The doormat is before me, ready and willing to endure my weight. I can’t wait to try out my new Buffalo shoes on him, to savor the feeling of power that comes with crushing him. I start with his hand, applying pressure until I hear the satisfying sound of bones crunching beneath my feet. I then move on to his arm, methodically increasing the force of my steps until I reach his abdomen. He is soft, pliant, and I take pleasure in insulting him and punishing him with my increasing strength. My sole now rests on his face, and I relish the feeling of crushing his skull. Before I leave him to his pitiful fate, I allow myself one last indulgence – running and jumping on his abdomen with all my might.