There?s nothing more satisfying than stepping all over a human doormat. My friend and I indulge in the pleasure of digging the sharp heels of our boots into the body of a useless slave, who can do nothing but endure in silence. We crush him mercilessly, ignoring his pathetic pleas, savoring every gasp of pain. When we finally decide to stop, we burst into laughter at the sight of his battered body?an artwork of cruelty, imprinted with the marks of our soles and the perfect circles of our heels.
