body. 
This is the part I want to enjoy and watch your faces as you make
preparations and get the mindset to stab me.  Chose your targets
carefully.  Be firm and steady as you stab me with animal desire for
pain and blood.  You will need it for Step 6.
   
    One at a time, hold the knife with both hands and slam it into my
right chest or abdomen.  Feel the ribs shatter. Thrust deeply to the
handle.  Leave it in place until step 5 is complete. Watch my face as
you stab me.  I will probably come off the bed from the pain and the
massive assault to my body.  I will try to keep from screaming out to
loudly.  I may need some time to prepare for the 2nd knife. As you
stab me the 2nd time, I will be close to death and in joyous pain. 
Make these knives count.  You will have 30 minutes.  If I die from
these wounds,  you know the rules by now.  If I am still alive, give
me a full dose of smelling salts to ready me for the next step.

Step 4.  This step begins the death phase.  All of your work has led
up to this one final event while I am still alive.  After step 4, I
will be dead.  After completing step 5, I will simply be a corpse for
your animal savage fury.  I want Buck to grab the 2-ft sword and show
it to me.  Let me gaze upon its length and beauty.  I have drawn a
small circle in a spot between my ribs over my heart.  Wipe away any
blood so that you can find it. Place the point of the sword there and
pierce the skin gently so that it won't slip when you carry out your
duty.  Don't worry, I won't feel any more pain.  Give me one more dose
of smelling salts.  I want to be totally lucid and awake for this
final attack on my body.  After a total of 82 various stab wounds, I
will be ready to die.  It would only be a matter of time before I bled
to death anyway.  Take a strong hold on the sword with both hands and
ask for my final words if I can speak at all by then.  Make sure the
camera can view this scene.  Prepare your weight over the sword and
with one powerful thrust, ram it into and through my chest and out my
back if you have the strength.  I pray that you do.

If my planning was right, you will have pierced my heart, mortally
wounding me.  If I don't die instantly, It won't take long for my
heart to stop.  Once I am dead, pull out the sword and pick up the
butcher knife.  It is time for step 5.

Step 5.  Take the butcher knife and cut around my neck until only the
bone is holding my head to my torso.  Pick up a meat cleaver and
carefully hack through my neck vertebrae until my head falls free. 
Then pick up my head and place it on the larger plate.  
Use the pruning shears to cut the last joint from each
finger and thumb from my hands and flush all ten down the toilet. 
This will make it almost impossible to identify me.  I'm sure they
won't show the picture of my face on the TV or in the papers.  What
you see before you is an anonymous corpse; decapitated and useless. 
You must prepare yourselves for step 6.

Step 6.  Untie my wrists, ankles and torso.  My flesh and bone must be
unrecognizable as human after you have completed this final step for
your payment.  Each of you pick up one of the meat cleavers and one at
a time, hack apart my body.  With my head and genitals removed, my
whole body is game so don't worry about missing or glancing blows or
anything else.  Rip my corpse to shreds as you tear me apart with
anger and lust for blood.  After my legs and arms have been hacked
free, throw them into the pile of crushed bone and mutilated flesh and
mangle any remaining resemblance of a woman.  Scream as you cut my body
to pieces.  When there is nothing left that you recognize, you are
done.

Turn off the tape.  Place it in the self addressed stamped folder and
mail it to my partner.  Strip off your  overalls, mask and shoes and
place them in a plastic garbage bag and bury them later when you are
miles from the house.   If you have been successful, and I trust you
both with my death, the room will be awash in blood, touching every
wall and even the ceiling.  Gaze upon the pile of scraps that was once
a living man and be proud of your work. Cindy will transfer the money to
your account once he has viewed the tape and determined that you have
followed my wishes to the best of your ability.

    I thank you in advance for making my death as wonderful as I could
have ever dreamed and I pray you will get the chance to die an equally
glorious death someday.

   It was now Wednesday.  After making final edits to the contract, I
began to put together my death kit with a few knives at a local
pawnshop that seemed to fit my needs.  I found two incredibly sharp
meat cleavers also.  I got an erection just seeing these death
implements laid out on the white sheets of my bed where I would die in
72 hours.  It was the four poster type with huge wood poles at each
corner.  I bought rope and fur lined cuffs to immobilize my body.
There was one for each wrist, one for each ankle, one for my hips and
one under my arms and over my chest.  I wanted to be a complete slave
and helpless.

