The idea of seeing my human doormat’s disgusting face was no longer appealing to me. I decided to take matters into my own hands and nail a real doormat over his face instead. He was lying on the floor, ready and waiting with his head still between two wooden planks. I took out my nailer and fixed a real doormat onto the two wooden blocks on either side of his face. There was something oddly satisfying about stepping on a face that had truly become a doormat. I rubbed my shoes on it first, before making him take them off and feel the shape of his face under the doormat with my veiled feet. He was almost out of breath as I enjoyed this twisted sense of power over him.