The Carver: Daddy's Girl
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 13
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Everett Dickinson, aka The Carver, could see numerous possibilities in being interviewed by a young psych student. To the serial killer’s delight not only does it turn out to be a she, but she is actually the warden's daughter. Aware as he is that some members of the fairer sex are drawn to men like himself, the idea that he might seduce her is too delicious for words. Who knows, she might even prove useful in his plans to escape.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Rough Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Slow Violence
Mandy happily worked at cleaning the dishes while Everett went around setting up what he called ‘fail-safes’. The two of them knew that they would need to leave the cabin sometime soon, and he wasn’t going to leave it standing for enforcement to comb through and desecrate. He would rather see the whole property go up in flames than allow the enforcers to crawl all over it.
“Everything is set and ready. Oh, you really shouldn’t fuss with all that.” Everett stood behind Mandy, hands on her shoulders as she dried a plate.
“Habit, I’d usually wash the dishes at home too.” She set the dish down and was twirled to face him.
He held her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so she was looking right into his eyes, “Your home is with me now.” He took her left hand into his, and playfully sucked her ring finger, slowly pulling it out, gazing into her eyes with his own dark ones, “You’re a part of me. Forever mine.”
Something about the way he said that sent a shiver down her spine. Mandy trusted him, though - he said he loved her and she was sure he was genuine about it. She’d be able to tell if he was lying to her. And yet an alarm deep in her mind began to sound. Like a prey animal sensing danger, a feeling of impending death was slowly rising within her. This man who held her was, after all, a psychopathic murderer.
Everett pulled away from her and made for the basement, “I have one more thing to attend to before I forget.”
Down in the basement, he retrieved a carving he had been getting ready for Edward. It just needed a few touch-ups. With the little wooden rat done, he smiled. Everything was ready to move the body. Unceremoniously, he shoved the rat into Edward’s mouth, along with the young man’s license. As he stepped back to admire his work, a chirping sound caught his attention.
“Well, well, looks like we’re about to have some company,” he said to himself, ascending the steps once more. “My dear Mandy, I believe it would be in your best interest to keep yourself hidden somewhere safe. Not the basement, though.”
Mr. Steele continually stole glances at the clock on the warden’s desk. He was doing his best to look inconspicuous, but Dirk noticed everything. The agency unit leader was beginning to suspect Mr. Steele of being misleading, or hiding something.
“May I use the phone? I need to call my wife. Our son had a recital tonight, and I’d like to know how it went, and if they have made it back home safely.” He hoped that made him seem less of a bad actor in the ever-scrutinizing gaze of Dirk.
Dirk shook his head, “We need all lines open. I’m sorry you missed your son’s recital.” There was no discernible emotion in the man’s words.
The other man nodded and went back to looking over the map he brought with him. It was time for him to ‘discover’ the other location. With an excited motion, he slapped a finger onto where he had seen the corner of the roof earlier.
“There!” he exclaimed. Dirk stood over his shoulder, looking at the point Mr. Steele held his finger over. He strained his eyes to see what it was that the man was bringing to his attention. Soon he saw it too, the corner of a roof; the cabin was well hidden among the trees.
“That location’s closer than the other. I get the feeling it would be a more likely place,” Mr. Steele said as he straightened himself up and stepped away from the rather imposing Dirk.
The agency’s unit leader nodded; even he had a better feeling about that location. It was better hidden, and it was a lot closer. There was already a team heading to the one at Carter’s Ridge, though. He huffed and picked up the phone. He was going to request assistance from the agency team in the neighboring jurisdiction. He didn’t get along with that particular unit leader, but the two set aside their own rivalry in emergency situations.
There was still a ringing in her ears when she felt the prodding of tiny fingers against her cheek. Slowly, she opened her eyes, light causing a searing pain in her already pounding head.
“Auntie Jovis, where’s Daddy?” the young voice asked. Demeter had woken up from a bad dream and wanted her father’s reassurance that the evil monster wouldn’t come for her or hurt Mandy.
Jovis rubbed her brow and laboriously sat back up. If Demeter wasn’t there, she’d be swearing up a storm to make the roughest of men blush. How dare he! Has that man gone absolutely mental?! She looked at Demeter, struggling to give the girl a tender smile. “Don’t worry, kiddo, Daddy just had to take care of something. I’ll go find him, okay? But first, I’ll take you to have a sleepover with Silas, how does that sound?”
Demeter hesitantly nodded, “Will Silas keep me safe from monsters?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“He always does. You’re a dear friend to him, remember? Get your bag, and we’ll go.” Jovis stood and watched the young girl scamper off to retrieve her bag. So help me, Gil... her fists were clenched so tight her nails broke the skin.
Silas opened the door to see Jovis and Demeter standing on the porch, “Hello, Aunt Jovis! Hi Demeter, come in!” He took Demeter’s hand in his own and began to lead her inside. Jovis had called earlier from her cruiser, and Emerald had told Silas to get a place ready for his young friend.
As the two children headed further into the house, Emerald Steele made her way to the front door. “Hello, Miss Jovis.” The seriousness of the situation was reflected in her expression.
“I’m so sorry to drop her off like this.”
“Don’t be,” Emerald quickly said, “We’re happy to have her. Just make sure you save that young woman. I know all too well what it’s like to be in the company of a Lazlo.” She gave Jovis a quick hug.
