Can I claim my cookie please. "They had entered her home at her own invitation and tied her down. Her own trust in authority, however fake that authority might have been, stripped her of caution and disguised her unease. She had felt the sour taste of bile rising in her mouth along with the coarse rope twisted around her wrists." was roughly where I guessed. Sorry.

But this is another well written piece and I enjoyed a taste of the boys from the victim / monsters point of view.

I'm off to check out more of your work. Keep up the good work.  

Author's Response:

Do your ninja-thing and sniff around my profile all you want :D

You guessed pretty early. Glad you like the story.

What kind of cookies do you like? Lemme guess: Peanut M&M's ...?

Lol kind of hard not to guess who it is.  :)

I prefer peanut butter.

Anyway, awesome!  When I first clicked on this, I thought it might have been the crossroads demon, but I'm glad it turned out to be Madison. 

Totally imagined her, alone in her living room, in a shirt too big, her panic growing as she listened to the boys argue in the other room.

Sweet!!

Author's Response:

Peanut butter gift basket coming your way my friend :D

Thank you very much for the compliment. Glad you enjoyed. And the reason i wrote this was because I missed seeing Madison's and Sam's reaction at that moment. 

I was actually afraid she would have come across as too "freaked out" and a little too neurotic, but i figured that dealing with ones impending death would do that to a person.

 Sorry for the long answer... :D