Alright! Chapter 9 already! Believe it or not, this was actually written before Ciel's first response was written. I meant to put it up first so that the chocolate sauce/rope joke would be like an inadvertant response to an unread letter, but I forgot to post this. Whoops. But that's not really important. Please enjoy chapter 9 of "Dear Bocchan". ^_^
Dear Bocchan,
It has occured to me that perhaps you enjoy being kidnapped. It does semi-fit your personality. While you do tend to want to me dominant, you still have that massochistic side and stuff. Perhaps Bocchan enjoys bondage play? If that is the case, I am sure there is a rather large supply of rope somewhere in this mansion. I could always tie you up and pour chocolate sauce all over you then lick it off. I can't wait until you're finally mine. There are so many possibilities.
You skin is so soft, Bocchan. Licking it is like...licking soft-serve ice cream off of a cone as it drips down the side. Thank good ness humans sleep so much or else I would never be able to have any fun at all. Siiiiiiiiiiiiilent niiiiiiiiiight. Unhoooooooooly niiiiiiiiiight. That's a song I made up for when I molest you while you are unconscious. Just imagine how much fun it will be when the night isn't silent anymore. It will be full of "Don't stop!" and "Ah!" and "Mmmmm!" and "Harder!" and many more adjectives, sound effects, and verbs.
Your nymphomaniac,
Sebastian