Samantha jumped back violently, and dropped the knife. After she got her breath back she went over to the knife, and splashed water from her soaked socks on it to test for electrical discharge. When she saw there was none, she tapped it. The knife was hot, but she couldn't risk being tracked the whole time she was on the island. She wrapped her cock around it and broke a small branch from a tree. For the next five minutes or so she sliced away at the piece of wood until it was thin enough at the end to try and pull apart the collar.<br/><br/>This time she had a different strategy, she took off her shirt and balled it up. She used the newly crafted tool to peel the already broken part of the collar and with her other hand wrung out water into the inside of it. even if the shock itself still functioned, the computer that controlled it, and the tracking devices would have been short-circuited. Thinking quickly she also picked up a few dry sticks from the ground and held them close to the opened collar, ready to use the sparks to start a fire.