In a world where women rule and men are kept as livestock, Giada was preparing for her annual Thanksgiving dinner. She had a specific boy selected for the feast, a plump, young lad she'd been fattening up.

Giada treated him with the care one would give to a prized calf; his movement was restricted, and his diet carefully monitored. The boy was always fed a special grain diet that ensured his meat would be tender and flavorful.

As Giada prepared the boy for the feast, she couldn't help but talk about how delicious he'd be. She'd describe in detail how she planned to roast him, which spices she would use, and the sides that would accompany the main dish.

The day of the dinner arrived, and Giada's house was abuzz with activity. The boy had been prepared, and the aroma of his roasting flesh filled the house, making everyone's mouth water in anticipation.

Among the guests were Giada's sister Trisha and her daughter Tina. Trisha, an equally imposing woman, and Tina, a young girl budding into womanhood, were both eager for the feast.

Fiona and her daughter Belinda were also in attendance. Fiona, a long-time friend of Giada, was equally excited about the feast. Belinda, a young woman, was slightly more apprehensive but hid it well.

Giada's daughter Jade and her wife Rachel were also present. Rachel, always supportive of Giada's traditions, helped her with the preparations. Jade, a young girl, was indifferent to the feast but loved the family gathering.

The feast was a success. The boy's flesh was tender and flavorful, just as Giada had predicted. Everyone enjoyed the meal, praising Giada for her culinary skills.

The evening was filled with laughter and stories, the horror of the feast overshadowed by the joy of the gathering. Each woman took turns praising Giada's cooking and the quality of the meat.

The feast was a stark reminder of the world they lived in, a world where men were not equals but commodities. Yet, for the women at the feast, this was simply a fact of life.

As the feast came to an end, Giada couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had successfully hosted another Thanksgiving dinner, and her guests were satisfied.

As the women left, each thanked Giada for the delicious meal and promised to return next year. The boy's remains were disposed of, and the house returned to its quiet state.

As the night fell, Giada sat alone in the quiet house. The horror of the feast was behind her, and now she could rest. But in the back of her mind, she was already planning for the next feast.

The Forbidden Feast was over, the guests were gone, and the house was silent. But the memory of the boy, his terrified eyes, and the taste of his flesh lingered, a grim reminder of their world.

And so, life went on, with the women continuing their rule and the men their existence as livestock. Until next year, when another boy would be chosen, and the cycle would begin again.