Quake 3 Arena
Every night, she was plagued with strange recurring nightmares. In those nightmares she sat on a huge pile of rags and discarded cloth, with a needle and thread in her hand. She would pick up a piece of cloth, cut out a patch, and stitch it into
For as long as she could remember, she had been trapped and afraid. Abuse which began in childhood had carried over to her adult life. Every day, she lived in fear of her husband's volatile temper and drunken rages.