At our disposal is a doormat, and my friend Maya and I plan to take full advantage of it today. Its location on the floor is fitting, as we will soon be crushing it mercilessly underfoot. Our casual attire of jeans and sneakers may seem innocent at first glance, but it hides the cruelty lurking within us.
As we begin to trample the doormat, our sadistic tendencies emerge. We crush its face and head with our soles, leaving the marks of our sneakers imprinted on its surface. My shoes come off next, revealing the pantyhose beneath my jeans. But this pleasant surprise quickly turns into suffering as I use my bare feet, encased in nylon, to crush the doormat’s face and mouth, rendering it breathless.
Maya follows suit, removing her shoes and allowing the doormat to feel the sweaty texture of her socks. We pause for a drink, but the doormat remains on the ground, waiting for us to continue our abuse. Clearly, we are not done with it yet.