      As Thursday, August ____ approached, I began to feel so alive. 
I don't think I've ever been so hot and lusty in my life.  I had
deliberately scheduled them to arrive two days early so we could go
over the final plans and enjoy some time together.  I wanted them to
know me and take ownership of my death and not just think of it as a
job.

    I picked them up at the airport and made the long drive to my
cabin in the cascades.  I had rented it for a month under a fake name
and with cash.  I moved some of my furniture in like the bed and my
death tools, etc.  It was cozy and at least a mile from anyone else. 
If I screamed, no one would interfere.  We relaxed and drank some beer
and quickly got naked. Buck brought some snuff films and we began to
watch and enjoy the videos and each other.  
  I decided that when Buck and Dog arrived on
the Thursday before, I would enjoy some rough sex with them.  This
was their idea as much as mine.  They said I should enjoy the best of
sex before I left this world.  So, I had one more thing to look
forward to as my death approached.   I kneeled at Buck's feet and
slowly devoured his cock.  It was glorious.  
  

    The night was filled with every kind of sex imaginable and then
some.  We got on my deathbed and had our way with each other's bodies.
 I enjoyed theirs just as they would soon enjoy mine in a very
different way than anyone could believe.  If they followed my
directions, they would spill every last drop of my blood and split my
body into many unrecognizable parts.  I was looking for the slaughter
house motif where only scraps littered the floor and the bed.

    Is everyone beginning to get the picture?  Do you understand what
I'm talking about?  After my death, my instructions stated that aside
from my head and vagina, there should not be any part of my body
larger than a closed fist left intact.  If everything went as planned,
the beautiful white sheets would be totally blood red and the floor
around the bed would be strewn with dismembered flesh and bone.  The
walls should be splattered as well as the ceiling.  I begged Buck to
be as viciously violent and hateful toward my dead body as was
inhumanly possible.  I couldn't have stressed that enough.  Once my
heart stopped and I lost consciousness, they should become animals.

    My best friend Cindy was to deposit a huge some of money in both
Bucks and Dogs account after my death.  To prevent them from simply
killing me for the money, my wishes had to be completely carried out
to the letter for them to be paid.  As part of the bargain, they had
to guarantee that once I was tied to the bed, they would finish no
matter how much I pleaded or begged them to stop, there would be no
turning back.  I would die a gruesome death and be dismembered. When I
showed Buck the death kit, he got fidgety and wild-eyed.  He picked up
and examined the knives looking at me and daydreaming of what he was
about to do.  He read over the contract again and again on Friday.

    By Friday evening, we just chilled and even went for a swim in the
pool. It was to be my final relaxing day.  We again engaged in every
deviant sex act we could think of.  
We slept together nude all night and awoke to the
morning sun.  It was my death day, about 9 AM.  I would be dead by
Midnight that evening or sooner.  I had taken a strong laxative the
night before and hadn't eaten anything since 5 PM the night before.  I
wanted to be clean and not lose control and spoil the moment.  I drank
only water this glorious morning.  The day seemed to go by so slowly. 
It was agonizing and I wanted to get it on.

    By 7 PM, Buck and Dog were waiting on me for some final
instructions and as we made our way to the bedroom, I noticed that
their mood had changed since earlier in the day and there was no more
joking and smiles.  I looked at them and asked if they were ready. 
They said yes.  I felt in a state of total euphoria now.  If I had any
last minute change of heart, now was the time. My pheromones were
raging and my pussy was sopping wet.

    I took off my clothes and picked up one of the 6-inch knives.  I
held the knife with both hands and as I looked at Buck and then into
the camera, I plunged the knife into my abdomen.  It was incredibly
painful, but not as much as I'd imagined.  I almost fell to the floor.
After a moment, I regained my composure and swiftly pulled out the
knife and laid myself in position on the bed.  This was the legal out
for Buck and Dog.  This stab wound would be fatal if left unattended
and I wanted everyone to know that there was absolutely no coercion or
force.  I was in control and committing suicide, albeit an unusual
one. I experienced life and now wanted to fully experience death. 
Buck, as planned, asked me one last time if I was ready to die.  After
proving that with the knife, I proudly and gleefully said yes.  I
looked down at the blood oozing from my midsection and smiled. I had
never been so ready for anything in my life.  My best friend Cindy would
narrate my death and finish this story after viewing the entire tape
of my death. Buck asked for my journal that I had been writing in for
months as well as these last few minutes, as I wrote these last words.
 "I have longed for death these many months and I am ready to die.  I
want to die with honor and with as much savage fury as can be
inflicted on my body.  Good bye"

