No matter how hard she clawed, his arm didn't budge. She may as well have been feebly pawing at it for all the good it did. In fact, his grip tightened on her shoulder, claws digging against her skin. Not enough to make her bleed, but enough to be a warning, and rend any fabric in the way.

His free hand was far more gentle. Fingers teased over her stomach, practically caressing her as he inch lower. A promise of what he might be willing to do. His lips dragged higher, and he was breathing against her ear. Hot and heavy with his how struggle. But that doubled voice was calm and steady. "That's not going to happen," he said, teeth grazing her ear. "So why don't you Be. Quiet." There was a strange emphasis on the words as elsewhere Matt activated part of the collar.

It wouldn't silence her, not entirely. It would rob her of any and all words, as well as most of the gusto behind any other sounds she might make. She would find that no matter what she tried to say or do with her voice, it came out as small, soft sounds. Gentle, desperate mewling at most.