The Carver: Daddy's Girl
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 7
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
The next morning didn’t come soon enough. It was getting difficult for Everett to hide his eagerness to set his escape in motion. The fork prong was digging into his tongue as he kept it concealed.
The walk to the computer lab felt longer today, the hall was a little cooler, and the scent of fresh-cut grass began to waft through the area. The guards secured him in the chair and stepped just outside the door.
Per protocol, one was supposed to be next to the door, the other across the hall to have a direct view through the plexiglass window in the computer lab. However, there was a vent unit just above where the guard on the other side of the hall was to stand; on landscaping days, the guards cut corners. Easier to incapacitate an unruly inmate if you weren’t sneezing up a storm, right?
As soon as he was sure they weren’t watching him closely, Everett got to work on the locks. It took him a little longer than he had wanted, but eventually all the chains and restraints were off. The chair was bolted well, but the desk moved easily after he’d taken the computer off it.
Standing on the table, he was just tall enough to pry off the cover of the intake vent, lift himself up, and shimmy his way into and through the vent. For once, he was glad he didn’t have a larger physique. It didn’t take long for him to find the way out; all he had to do was follow the sounds of mowers and the smell of grass.
Finally out, freedom felt wonderful. As much as he wanted to celebrate, he knew he had little time to get to Mandy and take her to his safehouse, where he usually took his victims. He was sure there would be two corpses he would have to dispose of when he returned.
Obtaining a different outfit was fairly simple, too; breaking a man’s neck was not like how it looked in the movies and television dramas. Hiding the body quickly was a little more difficult. He was tempted to use the wood chipper, but there were too many people nearby. A shady corner would have to do.
Before anyone could question him, he smeared some dirt on his face and scuffed up his appearance, hiding his dark blond hair under a snap-back cap and slipping his glasses into a pocket. As long as he was seated further back among the rest of the migrant workers, he should pass without notice at the gate check.
At the gate, the guards stopped the landscaping trucks. The sun was high by now, temperature at record highs. No one wanted to be out in this heatwave. The guards walked around the vehicles and only briefly glanced at the laborers therein.
Fools There was a slight desire to kill these guards who put their own comfort over taking all the steps of exit protocols, but at the same time, he was grateful for their laxity.
The driver decided to park at a fast food joint for a well-needed lunch. Everett didn’t stick around. He took this opportunity to find the nearest bus station. He was going to pay a visit to his little jumping spider.
It was a rare day off for Mandy. Even rarer still, Demeter was at a friend’s house for the weekend, and the warden was going to be pulling a scheduled all-nighter. All Mandy had planned was laundry and going over the past two interviews she had with Everett.
She walked through the kitchen in nothing but her panties and a pair of socks. The AC unit was on the fritz again, so why wear so many clothes when she had the house to herself?
She pulled a carton of milk out of the fridge and reached for a cup, but stopped mid-way. The carton was nearly empty, so why dirty a cup?
Milk carton tipped to her lips as she strode to the living room, she noticed something was off. The carton dropped from her hand, and she spat out what she was about to swallow, “Oh my god...”
“I could be, if you’d like.” Everett stood in the center of the rug wearing the dirt-stained uniform of a landscaping company.
She stood in place like a deer caught in a spotlight. Her body trembled as he stepped up to stand before her, separated only by a coffee table. His full height, unrestrained, was as intimidating, if not more so, than her father’s form.
Her world seemed to be crashing as the brutality of reality slapped her in the face. A psychopathic serial killer was standing in her house. There was nothing between them but a living room coffee table. He was known to brutalise both men and women. Her fight or flight instinct took control, and she bolted for the kitchen to get to the back door.
Carefully laid foundations and they still run... Everett couldn’t help but chuckle as he swiftly followed her. He easily caught up to the young woman, now fumbling with the doorknob. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her away from the door to face him, cupping her ear with a hand, whispering, “Get dressed and pack a bag. We’re going somewhere they won’t find you.” He teasingly bit the lobe of her ear and straightened back to his full height. “And, where is your dad’s room? I need a change of clothing, too.”
As she nodded and turned to lead him down the hall, Everett took the opportunity to smack Mandy on her bouncy, beautifully-rounded butt. This caused her to squeal and pick up the pace in scurrying off to her room.
As he followed her, Everett took a brief moment to look at all the family photos that littered the wall, interspersed with drawings of unicorns and other fanciful creatures. The last family photo caught his eye - four smiling faces.
Where is Mom, I wonder...?
“Right over here, across from my room.” She pointed to the room her father used, crossing an arm over her exposed breasts.
His thoughts returned to more important matters, like a change of clothing and heading out of there ASAP. Once the alarm was raised and everyone knew he had escaped, the warden was sure to send a guard to protect Mandy.
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