Irene is frustrated with Frank's inability to act like a regular human being, as well as his constant pestering of her. His irresponsible acts make Irene's life a terrible hell, prompting her to finally teach him a lesson by changing his invaluable existence into some sort of shoe-fucking-mat! Frank has no choice but to be Irene's shoe-fucking-mat until he learns to behave like the rest of us. Introducing Irene's brand new pair of 8-inch heels! Frank's small, delicate neck wouldn't be able to withstand the additional strain once she got her hands on his frail body. She manages to crush the apple of Frank's throat while trying to feel his voice cords by pressing her long, sharp heels down on the base of his neck. At this moment, he has no choice but to remain calm as she grinds her hefty, yet pointed, black heels down on his ribcage, beating his sternum so hard that it may shatter if she buries it any deeper down. Her heels leave an imprint on Frank's frail windpipe as they descend deeper and lower his swollen and hurting throat. Applying more pressure, she presses her heels deeper into his throat, where they can crush his voice box and block off his airway, knocking him off. Frank gags and nearly gags as Irene continues to pound his heels, causing him to beg for air. He now considers himself to be worse than trash, serving as his girlfriend's personal shoe-fucking-mat!