Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Having Her Baby

A pregnant young woman is here
In my home and I don't know her.
Why did she suddenly appear?
On Facebook I lured her for sure,
With the promise of baby clothes.
But what I really have in mind
Is taking what I want, hell knows.
In my hands a cord is entwined.
Behind the woman I do sneak,
And strangle her until death's doom.
And then I get a knife and seek
To cut the baby from the womb.

I made my wanting come to be.
Now the baby belongs to me.