He scrambles desperately agains what feels like an ever deepening carpet, somehow managing to sink upto his wasite now in the stuborn, entangling pile, scrambling agains it with all his might but his progress seems so slow now. Afraid to look back but still unable to help himself as he turns his head to see the beast closing the distance rapidly on him.  As he glances pleadingly at the maids smugly grinning face, he notices for the first time the he can make out the outline of the wall behindher through it.  Slow realisation of what she really is begging to set in now.  "oh shit.  this can't be happening" he wimpers.  it's now taking all his strength just to pull his feet free from the clining carpet hairs and take a step. within momens she has caught up with him.  the howling suction of her vacuum tearing at his loincloth. There is no longer any point in trying to outrun her so he does the only thing he can do, fighting his way to the baseboard he flattens himself tight up against the wall in the desperate hope that this might present a bit more of a problem to her if her vacuums nozzle is not designed to take dirt in from the sides as well as the front.  He knows little about old style vacuums and is not sure if such features are a more recent invention or not but it is the only thing his fear frozen mind can think of to try.  flattening himself up against the wall so tight that his shoulders are bruised, virtualy willing himself to become part of it,  his cowering form looking up at her unable now to pull his eyes free of her ghostly gaze.