Something simple

“The dishes,” the male devil says after a pause.

“What?” You were expecting something much worse, if not disgustingly lewd.

“You heard me. You’ll do our dishes.”

“Okay? And then I won’t hear any more about how I ‘disappointed you’ or whatever?”

“Think of it as a warning. If you disobey us again you won’t get off nearly so easy,” Cecilia says.

You grumble through the dishes. The nature of power is to subjugate the weak; it’s not fair that this time 'weak' is describing you. Still, true to their word, half an hour later you’re done with the dishes and out of the apartment. Overall, you feel like that could have gone a lot worse.