Yarin's POV:
Lydia kept screaming and struggling but was thrown into the storage room without any resistance. Passing by the kitchen, the owner was making soup, lazily saying, "Don't mess up my cheese, guys. It just arrived today."
Lydia trembled and cried incessantly, but it didn't give her pity.
And then, at that moment, I whispered in her ear, "Lydia, do you remember what I told you? Don't be afraid. We're right outside the shop. Many people will protect you. The time has come, do as we agreed, okay?"
Lydia barely nodded, huddling in the corner against the wall.
The men continued to taunt her, "Don't be afraid, girl. I promise this will be enjoyable. After all, you've been able to experience earthly pleasures for several years longer than your friends. What's there to be unhappy about?"