     I received the tape of Stacy's death on Tuesday.  She was now dead
and the news channels were playing it up big.  Buck had called 911
after they were miles from the house.  Stacy wanted her remains to be
found within hours of his death.  The quote from one paper was,  "an
unspeakable shocking crime has taken place".  The full details would
never be made public, but I knew and was ready to view the tape.  It
was my promise to Stacy, regardless of how gruesome I found it and also
to pay off her contract with Buck and Dog.

    The first scene on the tape is Buck and Dog already in their masks
and overalls laying out the knives and tools on the bed.  Buck leaves
the room and after a few minutes, John comes back with him.  They
exchange a few words and Stacy takes off her clothes.  She looks so damn
happy for a woman about to be brutally murdered and mutilated.  Buck and
Dog are intensely serious and seem agitated. Stacy writes something in
her journal and Buck takes it from her.  Suddenly, Stacy takes one of
the 6-in. knives and looks up at the camera.  She puts both hands on
the handle and plunges it into her belly.  I just can't believe anyone
could do this.  Under normal circumstances I'd be right, but these
were far, a long and perverted way from normal circumstances.  Stacy
buckled over, but then pulled out the knife and handed it to Buck. She
then casually laid herself down on the bed, spread her legs and arms
and gave instructions while her body was strapped down and secured to
the bed.

After a few minutes, she seemed to struggle against her bindings and
said, "That's great guys".

I can't believe how casual she is.  I don't have the will power and
never will.  The time code on the tape shows just before 8 PM.  Buck
asks Stacy one more time if she's ready and Stacy says, "I've started it
for you. Kill me you fucking psychos and do it right for god sake."

She just grins and takes a deep breath.  Buck and Dog pick up the
smaller of the knives and look at each other.  They seem hesitant to
cross the line, but Stacy just says, "C'mon, stab me."

Buck goes first and jabs the knife into Stacy's belly and pulls it out.
She winces and takes another deep breath.  She just smiles and urges
them on.  She has to sustain 49 more wounds over the next hour.

"It's easy and feels good", Buck says to Dog.  "Go ahead."

Dog thrusts the knife into Stacy's chest and again she flinches and
recovers.  How do you prepare for being stabbed?  By stabbing herself
first, she had experienced a new high.

Buck and Dog take turns stabbing Stacy's body over and over again making
a new wound every time, being careful to miss the areas she drew on
her body.  Stacy was yelling at them.

"Hit me", she said.  "Hit me again."  

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  Stacy had been stabbed two dozen
times and was enjoying his obvious pain.  Blood was beginning to ooze
from his wounds.  He had planned everything so well.  The lower the
lethality of the wounds the more his body could take.  Even after 50
stab wounds by these knives, she would not have died if they stopped.

After 45 minutes and nearly 40 holes in her body, Stacy was breathing
heavy now and sweating profusely.  Her cunt was dripping, if you can
imagine.  She had always told me that death and erotic feeling were
intertwined with her.  I never did understand.  Buck gave her some
water and all she could say was to finish the job. She was anxious to
get on to step 2.

They stabbed him 10 more times, but in the legs and arms. She was
bleeding from everywhere and her body looked like a target from a bow
and arrow club.  Stacy was my best friend and I found it incredibly
hard to watch this.  Stacy's words to me were that the best or worst,
depending on your point of view, was yet to be seen.

It was nearly 9 PM and Stacy was still looking coherent and very much
alive.  As Buck and Dog picked up the 4-in. ice picks, Stacy looked a
little more serious.  The ice picks would certainly cause internal
organ damage and Stacy would die from internal bleeding after step 2
was complete whether they continued or not.  She had talked with me
about this and gotten serious when discussing the threshold of no
return in her plan.   Under any normal circumstances, no one would
want to endure any stabbing, much less these numerous lethal wound
from ice pick.  Stacy was very philosophical.  She knew it would be
painful and lethal, but in the context of this 4-hour event, it just
didn't matter.  She would be dead either way and didn't have to worry
about injury the way we all think in the day to day world.  She just
wanted a progressive plan for her death and wanted to experience the
full gamut of knife wounds that were in her own unique death wish.

