Maddie's mind raced, a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and an instinctive drive to survive. The vampire's words washed over her, his explanation doing little to quell the dread pooling in her stomach. Her hand trembled slightly as it clung to her neck, the weight of his gaze heavy on her.

A hundred years. The thought was almost incomprehensible. Yet, here he was, standing before her, his presence undeniable and his needs terrifyingly real. Maddie bit her lip, her mind desperately seeking a way out, but there seemed to be no escape from the inevitable.

Her breathing was shallow, her heart pounding in her chest. "It... it won't hurt?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to believe him, but what choice did she have? The longer she delayed, the more dangerous the situation became – that much was clear. She felt sick. With a deep, shaky breath, Maddie steeled herself. "Alright," she murmured, her voice trembling. "If it means you'll stop... then okay. Just... please, be quick about it."

Her eyes locked onto his, searching for any hint of deception or malice, but all she saw was an unsettling mix of hunger and control. Slowly, she lowered her hand from her neck, exposing the vulnerable skin beneath. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to fight, but she remained still, bracing herself for what was to come.

"Let's get this over with," Maddie whispered, her voice quivering with fear. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of him leaning in, and prayed silently that he would keep his word.