"Hello, L.A. 911 operator. How can I take your call?" the operator's word echoed throughout the dark, damp room. Heavy breathing was briefly heard until the caller spoke, "Hello?" The voice was feminine and spoken in a whisper. A series of loud bangs on the door reverberated through the room. The voice spoke even quieter now, "I need help." The bangs got louder. "Open the door," an aggressive, masculine voice demanded. He was clearly throwing his body at a wooden door. "Now," the lady emphasized. The operator took a deep breath in and out. "Where are you located?" the operator asked. A few steps were heard, as if someone was trying to quickly and quietly scurrying across the room. "I don't, I don't," she attempted to say before being interrupted. "Open the door right now and I'll make it painless!" yelled the unidentified man. A few sobs were heard from the lady before she resumed what she was saying, "I don't know where I am. He took me from my home and he did, he did terrible things." She took a deep breath in and out. "We will attempt to trace your call. How old are you?" the operator inquired. The operator clearly heard a door being torn off it's hinges and falling to the floor. "I'm   16. I'm 16 years old. Please send help," the girl murmured. She dropped the phone and started screaming. There was a loud bang. There was only silence until the operator said, "Hello?"