His voice scraped like a rusty blade in his throat.

She could hardly force herself to speak; her voice scraped from her throat like a wounded thing.

Its voice scraped at him through his helmet's communicator.

A voice like wire scraped across a tin plate came out of the speaker.

Unhurriedly, the voice of dry leaves scraped at him.

My voice scraped and I coughed, trying to swallow the dryness away.

Her voice scraped as if it were full of sand.

"I don't like him," he said, his voice like chalk scraping a blackboard.

The girl bowed, loading her voice with sarcasm scraped from the floor.

The voice scraped against his nerve endings like metal on stone.