Plight and Wright

Richard groans loudly on the cold, hard floor for about twenty minutes before he can even move any part of his body. Managing to shift to his other side so he's turned to the door, he curses. "Those mother fuckers. They didn't even have enough courtesy to close my door."

He looks closely at the door and then notices the clay on the ground along with the heaps of sand. "He broke it?! And my door handle? He'll pay me back for it. I'll make sure. And I'll make sure I get my..." He groans loudly again, the pain in his crotch stinging like a mother fucker.

Suddenly, a movement by the door catches his eye and he looks up abruptly. "Who's there?"

A man with a huge build comes inside, bending slightly to avoid hitting his head on the door frame. "Hello Mr Richard."

Richard frowns slightly, unable to see his face as he's backing the dimming evening sun. "Who are you and why are you inside my house?"

"I don't think you should be the one asking the questions but for the sake of clarity, I'll say