The metal steps were damp and slippery from the thickening fog. Above Lewis, the night club throbbed to the sounds of music. Inside, 100 women were dancing the night away - the last evening of freedom for some unsuspecting lady about to be married on the weekend, Lewis thought to himself. It would be easy pickings if he could climb the metal stairway and prise open the small fan light window into the cloakrooms. Coats and maybe assorted handbags or credit cards could be the reward but it would be a dangerous climb along the fire escape railings.
He must remain silent and out of sight. The fog was closing in around him. He could barely see a hand in front of his face. Lewis climbed unsteadily, up along two levels of railings trying to make sure of his footing. He reached up, groping in the blackness above him and as he did so, he slipped and fell backwards. In a second, Lewis plummeted to earth, arms flayling in the still misty air. He caught the electric power cable on his fall, pulling it away from the wall before crashing on his back at the base of the stairs. The fall was a bad one. Knocked unconscious, Lewis lay sprawled just on the soft lawn area. He was lucky to have missed the metal steps and the concrete path below.
Inside the Club, the emergency exit signs immediately came on as the party was plunged into darkness and chaos. The door eventually swung open into the gray, foggy evening and the female revelers began their treacherous decent down the fire escape. "Be careful", shouted the first woman, "It's really slippery and you can't see a thing". Within 20 seconds or so, the first woman had reached the bottom step. She knew this because the handrail didn't go any further. Stepping onto the concrete path she then took another step onto what she thought was the lawn. It was Lewis's prostrate body. Her size 8 shoe found his thigh and she walked right over him, the narrow heel sinking into his pants and flesh. She didn't suspect anything.
The second woman stepped onto the concrete and then onto Lewis. She wore high red court shoes. His chest sunk slightly as she trod on it before moving further away from the stairs. One by one, the women used Lewis underfoot. They didn't realise he was there. In all 106 women trampled the man into the lawn. Lewis's body by now had been pressed into the turf.
The women congregated around the steps waiting for instructions as to when they could go back inside. Lewis's body became a carpet as first one, then another women trampled him whilst they stood around chatting. As four women stood around discussing husbands two of them had Lewis beneath them. One pair of high heeled shoes dug merciliessly into his stomach whilst a woman wearing slides stood on his throat. She moved her right foot, shifting weight from one to the other which pressed his face beneath. Lewis's unconscious features distorted under her weight. The now muddy soles flattening his nose, and the heel pushing into his mouth. Would Lewis survive?..........
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