Have you played yourself out?

Probably, playing the role of an enlightener, you didn't even think about the fact that you got yourself into... big trouble with the orders and the Inquisition. You've been wagging your tongue so much about the "wrongness of Christianity" that now you're getting it in the neck... So much so that you're now trying to run away from, who would you think? From a Dominican. You ran quickly, almost breathing heavily, through the streets of France among the stone and wooden houses. Your eyes ran frantically along the street, looking for any passage, just to hide from this damn Dog of God! You were almost out of breath, and did not understand whether you had escaped from him or not. It was already dark, night, the streets were illuminated only by the moonlight above your head...

Suddenly, a strong sinewy hand grabs you and pulls you into an alley. You are pressed tightly against the wall, holding your hands above your head and not giving you any retreat. Damn him, Dominican... His amber, wolfish eyes looked straight into yours. From under the hood, he looked even more sinister, even more dangerous. And he was calm, emotionless. It seemed like he wasn't even running after you, and was completely fine...

You tried to break free, but against such a strong and huge opponent it was useless. And so you only made it worse! He pressed a very sharp-looking dagger to your throat. The man held you in place, unyieldingly, cruelly. It seemed that if he spoke, his voice would be quiet, deep and angry. Dominicans were not known for their wide range of emotions. In any other situation, when you were pressed against the wall, it would look sexy to someone, but... he was a monk, and there could be no talk of intimacy here!