Stacy braced herself for the first of his 30 ice pick wounds.  Dog
quickly thrust the pick into Stacy's right chest and Stacy cried out and
lost his breath.  It was a shock to her system as her lung was
punctured. Before she could recover, Buck stabbed her abdomen above the
navel.  Again Stacy cried out and struggled against the ropes.  It was
hard to see her in pain and her smile had turned to a grimace.  Buck
and Dog had now crossed into their own murderous rage, as Stacy had
wanted.  She knew human nature so well and under the right
circumstances anyone can enjoy this kind of violence.   Besides, they
wanted to get on with this and get out of town.  They repeatedly
stabbed Stacy in the chest, belly and waist.

After 15 of these deep wounds, Stacy yelled out, "Let me catch my
breath, please."

She begged them to let him get her composure back and then they could
start again.  Buck reluctantly said OK.  Stacy's breathing must have
been painful.  Maybe her lung had collapsed.  She coughed up some blood
and was in obvious pain.

"OK", She shouted.  "Finish it."

They stabbed her legs, her side, and her shoulders and after an
eternity, they were done.  Stacy now had 80 stab wounds in her body. 
While 50 were barely more than superficial, the other 30 were lethal
and she would not last more than a few hours.  It was now 10 PM and
Midnight was her deadline. Step 3, the long knives would be horribly
painful and might cause her death all by themselves prior to step 4.

Stacy had amazingly taken the first lethal thrust with the Bowie Knife.
 Buck threw one of the huge knives to Dog and they stared at them as
Stacy looked on, in pain, bleeding and coughing up even more blood. 
Her eyes were red and her color was pale from the blood loss. Most of
her body was awash in fresh and caked blood. The bed around her
abdomen was now soaked and deep dark red and her body was riddled with
wounds.  She was barely what I remember of my friend.  This was her
deepest wish and I respected him for it.  So few of us get to choose
the time and place and method of our death.  She was fearless and
lucky.

Buck looked at Stacy and again waited for a nod.  Stacy breathlessly
said, "Go ahead."  Buck put two hands on the large handle of the knife
and raised it above Stacy's belly and thrust it into her body.  Stacys'
entire body became taught and it came off the bed as she cried out in
pain.  Buck took his hands away from the knife and Stacy looked at the
knife and looked at Buck and I saw the first sign of contented
happiness on her face in a while.  I know she loved seeing this huge
knife buried to the hilt in her body and being conscious to enjoy it
in her own perverse way, but that was Stacy.  Buck and Stacy looked over
at Dog.  He raised his own knife and slammed it into Stacys right side,
viciously prying two ribs apart and tearing into Stacys lung.  Again
Stacy's body thrust off the bed and she struggled against the ropes
wailing in apparent agony, but again she quickly recovered.

Her right lung was filled with blood and she had trouble talking. I
could barely make out what she said.  She just raised her head and
looked at her body and smiled broadly.  I can't imagine what she
thought seeing her body moments before dying.  She took a moment and
gazed upon her bloody frame. She seemed amazed and very much alive. The
smile on her face through the pain was unmistakable and made me feel
better.  I knew she had found her ultimate high, far more powerful than
any drug or sex.  She fell back and her breathing was now labored. 
There was one more vision she wanted before she died.

It was not 10:30 PM and the night wasn't over.  Buck picked up the
2-ft long double-edged sword.  Stacy looked at it as if it was a
beautiful woman.  Her eyes opened wide.  This was her final moment
with the living.  As planned, Buck positioned the tip of the sword on
the precise spot Stacy had circled.  It was between two ribs, parallel
with their length to allow the sword to penetrate into Stacy's chest
cavity, through the heart, hopefully, and on through her back into the
bed.  She had used the word impaled as she talked to me about it at
length months before.

Buck took a position to use his body weight and to be able to put all
of his strength into the movement when plunging the sword into Stacy's
body.  Out of respect, Buck looked for a sign from Stacy who was in
great pain and waiting for death.

 Stacy said in a loud and clear voice, "Kill me now and hack my body to
bits."

