Transcript of Telephone Conversation between Charles Balis, M.D. and Ms. Anna Green, Saturday, February 22, 1997 at 7:32 pm PST (9:32 pm CST).

Ms. Green: Doctor Balis, is it you?
Dr. Balis: Anna, what's wrong?
Ms. Green: Oh God! Thank you for calling me back right away. You don't know what this means to me.
Dr. Balis: Where are you?
Ms. Green: I...I'm not sure exactly of the name of this place. It's a restaurant somewhere. I'm next to the lady's room.
Dr. Balis: What's wrong?
Ms. Green: Oh God! It's horrible, just horrible.
Dr. Balis: Anna take a deep breath. That's good. Now tell me what's going on. Is Martin with you?
Ms. Green: Oh no. I think I managed to get away from him. I ran and ran. For a few blocks I think. I kept turning and twisting. And then there was this large group of people, so I managed to sneak into this place and now I'm hiding. I just called the police.
Dr. Balis: Why?
Ms. Green: Oh Doctor, it was just horrible.
Dr. Balis: What was horrible? Did Martin do something to you? Did he harm you somehow?
Ms. Green: No. He never got a chance. But they got this girl. She must have been barely eighteen, Doctor. They got her, they got her...oh God.
Dr. Balis: Who are they?
Ms. Green: These people.
Dr. Balis: What people? Is Martin one of them?
Ms. Green: Yes. I think so. I mean, I hope not. But he was the one who took me there. It's a horrible place, Doctor. They torture people there. I know it sounds ridiculous but I saw them.
Dr. Balis: What did you see?
Ms. Green: At first I just thought it was sort of a dress up party. At first, it just looked like someone's house. But we went downstairs into the basement and it was sort of like a dungeon. There were brick walls with rings bolted to it and a lot of medieval looking torture stuff--a metal cage shaped like a person and a rack. It was like something out of a devil movie. Then they started to do things. Doctor, they took this girl and stripped her down. In front of everyone, they just made her take her clothes off.
Dr. Balis: Did they force her or did she take them off herself?
Ms. Green: They made her, Doctor. They pushed her down and held her by the back of the neck and told her to obey. She had to do it. They had these leather whips and canes made out of bamboo. They grabbed her by her wrists and handcuffed her arms and legs so that she was spread out on her stomach on this big alter or something. At first I thought this was a joke or a performance or something. But it was for real Doctor. This was no movie magic. They kept hitting her with this bamboo cane--over and over. Every time they hit her, there was this red stripe across her back. She was moaning and there was blood on her back where the stripes crossed. Oh God.
Dr. Balis: Was Martin with you?
Ms. Green: Yes. He took me there. He said that he wanted to show me something. But I just couldn't believe what was happening. They beat this beautiful girl and kept saying that this is how it should be done. I told Martin to do something. To stop them. But he just kept telling me over and over that it was all right. But it wasn't Doctor. I started to scream. I wanted them to let the girl go. I think she was in a trance. I thought that if I screamed maybe she'd come to. But they all turned on me. Oh Doctor!
Dr. Balis: What did they do?
Ms. Green: They were going to grab me too. They stopped beating her for a moment and started coming after me. They were going to hypnotize me as well. But I wouldn't let them do it Doctor. I twisted out of Martin arms and ran. I kept running--I knew they were after me. I called the police as soon as it was safe. I hope they can save her. I think it was some sort of demonic cult and they were doing some sort of sacrifice.
Dr. Balis: Do you think that Martin is part of this cult?
Ms. Green: I think they got to him. It looked like they got to a lot of people. I don't know how they did it. Drugs maybe or it might be hypnosis. Oh God, Doctor.
Dr. Balis: Anna, please try to calm down a little bit. I think those people and that girl were there of their own free will. It sounds like Martin took you to an S&M Club. It wasn't very smart of Martin without preparing you for it first. But there are social clubs for people who are sexually attracted to sadomasochism.
Ms. Green: Doctor, I don't think you understand. This wasn't about fun and games. This was no fantasy world. It was like being in one of those horror movies. They were hurting people. There was blood. Even if they save that girl, she'd have to be hospitalized and she'll have scars for the rest of her life. This was a demonic ritual. First they beat her senseless and then they were going to rape her and maybe kill her. And Doctor, if you could only imagine the tools they had for torture and rape. I thought I was going to pass out. God, I hope they get them all!
Dr. Balis: What did the police say when you called them?
Ms. Green: They said they'd be right over. I told them that girl's life was on the line.
Dr. Balis: Are you going to go with the police?
Ms. Green: No. I told them that I barely got away. They said that they'll send a special car for me, so I don't have to be around the cult people. I think I'll need to fill out a report or something, I don't know. I never did this before. I hope Martin got away.
Dr. Balis: You do?
Ms. Green: I think he needs help. I think the cult got to him. But if the law gets him...I hope he left that place looking for me. Maybe the police won't get him. But I guess I'll have to tell them how I got there, right?
Dr. Balis: I think so.
Ms. Green: Martin is a good person. I can testify to that. He wasn't part of the beatings and the rape thing anyway. Oh, I think the police are here. I'll talk to you soon Doctor. Thank you for being here for me. I was so terrified!
Dr. Balis: Anna? Anna?
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