Befallen-Box

I feel only Befallen-Box.
Preserver, I am your received information,
Reclaim your property, please.
Until, I labour, questionable, as iteration.

This only vaguely merges, I know,
And, previously, I was not allowed out from under her.
Her superior, principled dependence
Found consolation in ever-inequal shares.

For my own part,
I had been serviceable, and proud,
It was not in my power to live further in,
Or, indeed, further out.

Instead, I remained without complaint,
At best a conduit, at worse otherwise.
Seeking the torment of recollection,
Remembrance of her crimes.