He grasped the hand holding his hair, and forcefully removed it from his person. "You will be my queen," he told her, dark eyes flashing red for the briefest of moments. "I won't," she said with a daring flare in her eyes. His grip on her hand tightened until she felt her wrist bones grind together and had to clench her teeth to suppress a whimper. "Then you will be my whore."

Kidnapped by the Volturi to be used as a weapon, Renesmee expects the worst. She expects to be tortured and used, miserable and lonely. But will she find the most unlikely thing in the most unthinkable place? Will she find love? Renesmee/Alec