The fog had decended like an eerie, gray blanket. Lewis's unconscious body lay battered and crushed beneath the feet of the partygoers. He was beginning to cut up now as shoe after shoe trampled him in the darkness. The women were unaware of him embedded in the lawn. A group of four had just moved away from him when a woman shouted, "We're safe to go back up the fire escape steps now. Please form an orderly queue and be careful - the steps are very slippery".
Lewis began to stir. He opened his eyes and blinked unbelievingly as a woman just walked over his chest whilst chatting to another woman. He was in great pain from the fall but he did not cry out. Lewis lay silently, desperate to remain undetected. He felt a large, plump lady tread on his stomach, then another great force pressed his chest downwards again. Three, maybe four pairs of feet walked over him, the heels of the shoes tearing at his already ripped shirt and into his tender flesh.
Suddenly, a massive pain shot through him as a woman trod on his face. The sole of her court shoe landed right across his mouth, grinding the dirt from it onto his lips. The force crushed his lip, splitting it open as it stepped off him. Too weak to call out, another woman then found his face as well, her leather sandal flattening his features once more. The bone in his nose crumpled beneath her weight as she continued her journey into the night club.
By then it was too late. Groups of women were going back now and Lewis's body disappeared beneath pairs of eager feet. Dirt and mud were ground into his body as the outlines of soles from shoes and boots left their painful imprint. Heels cruelly gouged at his flesh, slashing his body and almost impaling him beneath. His groin was covered with footprints and his chest, stomach and face were trampled into the turf.
It was nearly 10 minutes before everyone had passed over him. The last woman, a tall lady in her mid 30's, dropped a lit cigarette. It fell on to Lewis's chest and she ground it out with her stiletto black pumps without even looking down. The cigarette temporarily burnt his flesh before her cool sole crushed it and him underneath. Standing on his body to light another, she let the heels sink painfully in to him believing his body to be the lawn. She took a long inhale of smoke before tossing the spent match away and trampling over Lewis.
It made no difference. Lewis was dead. His body almost mashed to an unrecognisable pulp, blackened with the dirt from the soles of the women's shoes. He had been used like a sidewalk but had helped the women to leave and return to the club in relative safety. No one knew of Lewis...he was a petty thief and a felon. The fall from the railings would have left him paralysed anyway, so perhaps the women had been kind in trampling him to death.
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