Survivor: Myanmar is a completely original fanfiction written with original plotlines, characters based on either IRL or online friends, and original events. None of the events from this story come from any sort of Brantsteele or random simulator of any kind. In addition, this fanfiction includes: - Custom man-made graphics - FaceYourManga avatars for every cast member - A functional and informational Fandom Wiki with additional information such as unaired voting confessionals, voting charts, and character profile pages - Parts depicting singular scenes instead of entire episodes, to separate different events on each tribe as well as different parts of the day - Confessionals (and lots of 'em) - Post-episode analyses including confessional counts, power rankings + power ranking analyses, and final words from the eliminated contestant This is my biggest project ever, and I hope that this is the first of many seasons of Wattpad Survivor to come. I've poured hours and hours of content into this and I hope you all enjoy.

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.