He ended up not being dead

Our nameless hero was rolled up in a large floor rug, because silly tropes can be the easiest escape, in the back of a van, but he didn't know that, he was contained in an old dusty rug.

In the van, 10 miles from the spot Igor knew was way out of the way in the middle of a forest almost 250 miles from the conflaguration that was the Roll of Carpet's house. Ivan, Ivan, and Igor we'll call them, were merrily driving towards the outer edge of a landfill two states over that had been inactive for a decade, to bury a body. Ivan chuckled as he was reading about the carpet roll wanting to become a hot young bimbo sissy bbc gangbang pornslut.

"If he wasnt dead in a rug, we couldve traded him to Bic Dominic and gotten laid too. He loves turning sissy whitebois or white middle aged men into sissies for his adult film empire." Ivan said to nobody.in particular.

That's when Mr. Carpet Roll began to, well, roll.