Larry and Stella moved back on the bed, too frozen with deep rooted terror to rise.
With a lightning move too swift to be evaded the robot reached out and seized Larry by the right arm, lifting him to his feet at the edge of the bed.
"I could squeeze with this one hand and crush the bone in your arm," 2615 said, "but it might be too shattered to knit. I will do it this way so it can be set and heal."
Its other hand wrapped around the forearm just below the elbow. Larry started to struggle. He screamed in pain. There was an audible snap. His arm bent grotesquely. The robot released him and he stumbled backwards onto the bed, his face pale and dotted with sweat.
The lens eyes fixed on Stella.
"No!" she shuddered. "No!"
She was at the far edge of the bed. With terror animating her muscles, she leaped to the floor and ran. Almost too swiftly for the eye to follow, the robot reached her and metal fingers gripped her arm.
"No! Please! Please don't hurt me." She was pleading. "I'm a woman—"
"A human," the robot corrected. "Do you know the feeling of pain, of hopelessness? You will learn."