Blissful Oblivion

"Please," I begged. "I don't know why you're doing this, or what I did wrong, but I'll give you anything if you let me go."
I heard the sound of him messing with something metal in the room. Sounded somewhat like silverware, but I had the unfortunate feeling it was a different kind of metal tool. Like a scalpel.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Well, I mean, almost anything. Like, obviously not my soul, or my life, or my virginity..."
He chuckled. "Well, that's a fine list of very desirable things. But, lucky for you, I want none of them."
There was a period of silence, broken only by the sounds of whining nearby.
"Okay... What is it you want then?"

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