Aida could feel the slow unhinging of her jaw and the ease that overcame her muscles as they slowly melted toward the soft cushion of warming sand at her back.
The rhythmic hum of the waves lapping gently nudged the thoughts of her day further and further from her conscious mind.
Called to respond, her eyes flapped open- struggling against the glaring orb directly above her in a fleeting and futile attempt to resist slipping into the numb embrace of relaxation- just as they always had and felt obligated to since she had started this work nearly twelve years ago.
With a deep sigh, the air wafted the familiar scent of warmth and fish and the soothing taste of salt to her body.
Delivering the final numbing blow- her mind succumbed to the spiraling grip of sleep.
One last thought remained, echoing like a taunt: I wonder… could they feel the pain?