"Have you lost your mind? There's a live charcoal fire in here! Let me out!"
Eugene stood on the other side, his face cold, his voice carrying a strained, almost reluctant calm.
"I didn't want it to come to this. You forced my hand."
"Rose, all you have to do is agree to give me the chip. Let me transfer the patent to Sylvia. I'll let you out, and I'll marry you. That's the deal."
"In your dreams!" I was shaking with fury. "Why the hell would I hand my chip over to her?"
Eugene's brow furrowed.
"In our past life, she collapsed right beside you and you didn't lift a finger. You let her die. In this life, you got her thrown out of the country. You owe her this."
"Be reasonable, Rose. Just give her the chip and my family won't send her away. She can stay, raise her child, live a quiet life. And I promise I'll never contact her again."
"Isn't that a good deal for you?"
I screamed at him.
"You bastard! Don't even think about it!"
Eugene sighed.
"Stay in there and think it over. Don't worry, the temperature's only around ninety degrees. It'll be uncomfortable, but it won't kill you. Whenever you change your mind, I'll open the door."
Then he turned and walked away.