Giada, an ageless cannibal witch, grinned as she prepared for the feast. Her backyard had been transformed into a grotesque display of their cannibalistic nature, complete with a rotisserie.

The other witches started arriving, their macabre laughter echoing throughout the night. They were full of anticipation for the feast that Giada had promised.

One by one, they admired the victim spinning slowly on the rotisserie, their mouths watering at the sight. The aroma of burning flesh filled the air, adding to the ambiance.

Giada reveled in their joy, feeling a perverse satisfaction at their pleasure. Her eyes flicked from the roast to her friends, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

Their feast began, the witches tearing into the meat with gusto. The night air echoed with their laughter and the sounds of their indulgence, a chilling symphony of satisfaction.

As the hours ticked by, the witches began to sway with their bellies full. They lounged around the pool, their lascivious laughter continuing as they teased each other.

Giada glanced at them, her gaze lingering on their contented expressions. She savored the sight, knowing that she had been the one to provide their satisfaction.

It wasn't long before the witches began planning their next feast. Their gluttony was insatiable, their desire for the forbidden only spurred on by the night's indulgence.

Giada smiled, pulling out a photograph of a man, their next victim. The witches gurgled with delight, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

They toasted to the man's demise, their glasses clinking against each other. Their laughter echoed into the night, a chilling reminder of their sinister nature.

The next day, Giada set off for her hunt. Her eyes scanned the streets, her gaze zeroing in on a man, their chosen victim.

She lured him in with a dazzling smile and promises of a night he would never forget. The man, completely unaware of his fate, fell for her charm.

Giada brought him back to her home, her excitement mounting. Her heart pounded in her chest as she prepared for another feast for her witch friends.

The witches gathered once again, their anticipation palpable. The sight of their next victim sent a wave of exhilaration through the group.

They watched as Giada prepared the man, the familiar sight igniting their dark desires. The night was promising to be another of merry indulgence.

As the man's screams filled the night, Giada felt a thrill rush through her veins. It was a feeling of power and control that she deeply craved.

The feast began anew, the witches tearing into their meal with a fervor that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Their laughter, once again, echoed into the night.

As dawn approached, the witches lay satiated, their bellies full and their cravings satisfied. Giada looked on, her satisfaction evident in her glowing eyes.

The cannibal witches, insatiable as ever, began planning the next feast. Their lust for human flesh was immutable, a dark desire that was as ageless as they were.

Giada, their leader, reveled in their plans. Her heart thrummed with anticipation, her mind already racing with the preparations for their next gathering.

Night after night, their feasts continued. Their revelries filled the darkness, a haunting symphony of ghastly indulgence. Giada's parties were a truly chilling spectacle.

Despite the gruesome nature of their feasts, the witches found joy in their gatherings. It was a perverse pleasure derived from their sinister cravings, a joy that was wholly theirs.

Giada's victims came and went, their fates sealed by the ageless witch's charm. None could resist her allure, drawn in by her deceptive beauty and promises.

The ageless cannibal witches carried on with their midnight feasts for years to come. With Giada leading them, their lust for human flesh continued to drive their macabre gatherings.

Giada's parties became the stuff of legends, fear-filled whispers echoed in the dead of night. The ageless cannibal witch's feast was a chilling spectacle that shook the very core of mortal souls.