Kuroshitsuji and it's characters belong to Yana Toboso, not me.
Sebastian didn't know why the lights in this therapist's room were dimmed, or why the professional's voice was so oddly familiar. From what he could make out, this psychoanalyst was female, with a thin, wiry frame and long, kinky hair.
Why did I even come here?, he thought. His performance had been slipping as the Phantomhive butler. Surprisingly enough, the therapist hit his frustrations spot on.
"It seems as if you're feeling stifled by this Ciel, this young master of yours."
"I...I suppose that's right. Yes, that's exactly right...!"
"I advise that you get out of the mansion, spend some time alone. Maybe with some friends. Maybe you need a...special someone..."
"Maybe...wait, what?"
The lights suddenly flashed on and he could clearly make out the identity of his "therapist." The red hair, feminine features, chainsaw by his chair. Oh God, no.
"My most advisable treatment would be to let me have your children."