Back to the meat of it all

“And she isn’t related to you, of course," Cassius says.
"But we are interested in you. So you didn’t come here for nothing.”

You find yourself standing now.
“You’re interested in me? What the hell does that mean? Is this some kind of sex thing?”

“Oh, quick learner. Or a lucky guess,” Cassius says, grinning to Cecilia.

“So you’re perverted demons, got it.”

“Devils -- jesus, have some respect,” he says.

“Fuck off”

“Tell you what, I’ll skip right to what we have planned for you. You know the fountain in the square?”

“Yeah. Oh don’t tell me: that’s your devil lair or something?”

“Hah, that’s a new one! No. We want you to take a little nude dip in it. Tonight, so nobody will be watching,” he says.

Nude?! Gross! He’s trying to throw you off. Keep your cool.

“Ahaha!” you fake laugh. “I don’t know about that devil shit but you really are perverted, huh? Yeah, fuck you, buddy. You knew I wouldn’t do that.”

You aren’t that afraid of them, but you really don’t enjoy being dragged through this farce. So you make for the door, hoping to put this whole thing behind you.

“We can’t have that now,” Cassius says with a calmness that feels misplaced.

You prepare to fight him, but something’s wrong. Like, deeply wrong. No matter how hard you try, your body won’t budge. You automatically kick at the invisible barrier keeping your body still but unsurprisingly get nowhere. However, despite your total lack of movement, the male still flinches in unknowable, invisible exertion.

Panic immediately sets in. It’s taken you 28 years to realize that the only thing worse than claustrophobia is invisible claustrophobia. The only solace is that everything above your neck still seems to work.

“Uhhh--wha? D-did you poison me? Some kind of neurotoxin?”

This time it’s Cecilia who responds.
“Sweetie, nobody poisoned you. Remember we said we were devils? It’s just--”

You remember to be furious halfway through her bullshit explanation. Emotions are still playing catch up.
“Okay, miss me with the devil shit. I swear if you don’t get me a doctor you’ll never see the outside of a jail cell.”

You feel a subtle warmth start at your neck and flash down your body in an instant, tracing what you imagine are your major peripheral nerves. That thought makes you shiver as much as the sensation itself. And then you’re unfrozen, just as quickly as it came. You stumble forward, having activated muscles you didn’t even realize you were trying to clench. Worst of all, you have to work to convince yourself this is some kind of trick instead of the true magic that part of you wants to believe.

You collect yourself. Take a breath. If you keep talking then you can figure out what’s happening and get out of this one. You look up and methodically meet both of them in their eyes, one and then the other.
“I can tell you are both very powerful, and frankly I don’t really want to get in your way, but we’re going to have to find some other arrangement.”

“Unfortunately that’s going to be a problem because we selected you in particular, sweetie.”

Your skin starts to crawl in that particular way it does when you realize someone knows a lot more about you than you know about them.
“Maybe we can all just agree that this never happened and I can go now? I’m good at keeping secrets. A-and then you can go find somebody else even better than me. For whatever this is.”

“But what we want is you. Maybe you don’t understand the amount of work that’s gone into this.”

“What do you think you know about me?” you ask, trying to control your anger. “Have you freaks been stalking me?”

“You’re perfectly safe, Mira. We just like playing.”

Cassius butts in, “Speaking of, back to our deal. You’re going to go down to the fountain we talked about, strip down until there isn’t a stitch on that cute little ass of yours, and get a good splash going. And I can see the gears turning in your head. I really wouldn’t try tricking us if I were you.”

“And then we’re done? I don’t have to see you sickos ever again?”

They look at each other for a moment.

“I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood our arrangement, sweetie. We’ve spent a lot on you and we really aren’t going to let go that easily,” Cecilia says.

“Oh come on.”

Cassius says, “Basically, you’re our plaything now. Really, we could do just about whatever we want with you, but these little ‘assignments’ are a lot more fun when you’re doing them yourself. And all we have to do is motivate you.”

“I'm not gonna be your... Your ****."
A heat flushes through you as you say it. No one has tried to control you like this before.

“Well I wasn’t going to use that word, but if you insist,” Cassius says with the kind of reptilian smile you hear more than see.

“What he means is that it doesn’t have to be so horrible. We really aren’t all that demanding. Actually, you might start thinking of it as a gift.”

“Oh, I’m sure. You know not everybody is perverted like you, right? I'll never enjoy this -- whatever this is.”

“Think whatever you want, sweetie. Now that we’ve explained everything you’re perfectly free to go. Think about it, do what we told you, and then we can talk later,” she says.

They're going to let you go? Just like that? You're suspicious.

“Oh, and I wouldn’t tell anyone about this either. Especially any law enforcement. That would be particularly messy for all of us,” the male devil says.

You cringe, not knowing how to respond to that. You think the less you know about the particulars of their methods the better. And, frankly, you’re still in a bit of a daze.

“Uh-huh.”

You slowly make for the exit of the apartment, keeping one eye behind you and expecting a trapdoor or some other dupe underfoot with every step.

“Ta-ta dear! Come see us again tomorrow sometime after you’ve done your task. Or don’t! Either way it will be exciting,” Cecilia says, and then she slams the door.

Well that was weird, to put it bluntly. You stand in the hall in utter bewilderment. Not two minutes ago you were totally trapped in a stranger's apartment, and now you're just free? What the hell was that freeze power? And most importantly: did you just get *owned* by some kind of supposed inter-dimensional beings? How the hell did that happen?