CC - Doormat face : 2
As she does every year, Claudia decided to take things further with her human doormat. He lies on the floor, his face pressed against the ground, while she selects five pairs of high heels still caked in dirt and street grime. For twelve long minutes, she proceeds to trample, crush, and soil him without the slightest restraint.
She begins by slowly grinding a dirty sole against his nose, pressing down harder and harder until it is completely flattened. The cartilage twists, his breath is cut off, and filth and dust are ground into his nostrils. She then roughly rubs the sole across his lips and mouth, smearing and swelling them, scrubbing until they split. Beneath her footwear, his mouth is reduced to nothing more than a dirty rag.
She cycles through the pairs switching between various heels and pumps each sole filthier than the last. His cheeks are scraped, his chin rubbed raw and inflamed, and his nose marked with black streaks of grime. She bears down with her full weight, twisting, scrubbing, and crushing, taking her time to thoroughly soil every inch of his face.
He is not permitted to move. He must remain where he is nose crushed, mouth agape and soiled his face transformed into a mere doormat beneath her feet. Every scrape leaves traces of dust and dirt embedded in his skin. When the twelve minutes are up, his face is red, swollen, scarred, filthy, and aching. Claudia finally removes her shoes and tramples him once more, looking down at him as the insignificant object he has become beneath her : a doormat.