Will you surrender to me, my Marie?

I'm sitting in the diner watching the waitress. My coffee and pie slice sits untouched in front of me. I've got my eyes set on a different kind of snack. She works the night shift, just about every night.  Her shift ends in a little over a half hour, and afterwards her fiancee will pick her up. I've been scoping out this couple for a few weeks before I made my plan. I decided to dispatch with the fiancee quickly before spending my time with his wife to be.

I watch as the waitress flits from table to table, always with a smile on her face. Her name is Marie. At twenty minutes until quitting time the fiancee comes in and surprises her with flowers and a kiss. I watch unobtrusively, smiling down at my untouched plate. I hear him say he'll be at the car. It's a nice night to be outside. Five minutes after he walks out I rise from my window seat and follow his scent around to the employee parking lot. He's leaning against the trunk immersed in what must be an compelling text message. "Hey, Steve!"
He looks up and I see brief perplexity on his face. "Um, hi. Do I know you?"
I smile. "I'm Madelyn. A friend of Marie's."
"Oh!" he returns my smile and I shake his outstretched hand. He and I exchange pleasantries and small talk for a few moments. "Well, Marie's about to get off if you want to stick around and hang." "
Thanks but I've got somewhere else to be. I just wanted to introduce myself to the guy she talks about so much." I continue, grinning. "It was great to finally meet you". I reach my arms out for a hug and he responds in kind. I hear the acceleration of his heart as I tighten the embrace.
"What the..?" His heart sounds like an over enthused marching band as I turn my arms into a vice and sink my teeth into the side of his face. Gnashing and ripping, I shred his cheek and his left eye bursts under my fangs. I pull my head back and glance at him, wondering why he hasn't screamed. I notice the bubbling quality of his breathing and the light spray of blood that comes from each desperate exhale. Oops. I give one last crunching squeeze and drop his corpse after the gasp of his last death rattle. Guess that's what you call killing them with kindness. Baying with laughter, I look around guiltily. That was an awful pun...even for me.

Now, gotta clean up a bit before the main course gets out here. I prop Steve up in the drivers seat, buckling the seat belt to better hold up his crushed top half. Shutting the drivers side door, I take my spot hidden in the gloom by the dumpster. Ten minutes pass and I start to get antsy when I hear the familiar clip clopping of Maria's after work sandals. I give her a moment to take in the scene. She looks though the open window and the smile slowly melts off her face as she takes in her half-faceless, pulverized former groom to be. In the second it takes for her jaw to drop open in a scream I ambush her. Covering her mouth with one hand and wrapping my arm around her waist I drag her backwards into the wooded area behind the diner. She's whimpering and trying to dig her feet into the ground to thwart my movements. I give her face a threatening squeeze, not enough to break bone. I feel a fissure open on the side of her cheek bone. Whoops. Well maybe enough to fracture. Tears are pouring down Marie's face and I can't help but take a lick as I push her against the tree I plan on binding her to. Ah, the sweet salt taste of misery. “Now, I've come to a predicament. I need to restrain you but if I take my hand off your mouth you'll scream. Hmm...what to do.” A wicked smile creeps onto my face. “Oh! I know!” I remove my hand from her mouth. Poor Maria's sputtering and spewing out pathetic mewling inquiries. 
“Why? Why are you doing this!? Please!” 
I take advantage of her open mouth and thrust my hand in between her jaws. Damn slippery thing! I gain purchase on her tongue and with a vigorous yank I pull the muscle from her throat. Her questions have been reduced to inarticulate moaning. I reach into my messenger bag and pull out a handy length of rope, making short work of trussing her upright to the thick tree trunk. She's desperately trying to convey something to me through her mumbling but I don't have the patience or tolerance to try to decode her hoots and howls. I dig through my bag, pulling out my Ka-bar. Using just the tip of the blade I cut open her waitress uniform, exposing a truly lovely jade green bra and panty set. “Expecting a hot night with Steve?” Snorting laughter, I slip the blade in between the cups of her bra and saw away until her breasts are exposed. I see the flash of embarrassed fear in her eyes. “Hey don't worry, you're actually like, really pretty.” Not wanting to make her unnecessarily uncomfortable, I quickly cut away her panties in the same manner and run my fingertips along the soft skin of her slight paunch. “Been indulging in too many slices of diner pie?” Poor Marie is nearly frozen with fear as my blade dances along her stomach. My impatience gets the best of me as I draw the blade to the hollow spot right under her sternum. I drive the blade in just an inch or two and she squeals. I look deep into her eyes and thrust the knife in to the hilt. Mmm. Savor. Gotta take my time. I slowly pull the blade downward, opening a rift in her gut. The blood and bile makes a gentle pattering sound as it pours from the growing wound to soak into the dirt under our feet. The air has taken on a metallic scent that makes my mouth water. When my blade reaches her pubis I pull it out and set it on the ground. I pull apart the sides of her stomach and dig my hand around in her innards. Damn intestines always getting in the way. I loop a couple coils of intestine around her neck. “Hold these for me.” I giggle. I pause when I reach her uterus. Cocking my head to the side in curiosity I place a few fingertips on her womb. Oh, my! Looking into Marie's dying eyes, the hunger creeping into my voice “Congratulations...mommy.” I pull the apogee of her femininity out of her body and use my nails to claw open the organ. I've always enjoyed veal. Just like the trinket in a slice of King Cake.