Buck screamed as he thrust the sword into Stacy's chest.  He struggled
and threw his weight into the sword a second time to keep it moving. 
Stacy screamed out in a loud blood curdling, horrible sound.  I will
never forget her voice.  It was truly the sound of a dying woman.  Buck
pulled away and fell back on the floor.  The sword had plunged into
Stacy's body to the handle.  Stacy's head thrashed from side to side.
For a brief instant, her eyes opened wide, almost in disbelief and
then closed. Her body convulsed and heaved.  All at once she collapsed
and her head fell to the side.  There was no movement by Stacy, Buck or
Dog.  They were silent.  Stacy was indeed dead and free.

Stacys only regret was that she would not be able to see why lay ahead. 
Knowing that Step 5 and 6 would be completed and that I would see it
eased her mind.  She wanted a spectacular death and she got it.  She also
wanted a horrific and shocking murder scene.  Her murder was violent
enough.  I was not prepared for what I was about to see.  It was
exactly as Stacy had envisioned.  There was gore, blood, mayhem and all
that that brings to mind.  I think in many ways Stacys deviant wishes
for what was to be done to her corpse was even more erotically
exciting to her than her meticulously planned death.

Buck and Dog composed themselves and stood over Stacy's corpse and
seemed stunned at what they had done and the scene they had created. 
I'm sure they would have like to leave, but they had a duty to perform
before they would get paid.  According to Stacy, Buck was indeed a
psychopath who had killed at least two unwilling men.
The one man died of massive trauma to the rectum from
foreign objects, not usually used for that purpose, being inserted
into his rectum. Buck killed the other man to keep him silent.  He had
used an ax.  Stacy trusted Buck to carry through with her wishes. 
Stacys only nightmare scenario and one that haunted her, was that
either Buck or Dog would simply pull out a gun and shoot her in the
head after they'd tied her up.  That kind of death was incredibly
empty and those suicide freaks that kill themselves with a whimper or
quick splat on the wall from a gun have wasted a golden opportunity. 
I'm sure Stacy realized his dream when she saw and felt that sword rip
through her body after sustaining over three hours of stabbing. In a
strange way, Stacy and Buck were two of a kind, but very different. 
Stacy could never hurt a fly and only recently became obsessed with her
own death.  Once on that death wish, nothing and no one would stand in
his way.  She always did what she wanted.

Buck picked up the pruning shears and proceeded to cut off Stacy's
fingertips and thumbs.   He left the room for a minute, presumably to
flush them down the toilet.  Stacy wanted identification to be
difficult.  Buck switched tools for a butcher knife and began the
gruesome task of removing Stacy's head.  He quickly cut all of the
flesh, tendons and muscle to the bone.  He then picked up one of the
meat cleavers and hacked away at the vertebrae until Stacy's head fell
over free from his body. Buck picked it up by the hair and placed it
on the larger of the two plates.  This was truly surreal.  

I had no idea what to expect for step 6.  What was now lying on the
bed was motionless, headless and only vaguely resembled a woman.  The
bleeding had stopped with Stacy's heart.  Her entire body was covered
in blood and puncture wounds were everywhere.  Buck pulled out the
sword with some difficulty and the two knives.  He handed Dog a meat
cleaver.  It was now 11:30.

Buck simply said, "Lets give her in death what she wanted so much."

He viciously began to hack away at the bloody corpse that was once my
living friend.  Dog was entranced by Buck's violence.  Blood and flesh
were splattering everything.  Dog joined in and they seemed to gain
energy and a demented excitement as they went on.  It was truly
horrible to watch.  They screamed in a murderous animal hatred at
Stacy's remains.  They hacked her to bits before my eyes and tore her
torso to shreds.  Their clothes were covered in blood and bits of raw
flesh and bone and Stacys innards.  It was the bloodiest gruesome
shocking display of animal savagery I had ever seen.

Where once in the center of the bed, lay Stacy's torso, now there was a
void where only bits of flesh and bone remained.  Only Stacy's arms and
legs were intact.  They took what was left of Stacy's arms and legs and
threw them into this perverted hacking zone.  They tore her limbs
apart leaving only her feet and hands for anyone to recognize as
human.  Stacy's slaughterhouse motif was now in full bloom and all over
the bedroom.  I only wish Stacy could have been here to watch this with
me.  It was everything he wanted and more.

Stacy died a painful and glorious death at the hands of two people she
trusted.  It was gruesome and shocking.  She would be happy.