Jovis took a long look at Emerald, recalling the time she first met her as Birdy. That was a lifetime ago, but if anyone could empathise with Mandy, it was this brave woman before her. “Yeah, I know you would. We’re going to save her.” With that, she turned on her heel, steeling herself for the events to take place.
Emerald watched as the taillights of the old cruiser disappeared down the street. She felt a stinging in her chest, a whirlwind of emotions she thought she had buried. If it’s anything like our time, Jester, I worry for that girl. As much as she was in love with her husband, part of her still yearned for the touch of Jester Lazlo.
She didn’t understand it, but something about those men, if they seduced you, there was no other man in the world. As monstrous as they were, they could be equally captivating. She worried about Silas’ future.
It was eerily quiet when the warden stepped out of his car and into the dark night at Atlas Marsh Park. He readied his gun and made his way to the cabin. The walk from the car park to the cabin wasn’t that long, but it was overgrown with wild flora. Navigating the barely maintained pathway, in this moonless and starless night, was difficult. It took him nearly twenty minutes before he saw lights up ahead.
The cabin looked like it was just about ready to fall over. Was his daughter really in there? Was the monster known as ‘The Carver’ actually in there? What if Everett had the foresight to set this place up as the trap when all the while he was at the other cabin? The warden shook his head to clear those thoughts. Everett liked to toy with and taunt his victims. This was the only place he would have chosen for this showdown.
The warden walked quietly inside the cabin. It had been modernised on the inside, a stark contrast to the dilapidated look of the outside. Not that inner decor mattered to him, he was after a monster, and he didn’t intend to let him live.
Gun in hand and finger poised on the trigger, the warden cautiously moved around the space. Breaths steady, pulse rapid, senses on high alert. Any sound caught his attention. Nothing would escape his careful gaze.
“Mandy? Mandy! It’s Daddy. Where are you, baby girl?” his voice was low as he searched around for her, probing to find her but bracing for the worst.
Around the corner, Everett waited, baton in hand. As soon as he saw the warden’s head, he swung with all his might, “She’s got a new Daddy now,” he growled as he watched the warden spiral to the ground. He looked at the baton in hand, disappointed the stun function wasn’t working. It was old, maybe that’s why the warden didn’t have it secured in his closet. It still worked as a bludgeoning tool, though.
Before the warden could fully recover, Everett was on top of him, pummeling and striking at the warden’s head with the baton, over and over. The gun had been lost in the fall, and now the warden struggled to relieve his attacker of the baton. The warden didn’t need a gun to protect himself, or any weapon really apart from his own body: he was a varsity wrestling star in his younger days, almost going pro if not for a childhood promise to his sister.
Finally, the baton was flung across the room. Now the two men were entangled in a fury of fists. Each man struggling against the other to gain the upper hand. The fight took them both through the front door and further out to the yard. Blow upon blow was thrown. Some struck, some missed; neither man was willing to relent.
One fought for a free life with a woman he felt he could grow to truly love, the other was fighting to keep his family together and protected. In the brawl, neither one noticed as the very woman at the center of it all had left her safe spot, picked up the gun, and watched the two.
Heart beating wildly, Mandy watched in growing horror as her father fought with the man she had fallen for. Her mind was torn between family and heart. She had to make a choice; she didn’t want to see the two men she loved the most in the world fighting like this.
On one hand, her life: everything she knew, everyone she had grown up with, her small, incomplete family. If she shot Everett, she could return home. A criminal would be incapacitated once more, and one less offender would be walking free.
On the other hand, her heart: if she wounded her father, she could leave for a new life with the man she had fallen in love with. Spending the rest of her life on the run with him, loving him every day and every night. Maybe even have a family of their own together.
The two finally noticed their audience, holding the gun, pointing at both of them.
“Mandy! What are you waiting for? Shoot him!” the warden yelled, a desperate call from a father pleading with his daughter. At this distance, she was more than able to land a shot right between the murderer’s eyes. He had made it a point to take his daughters to the range every other weekend and instilled in them both proper gun safety and etiquette. She had the perfect opportunity to end this nightmare and free herself.
Everett smiled at her, that dark, predatory gaze with which he often regarded those around him. “My little jumping spider, remember your nature. You’re mine, my love. You’re part of me.” That earned him a reactive blow to the gut.
“The hell you mean ‘love’?!” The warden felt a sinking in his gut as if the reaper had gripped him with its icy hold. Was that the reason his little Mandy waivered? Was she actually under some depraved illusion of love ... for HIM? That monster? That was a reality the warden was not about to accept. He was not going to allow his daughter to be manipulated by Everett like that, to be led so far astray. Those words rang in his ears and painted his vision red. With a reignited resolve, he attacked The Carver with a rage unlike he had known himself capable of.
Mandy hesitated still, watching as the two continued their battle. She had to make a choice, and she had to make it soon. If her dad had found them, it was only a matter of time before the place was crawling with more enforcers and emergency personnel.
A single gunshot rang out through the woods. The world seemed to stop, and the warden collapsed to the ground and slumped against a tree. Everett, with his cruel, triumphant grin, knelt down to the warden’s level to whisper in his ear, “Till death, us do part. She’s my perfect victim, like your sister was for my brother. Poetic, don’t you agree?”